Years had passed and many things had happened since that day. After leaving the band the black haired man had made leaps of success.

But few things struck people as odd. The way he longingly stared out at times, the way he never invested himself in any relationship and how despite his success he was he seemed to be isolated.

His songs always seemed to tell a story of longing and unflorished love.

He did age gracefully, his hair turing into silver and white ,a  few wrinkles. But even with all the time that passed by he seemed to be waiting for something.

And he was, he was waiting for the sweet release of death. After one meets with death and mingles with her, the body seems to crave her sweet release.

Of course those close to him that noticed tried to reason with him, he ignored them. Because everybody dies. That didn't mean he didn't try to live at times.

Whilst keeping them at arms length he did try to be care for those he held near to him, friends and family.

Or at least he thought.

Zayn woke up he looked down at his firm plump hands, he no longer had the wrinkles he remembered.

He slowly walked down the halls. His breathing becoming unsteady as he smelled a strong metallic smell of blood.

He noticed walked into the living room seeing Rosie standing there. "You're awake, how was your dream?" She asked curiously. He frowned.

"Dream?" He asked confused. "Yes, your dream life if you had left." She smiled and he blinked as he turned to see where the smell of blood was coming from.

Four bodies laid dismembered on the floor. He slowly backed away as memories of how he torutued and killed them began to surge in his mind.

Behind him the once beautiful girls face contoured into a demonic featured of what she really was. Her bones crackles and her mouth opened wide the endless black tunnel seemed to show it self as she stood behind him.

"Now now, love don't get cold feet now. We are just getting started" her demonic voice whispered lowly she possessed him once again making him fall back asleep into the endless dream world he'd fallen in after meeting Margaret.

"Ah, we can now all be together right ." He smiled his voice a deep femine one his eyes turning into a shade of black.

Four dark dismembered figures stood behind him staring  longingly at their dead bodies.
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I'm going to leave it at that. The original ending was he dies of old age and finally gets the sweet release of death, but at last minute I decided that she should be a poltergeist and take him over making him fall into a fake fantasy while she uses his body to do to others what was done to her.

Because one side she was an innocent being the other a unrested soul that became demonic.

Rosymalik