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Title:Revenge of The Wanted

Title:Revenge of The Wanted (sequel to Death at Volterra Manor)
Word Count: 2,840
Parings: Kelly/Louis implied Kelly/Liam, Pacey/Stephanie/Niall, Krista/Harry, Torye/Zayn, implied Kevin Jonas/The Wanted
Summary: A year has passed since the mystery at Volterra Manor and suspicious things are happening again. Who is the man who looks like Zayn? Why do I keep going to these parties?


Exactly one year had passed since the fateful party where The Wanted was eaten by Kevin Jonas when I arrived at Volterra Manor once again. My friends and I still had no idea how the boy band ended up in the shark tank – mostly because we never spoke of it again after that night. I was feeling strangely nostalgic for that night in the early evening summer breeze. I still had so many questions. Questions that I hoped were answered at this gathering.

I half expected to walk in on another murder scene (I was somewhat emotionally damaged from the last Volterra get together. I had nightmares only twice a week, though.) but I walked in on a simple group of friends talking and having a good time. I smiled at them, hoping no one would mention me being the last to arrive again. Zayn never gave anyone a chance because he latched on to me before anyone else could get a hello out.

“Hi,” I said, giving my arm a shake in attempt to dislodge the clingy adonis. “What are you guys talking about?”

“Just last year’s party,” Pacey replied with a warm smile as their hello.

“Oh, right, when all those guys died?” I was half led, half dragged to the circle by Zayn where I sat between him and Kelly. “What were their names again?”

“Yeah, that’s the night. But we were talking about that. I sort of forgot about it,” Liam admitted with a shrug. I glowered at him, thinking of the sleepless nights I had over that scene.

“Weren’t they… The Needed or something?” Stephanie asked. Her eyebrow furrowed as she tried to think. “No, not that. It was something less… important sounding.”

“The Wanted?” Harry quipped.

“Oh yeah…” everyone mused in union.

“Did you ever figure out how Kevin Jonas got to them, Kelly?” Louis asked, looking at his girlfriend with loving eyes.

“Nope,” Kelly replied with a shrug. Her eyes were on Liam instead of the person she was responding to. “No one else has been killed by Kevin, so I’m still confused as you guys.”

Somewhere in the back of my mind I doubted that. None of these people had thought about that night as much as I had. I was the only one who cared about how those people had died. I didn’t know them, and frankly I didn’t care about them, but I didn’t want to find out that Kevin Jonas could somehow walk on land or something. I wouldn’t feel safe with coming over to Volterra Mansion anymore.

Still, I remained quiet and let the subject change. Krista talked about some boring date she went on with Harry the previous week. Pacey and Stephanie both absently stroked Niall’s biceps while he managed to look lost and unimpressed simultaneously. Kelly had her work cut out with entertaining her longtime boyfriend Louis and side fling Liam at the same time, so I knew she was paying as much attention to Krista as I was. Zayn was still holding onto my arm with a dumb expression on his stupid, perfect face. Under my annoyance, I had a strange but alluring urge to chew his eyebrows off.

It was starting to look like nothing earth shattering was going to happen at this year’s party, so I began to relax. After all, it was only an annual thing and last year had been pretty fun. I could have gone without the four brutal deaths, but there was nothing I could do about that and no one seemed to care about how the British boy band had gone missing. It wasn’t in any news articles. I had searched. I figured as long as I stayed away from the library, I was going to be fine.

The lights in the room flickered and it caused the conversation to die out. I watched as my friend’s expressions shifted to confusion – with the exception of Niall, who always looked confused. It wasn’t storming, so there was no reason for the electricity to be going out.

“Did you forget to pay the electricity bill?” Kelly accused Louis.

“I don’t pay the electricity bill,” Louis blinked.

“Neither do I!”

As if taking their cue, the lights gave up their fight to stay on and the room was dosed in darkness.

“Great,” Krista groaned.

“I’m scared of the dark,” Liam whined.

“Shut the fuck up,” Pacey snapped. “I can’t see your face so if you don’t talk I can pretend you don’t exist.”

“Stop being mean to him!” Kelly exclaimed. I felt her shuffle next to me. I imagined her reaching across Louis to give Liam a comforting touch on the knee. I fought the urge to puke.

The lights turned back on, albeit dimmer than before, just in time to catch Kelly in the act of doing something worse than I imagined. She was kissing Liam on the cheek – the exchange between the secret lovers now spotlighted for us to see.

“Hey, what the hell?” Louis shouted, giving Kelly a small push away from Liam. “What are you doing?”

“He was sad, so I kissed him. You don’t own me,” she muttered. But she slinked back down next to him. I caught her shoot an apologetic glance Liam’s way. I didn’t bother to check to see if he accepted it or not. I didn’t care enough to.

“Hey, where’s Zayn?” Harry asked, suddenly looking worried.

I looked at my arm, noticing for the first time how light it felt, and saw that Zayn had indeed disappeared. I shrugged. “Dunno. Maybe he had to go to the bathroom.”

“Zayn doesn’t need to go to the bathroom,” Niall huffed. “Everyone knows that.”

Jesus, just how perfect was that guy?

“Okay, so if he’s not in the bathroom, where else did he slip away to in that convenient black out?” Krista asked.

“You don’t think…” Kelly frowned. “Should we check the library?”

“Maybe…” Louis replied thoughtfully. “Yeah, let’s do that.”

Oh, of course. I inwardly rolled my eyes. The one place I didn’t want to go in the huge house Louis bought for Kelly, and that’s where they wanted to check for the thorn in my side. If Zayn was okay and just decided to sneak off to be the center of attention for once, I was going to destroy his life form.

“You guys go on ahead,” Niall said, waving us off. “Steph, Pacey and I will stay here in case he comes back.”

I thought we probably shouldn’t have accepted that, but there were other important things to deal with. The group and I walked towards the library almost hesitantly; I feared we would find another mangled body in Kevin’s tank, and the others were probably worrying about the turn out of the party. I resented them for their aloof nature.

We arrived at the library and stopped moving for a few beats before Harry opened the door. Everyone filed in with me opting to be last. I hesitantly walked into the large room, anticipation of another horror scene filling my core.

Instead of a bloody tank, I found Kevin Jonas swimming happily in a regular one. I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Seriously guys, he’s probably just… walking around or something,” I suggested with a shrug. “He’s probably already back with Pacey, Steph, and Niall wondering where we are.”

“Then why don’t you go check?” Kelly said. “We’ll keep looking around here. If you find him, come get us.”

“Fine,” I replied. I was looking for any reason to get out of the library, so I took the first chance I got as quickly as I could.

I went back into the parlor to find an even more horrific sight than the torn up bodies of The Wanted.

Stephanie, Pacey, and Niall were doing something that only should be written in 50 Shades of Grey.  They were too consumed in each other and the polyamorous love session to notice me staring in horror.

I exited the room as fast as I could, whirling to run away before crashing into someone else. I looked up to see Zayn looking dumber than usual. I cursed and put a hand over my heart in attempt to calm down.

“You scared the shit out of me,” I hissed. “Where have you been?”

“I went to the bathroom,” he replied in a strange voice.

“I thought you didn’t have to go to the bathroom.” I was getting suspicious now. He looked a little off in the low light of the hall. “What’s the matter with you? It looks like you aged fifty years.”

“You found Zayn?” Krista’s voice rang from a few feet away.

“Where have you been, man?” Louis asked, coming up to him and giving his shoulder a small punch. He looked up in confusion. “Did you get taller?”

“Guys,” I began in a small voice, “how many members were in The Unwanted?”

“The Wanted,” Liam corrected.

“Shut the fuck up,” Pacey called from the other room. I wasn’t sure why or how they had heard him – it was like they had a Liam detector or something. They poked their head out from the door (fully clothed now). “And they had five.”

“How many bodies… were in the tank?” I started backing away from Zayn and reached for my back pocket where I kept my trusty pink pepper spray.

“…Four,” Harry said softly.

Everyone was quiet now, staring at the man claiming to be Zayn. I was inching closer to the parlor room door, holding out my hand for Pacey to pull me away. They didn’t take the hint and I ended up backing into a wall.

A slow smile spread across the stranger’s face – a face that looked so much like Zayn’s but just wasn’t – and a low chuckle rumbled from his chest. The light was hitting him in a way that made it seem like he was the psycho killer in a horror flick. A part of me suspected that was the case.

“I’ve waited for this moment for an entire year,” the man said, his dark eyes flashing with something I couldn’t comprehend. I wasn’t too good with crazy. “Didn’t you people even wonder why The Wanted was at your party?”

“I was too busy wondering why they existed to begin with,” Kelly admitted.

“Yeah, their existence in general is pretty confusing. I stopped questioning it a long time ago,” Stephanie agreed, appearing in the door way next to Pacey. Her shirt was on backwards.

“Shut up!” The man shouted through clenched teeth. “Do you at least know who I am?”

“A cheap, older knock off of Zayn?” Krista asked.

“No! Well, sort of! That’s what our parents believed, anyways. That’s why they put me in the waste bin all those years ago when Zayn was born… We’ll never get anything right ever again after this perfect child, they said.” His voice morphed into a shrill mocking tone that made it hard to understand. “Our first one is a dud, they said. Just throw him out with the rotten cheese!

“Wait, you’re Zayn’s brother?” I asked, wrinkling my nose. “I don’t see that sort of resemblance. Are you sure you’re not just a crazy fan?”

“My name is Siva Malik! I am a Greek adonis who graced this earth with my mere existence, but I was forced to go into exile because of my little brother,” he spit the words out like a curse. “I had to change my last name to Kaneswaran so no one would connect us and I could exact my revenge.”

“Kabeswarbeger?” Niall blinked. “Dumb.”

“Kaneswaran!” Siva shouted. “My band mates agreed to help me with my revenge if I helped them get famous, but when we came here last year they chickened out. They threatened to tell the police. They had to disposed of before they completely ruined my plan. It was a minor setback, but I’d already been waiting over a decade for this. What was one more year?”

“You killed your own band mates?” Pacey asked. After looking like they thought about it for a few seconds, they shrugged. “Thanks I guess.”

“No, not thanks,” Kelly growled, sounding pissed. “Kevin Jonas was sick for weeks after your shitty friends poisoned them with their usefulness. What the hell did Kevin Jonas do to you?”

“I didn’t push them in there,” Siva defended, looking innocent for the first time. “Your shark can breathe out of water. He just helped me out. I was planning on stabbing them or something.”

“Kevin Jonas can breathe air?” I huffed. This was starting to sound ridiculous. “Okay, mister irrelevant jawline, what’s your revenge plan here? Where’s Zayn?”

“I was going to kill him and then take his place in the band. I figured no one would really notice.”

“Are you kidding me? Of course people would notice! You’re like a billion years old!” Louis objected. “Torye noticed and she doesn’t even look at Zayn’s face that much.”

Nope. I sure don’t. And I definitely didn’t have a file of pictures of him on my laptop, either. If I noticed, so would the entire world.

“Where is Zayn?” I repeated. He was trying to avoid my question and I needed it answered so I could pepper spray him and get it over with.

“I thought he was with you guys,” Siva confessed. His beady eyes blinked a couple times. “I was coming to take him, but by the time I got here he was already gone.”

I was really annoyed now. My eyes met with Niall’s and we nodded in an unspoken agreement. Before Siva had a chance to ramble more about his sad life and make me want to gouge my eyes out with a butter knife, I whipped my pepper spray from my back pocket and sprayed him in the face.

“Argh!” He screamed.

“Argh!” Liam screamed. I accidentally got him, too.

While Siva and Liam rolled around the floor in pain, Niall looked back and forth between them in confusion.

“Which one?” he yelled, his hand bringing out the switch blade.

“The one that looks like Zayn, you idiot!” Pacey shouted. I was surprised they didn’t lie and say Liam, but I guess mace in the face was good enough for them.

Niall stabbed Siva over and over. I didn’t think he would ever stop, but I found myself having trouble tearing my eyes away. I wondered if under the lost expressions and indifference laid a true, slumbering psychopath. I didn’t doubt it. I made a mental note not to speak with Niall ever again after this.

“Okay, I think he’s dead now,” Louis said sternly, putting one arm on Niall’s shoulder. The blonde boy’s eyes were wild and animalistic. Something told me this wasn’t the first time One Direction had to witness him kill a man.

“Glad that’s over,” Stephanie muttered, looking at the blood splattered Zayn look alike.

“Too bad we still don’t know where Zayn is.” Harry flipped his luscious locks out of his face and sighed before shrugging. "I’m sure he’ll turn up eventually.”

“Stop crying, you big baby,” Kelly said to Liam, who was still groveling on the floor and clutching his red face. She gave him a soft kick.

“Yeah, Liam, it’s just a little pepper spray,” Krista rolled her eyes.

I stared at my friends in bewilderment. We had just witnessed another murder and they were making fun of Liam? Zayn was still missing and they were complaining about the guy who had mace in his eyes?

“You guys are freaks,” I said, grabbing my purse from the rack in front of the door. “I’m out.”

I left Volterra Manor feeling just as unsettled as before, but at least now I had all my questions answered. Most of them, anyways. I still didn’t understand Kevin Jonas’ ability to breathe out of water, I didn’t know where Zayn had disappeared to in that pointless power outage, and I was confused about how on earth the lights were still on if Louis and Kelly didn’t pay the bill. I didn’t want to stick around to find out.

As I got into my car, I knew one question would never be answered. Who the hell were The Wanted and why did they follow Volterra wherever we went?

I started my car and threw a look over my shoulder to back out of the winding driveway. Zayn was curled up in my backseat asleep.

“Idiot,” I mumbled.

--

Kevin Jonas was a bored shark. Kevin Jonas was a hungry shark. Kevin Jonas was a broke shark now that he paid the electricity bill. Kevin Jonas didn’t know why he kept paying a bill. Kevin Jonas didn’t need electricity. Kevin Jonas didn’t need money. Kevin Jonas was a confused shark.

Kevin Jonas swam in his tank, his curly hair gracefully floating around his angelic shark face in the water. He licked his lips and smiled a toothy shark smile. Next year, he would have Liam.
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