14 Chapter 13

The intensity of is gaze raises the hair at the back of my neck and I have goosebumps all over even before I look towards his direction, and I'm suddenly sucked in and enclosed by his crimson eyes, but differently from the pleasant attraction I felt coming from Julien, the pull of this creature resembles more the strength of the sea, dragging me in and drowning me along the way.

It was a suffocating pull.

Like a strong grip around my neck I can almost physically feel when he lets go, making me intake a raged breath since I had completely frozen in place when our eyes met, unable to move, unable to breathe.

And even now I could feel this pressure in the air as if an overbearing presence surrounded him like a misty cape extending its reach around like a deep sea monstrosity, making so that the pressure only increases at each step he takes in my direction until I can hardly expand my lungs and breathe as his figure stops in front of me, making my ears ring.

And yet, among the panic inducing pressure I can still see and hear clearly enough, the adrenaline shot expanding my senses almost as if I'm instinctively trying to fight back while looking for possible ways to escape, rapid breathing and sweating back but my frozen body keeps me in place, and yet as amusing my little pointless attempt of escape is to the creature in front of me my increasing panic is reduced to nothing once his hand touches my shoulder, as if the mere touch of his skin has been able to lift the panic inducing sensation from spreading even more, forcibly so.

And yet the calmness and easiness that come from it are so sudden that I'm completely aware of the fakeness of it, and yet I cannot break away for I cannot even move out of his touch.

"What is this little kitty doing the way here, away from its owner? Don't you know is dangerous to walk alone… uhm? You may get… snatched away you see…" His words are deep and resonate inside my mind, but instead of steering me up pleasantly like Lucien is almost as if his words rasp their meaning at the back of my skull, denting the flesh with it, showing just how much lenience Lucien had been by not abusing his powers on me, no matter how strong he is.

But even if knowing that I should run away from this creature his forced calmness and his power render me powerless against his will and, for the first time, I have a taste of the true power a vampire has.

Because there is no doubt that is what this man is, not only because of his powers nor his behavior, but because of his clothing and mannerism.

I cannot move my head to look him up and down, but I can see well enough with him staying so close by, on how he wears all black, and yet there are intricate patterns sewed against his cloth, shinning only when the light hits them, but that primary color only brings forward his crimson long red hair that cascaded along his shoulders down his neck even more, very appealing but not as captivating as the burning orange red eyes of his.

But even his strong powers can't take away the creeping effects his chilling gaze has.

And even with him asserting that calming power over me, I understood at that moment.

That the creature in front of me is truly dangerous.

"Such a petite prey carrying such interesting smell left uncared for… such a silly mistake of his part that almost makes me want to take you home so I can take very good care of you…" His words were soft and deliberately slow, but even if there was nothing apparently wrong I still could perceive the great danger behind his every word, the hidden promised of untold dangers.

He gently moves the hair out of my face, attentively gazing at me as if enjoying the effects every word of his has on my racing heart, and how much control he can force on my still frozen up body.

"Chain you up, train you well, perhaps I can give you back to him once you are… educated enough. I bet he would enjoy the porcelain doll I would make out of you."

And that's when I understood, why my instincts screamed at me the moment his eyes lay of my person.

Because this vampire… does not care at all.

Killing me would be like slaying a fly, meaningless, easy, forgettable, effortless, pointless, yet up to his taste.

Only that, on his hands, death, of all things he could do, would be a blessing.

He smiles at that, a devilish grin that frames his gentleman façade, but as his eyes shot up and look behind me, their flames intensify, but such does his smile.

"Seems like, as all great things, our little chat must come to an end. But fear not, I still have great plans for you, little kitty."

And he did not wait very long to launch into action, and the hope I had from being rescue from him vanishes as his hands cup my face and force me into starring deeper into the pit of fire his eyes are, until all I can see is the reflection of myself over that crimson color boiling together with his fierce magma gaze.

"Yes, we shall have a lot of fun, you and I… my name is Lawrence Owen, little kitty, do not forget that, we will grow quite close after all… and friends should remember each other's name, is it not Alex Wood?"

I have no mind left nor time to wonder just how did he know my name as my mind blanks, and yet I can feel my muscles pull as I start walking and drifting away from there with my own two feet, the terror coming back and increasing the moment his hands leave my shoulders only for me to wonder where my own body would lead me.