Dangerous Aura
In the dark garage, a man approached the brightest automobile in the lot with icy footsteps. It was the city's most recent Rolls-Royce, parked not far from the garage's door.
His presence had a frightening aura that even the air can attest to, as the air in the garage became trapped owing to the atmosphere he carried. This man was not simply a regular person. For the first time in his life, he had a happy grin on his face.
He wondered what boldness Savannah had that made her think he looked like a service guy —such a bold step.
The car's light signal in the lighting showed the car doors were open. The strange man entered the back seat and sat down comfortably.
"I was thinking you weren't coming out again." The man who was sitting in the driver's seat said.
His thoughts were still on the scene back at the restaurant, everything the man in the driver's seat said, passed him like a breeze.
He hadn't expected what Savannah offered, but since the deal was done, he was going to act as a service guy for some affluent brats. He didn't mind.
He was going to give it a shot. How bad could it be to explore how acting like a regular guy felt?
The man who was sitting in the driver's seat looked at his expression in the rear-view mirror. "I believe today must have been a great day, Elijah," the man said, smiling too.
Elijah adjusted in his seat and crossed his legs. "Yeah, I think so," he stated in a not too concerned tone. But Damon had already guessed what was amusing Elijah. His eyes had already told him what had happened.
"Now, spill out the beans. Who is she?" he asked.
"Some rich girl who thinks she is on top of the world."
"Really? Did you taste her?" Damon asked further. He was a little surprised that Elijah was even taking the time to chat about this rich girl.
If the rich girl could make Elijah talk and even smile, he needed to meet her too. Damon thought.
"It's not the way you're thinking. She came to me herself."
"Really?" Damon asked. He was utterly surprised.
He spun to face Elijah to see his expression, which was already covered in a strange smile that made his green eyes brighter.
"So, what do you do?" Damon urged with curiosity. He was eager to know exactly what had transpired between him and this girl.
"She offered me a job," Elijah said a bit proudly.
"A job? Really?"
Elijah shook his head and elegantly closed his eyes, approvingly responding to Damon's questions.
"What job?"
"To become her fake fiance..."
Damon quizzically shot at him, as if he were joking because that wasn't funny. And in fact, Elijah wasn't good at jokes; he was the worst at them. If he was trying to be funny, it was already failing. But this could only be a joke. Right?
"Tell me you're joking," Damon inquired with a raised eyebrow.
Elijah opened his eyes, and they sparkled in the color red before returning to their emerald green.
Immediately, Damon accepted that what he was saying was true.
"And you accepted that?" Damon could not believe it. "Isn't that a little risky?"
"Yes, I know, but it is also exciting. I wanted to decline, but there was something about that girl that triggered me to accept her request."
"Hmm..." Damon sighed and tried to see things the same way as Elijah, but he couldn't come up with a clue.
Damon was certain Elijah didn't just accept the girl's offer because he wanted to. There must have been something about this unknown girl, and he didn't want to ask more about it.
He knew that Elijah could do the right thing if he wanted to. At least, this might lighten up his mood and his busy days.
"Anyway, Kane sent in a request," Damon said, and Elijah's lightened mood died off instantly.
"What does that coward want?" Elijah asked in an irritated tone that was a little harsh.
"He just wants us to attend his stupid party, but he said this time it was going to be fun," Damon assured him.
Elijah rested his head back on the couch and took a deep sigh. There was nothing good about Kane's party. He always came up with silly and crazy ideas when it came to parties.
"Where is he hosting this one?" Elijah asked after he had thought a bit about Kane's multiple parties he had been having in the last couple of months.
He just finished two parties at the beginning of this month. Now he was having another.
"Victoria Hall," Damon stated.
"Hmm..." Elijah sighed and placed a hand on his jawline like he was thinking about something.
At that moment, a car drove roughly into the garage. The car door opened, and a young, beautiful, drunk girl staggered her way out of the car while laughing like a fool.
"What's that noise?" Elijah asked, still in his position.
"Just a stupid, drunk human girl," Damon replied.
"Hmm... I see. Don't you want some taste?"
Damon turned to him and answered.
"Only if you permit me, because you might need it more than me."
Elijah smirked.
"Damon, I need some quietness," he uttered, retreated his back on the car couch, and closed his eyes.
Damon nodded and turned to look at the drunk girl, who couldn't figure out whether she was on the left side or the right. She was still making stupid jokes and talking to herself.
Damon smirked at her stupidity. "What an easy prey," he muttered. And his eyes turned into shining red orbs.
Just when he wanted to emerge from the car, Elijah stopped him.
"Damon, make it clean," he stated.
Damon understood what he meant and walked out of the car toward the drunk girl. Within a few seconds, Elijah heard
The horrific screams of the girl, and a mysterious grin framed his lips.
"What a sweet death!" he muttered.