Barry Allen
If Barry were to be completely honest with himself or anyone for that matter, he'd say that his job was boring as hell and he wanted to quit. But it wasn't like he could do that now when he just started. So he stuck with the boringness of the job and sucked it up.

Barry found himself up in his lab later that morning, looking at the evidence he gathered up, trying to find something that would give the killer up or the animal that did this. It was hard as hell and it was good that Barry had patience. Otherwise he would have given up two hours ago.

At the moment he was running the murder victims fingerprints to find out who she was. So far he had nothing. It was like she didn't exist at all in the citywide populace. Which was impossible, considering she should have ID somewhere in the country or something but she didn't. There was no possible way that he couldn't find out who she was and what her name is--was.

Groaning, Barry leaned back in the chair and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was closer to midnight than he thought; he lost track of time and it was about time for him to leave to go home. Actually, it was way past the time he was supposed to go home. Sighing quietly, Barry stood up and grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair, preparing himself to leave. Pocketing his phone, he made his way down to the main lobby of the precinct and saw that Luke had already gone home.

Barry pulled his jacket on as he walked towards the front doors, steeling himself for the cold that would hit just as he left and waved to the man operating as the security guard tonight. The guard waved back to him as he strode out into the chilly night air and started making his way back to the apartment he shared with Blaine. The walk was peaceful for as long as it lasted before he started feeling like something was wrong. Of course the moment he noticed, someone jumped out in front of him, and he jumped back, yelping in fright.

Much to his dislike, the mysterious person started laughing hysterically at his discomfort and reaction. Barry scowled at the boy in front of him, his eyes holding a look of utter anger and discontent. His face flushed in embarrassment and hisnheart still racing, Barry shoved the boy back. It did little to stop the laughter even as he stumbled back a step.

"What the hell?! That's not funny!" Barry protested. "I almost had a heart attack!"

Zayn finally looked up, still laughing at him. "I got you good, Barry! You should have seen your face!"

Barry scowls again and started to walk down the street, slightly annoyed that the vampire had scared him so much. While Barry wasn't so easy to scare on a regular basis, as of late he'd been lowering his guard more and more in New York. He was starting to get used to the way things were in the city, so he felt a bit safer. And of course, one of the crazy and possibly, regrettable things he has done since that incident at the club Pandemonium, was befriend a vampire. The very vampire who had tried to help save his life that night.

The first night at home after the attack was lonely and scary. He was too embarrassed to tell Blaine--who had to work that day--that he didn't want to be left alone. So Barry had sucked it up and decided to sleep the day away, hoping that he wouldn't be plagued by nightmares. When he woke up, half past eight at night, he realized two things. The first being that Blaine still wasn't home and the second was that someone was in his room, standing by the open window with the curtains billowing behind them in the wind.

Barry had screamed and scrambled out of the bed to run away but the light was turned on and over the roar of his racing heart and pounding eardrums, he heard the intruder begging him to calm down. Turns out that it was Zayn checking in on him in his own way. Which meant watching him sleep. After his initial shock of the vampire in his room, he slowly started to feel comfortable with him and they began a friendship that, in other words, was probably forbidden.

Which would explain why he was still putting up with Zayn's teasing about being able to scare him and his reaction.

Zayn wiped a tear from his eye as his laughter started to die down. "Oh man, that was classic."

Barry finally cracked a smile and glanced over at him, faking a laugh. "Har har. Was giving me a heart attack on your bucket list?"

Zayn grinned, sidling up to walk beside him. "It's quite possible except I can't exactly remember putting it there."

Barry shook his head and huffed. "You're unbelievable."

Zayn winked at him. "Yeah, but you love me for it."

Barry felt his cheeks heat up at the flirty comment and didn't say any-thing in response. They walked in silence for a few moments before it was broken by a question that confused him.

"Are you coming to my gig tomorrow night?" Zayn asked.

"Gig?" Barry repeated. "What gig?"

Zayn shot him an 'are you serious' look and sighed heavily. "I'm Zayn Malik remember? I'm a famous singer, I get gigs while I'm here on vacation."

Barry frowned and stared off into the distance. "I don't know if I can make it. This case they have me on..."

Zayn nodded, a smirk forming on his face as if he just got an idea. "What if I gave you a private show tonight?"

Is he serious? Barry thought, looking at the vampire with a curious gleam in his eyes as well as a hint of confusion. "A private show?" He repeats slowly.

They're in front of his apartment building and going up the stairs. He stops in front of his apartment door and turns to face Zayn. The vampire who's obviously two years older than he is--or was--before he was turned into a vampire, looks at him intently and takes a step closer.

"Yeah. A private show, Barry." Zayn is so close Barry can basically feel the air between them stir as he speaks, his breath tickling Barry's nose.
His breath hitches and he takes a step back, his back hitting the door but he doesn't turn to open it. "Isn't Blaine working late?"

Barry didn't have to answer. Zayn already knew the answer. The brittish male is suddenly so close it's like they're breathing the same air and then he's pushing Barry into the apartment, his lips on his in seconds. Barry can't lie and say he hasn't been waiting for this. Sure, he liked Alec but the Shadowhunter hasn't been around to see him since after the incident and in his mind, he's like 'fuck him. At least Zayn wants me'.

Barry's kissing the vampire back, not caring about much else at the moment. Zayn leads him to the couch and pushes him down gently to sit and lay back as he straddles his waist, his soft but firm lips moving im sync with his. Barry reaches up to slide his fingers through Zayn's raven hair and he feels it when the vampire slides his hands under his shirt and behind his neck. Barry moans as Zayn gently tugs at the locks of his hair and then he closes his eyes. The kiss is sending him into a tailspin of bliss and he can't control his body anymore. Everything is sensitive to the touch and Barry shivers at the light kisses trailing down his neck.

Zayn's lips are glued to his neck, nipping and sucking, an obvious attempt to leave a mark but Barry knows it'll heal by tomorrow morning but indulges in it. Behind his closed eyelids, Barry see's images floating in his mind and one face all but stands out.

Alec Lightwood.

Barry forces the image away and winced when the pressure against his neck increased. He knows Zayn's teeth broke skin but a strange feeling of euphoria overwhelms him. It doesn't hurt. Not like it probably should like when a vampire was biting you. Barry opens his eyes when the pressure was removed and finds himself staring up at the raven haired vampire, who's staring back down at him.

"What did you do?" Barry whispered. Why did you stop? Was the real question he was asking.

Zayn smiled warmly at him. "You don't really want me. You don't want ro go all the way, not with me."

Barry frowned. "What do you mean?" Please keep going.

"I know that you like Alec Lightwood." Zayn said, that warm smile still on his face. "And don't try to deny it," he said off-handedly, cutting Barry off. "I can read people pretty well. You want a relationship with him and I'm not mad or jealous. I think that it would be a great thing."

Barry's frowning, sad that he couldn't hide something that wasn't that significant. It wasn't like it would happen either. Then he thought about him and Zayn's friendship. Did this change things? Were they not going to continue to be friends?

"We're still friends Barry." Zayn says as if he had read his mind. "There's no reason to worry."

Silence fills the living room as Zayn moves from his position straddling his waist and Barry sits up slowly, now more nervous than ever to look at his friend. It was moreover the silence that was making him fidgety but it was his thoughts that kept him silent. Barry was grateful that Zayn was so understanding.

"So, what should I expect tomorrow night?" Barry asked, a corner of his mouth lifting.

Zayn grinned, showing his pearly whites and said, "So that means you'll come?"

"Yeah," Barry says, a smile forming. "I get to see my friend--who by the way is a famous singer--preform. I wouldn't miss it for the world."

Zayn nodded and glanced at his watch, before standing. "I believe you have work in the morning, so I'll let myself out." Turning his golden-brown eyes on the speedster, he leans down and places a kiss on his crown and says, "Just be patient Barry. He'll come around soon."

Barry doesn't even have to ask who he's talking about; after what they just did, Zayn probably understood him as much as Blaine did and knew what was going on in his mind. He nods at the vampire and watches him walk to the door, and disappear out of the apartment.

Thank you Zayn.