Ch 9

"Look, who's here, you look much better than the last time I saw you" smirked Taro as I felt him checking me out. I knew he was joking but the smoldering eyes coming from behind him said something else.

"What are you guys doing here?" Asked Taro, before we could reply a haughty voice rang out " what do you expect from the succubus except hanging in some pub with some sleazy costume" I looked at the person that spoke and instead of retorting I could only bow my head and accept the insult because she was the princess of human faction, Freya and being part of human faction I could not say anything against my ruling family.

Though we were once best friends, but that part of the past we both would never speak of.

Prerna wanted to retort but holding her hand I decided to leave. Though I was moving out a blazing hot gaze on my back made me want to turn and meet him eye to eye so bad. I tried to control the urge but still my head turned and met him head on.

He had a smirk on his lips and I wanted to punch that face so bad, but why was I blushing. Irritated with myself I exited the premises.

"What did you find out " asked Prerna, but I stopped her we were living in supernatural world and any conversation in open was privy to many ears." Will discuss in dorm,let's leave first".

Nodding we both left the area unaware that someone was standing there staring at my back.

Unknown POV

(A/N : We are going to read this part as the story of someone else who feels he also have his role in this story. Please enjoy and for now let him be unknown)

Today I saw her for the first time she was wearing red, why did she have to wear that now I want to make her bleed so bad.

She would look great in my altar naked as I will slice her slowly, I could smell her blood she is a virgin I could smell as I brushed past her. I would have taken her then and there but I have to meet some other people today. You can call them business partners.

We exchange goods and they also keep my name clean from anything that I have left behind. I can be messy sometimes, my mother never felt interested in teaching me manners she was always getting dressed in those red gowns as she wore that red lipstick meeting her clients. She would smile as she would slap me until I started bleeding. I think she also loved red too much. As they say like mother like son.

Moving to the alley I turned to see the messenger waiting for me. Nodding he left leaving a note that floated to me. As soon as I opened it, black words emerged on them that said " goods delivered to your workplace. Good quality was average this time.Transition was a fail. Your payment will reach you the normal way. We want a new target fast".

Letter burnt itself as soon as I finished reading it, I sneered at the writer that's not a workplace. It's an altar. As for the last goods, she was too easy not my best work but what could I do I was not in the mood but the girl in the red she would be next and probably I would not give her to them. She is a work of art and I am her best connoisseur that can enjoy her.

" Will meet you soon, my love. Just wait for me".