YOU WILL GET HER KILLED

Don't get too close, it's dark inside, it's where my demon hide.

-Demons, by: Imagine Dragon-

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Tarsa didn't know when it began, but the first scene that she remembered was seeing Damon's back, the protector was standing in front of her, with his back was facing her.

She was unsure where they were at this moment, as far as she could see was only vast barren land with red sunlight shone brightly above their head.

Tarsa was amazed with the scene before her eyes, though it was scary to be in a place that she didn't know, but since Damon was there, she thought they would be fine.

"Where are we Damon?" Tarsa approached him and nudged his back. "Why we are here?"

Damon didn't answer her, neither he turned around to see her.

"Damon?" Tarsa called his name again, she pulled his shirt to get his attention, yet he didn't budge. "Do you hear me?"

In the end, Tarsa stepped aside to see his face and find out the reason why he didn't answer her.

However, as soon as she saw him, an eerie scream slipped off her lips. What she saw was very horrible. This man was not Damon.

This man was a devil.

Tarsa didn't know how she came up with that conclusion, but her mind worked on its own, as if the information was already there and she was just being reminded again.

She could see the horn in the middle of his forehead, fangs as sharp as a newly sharpened knife, dripping with blood and his claws curled in such away, ready to tear her apart.

No.

He was not Damon.

Tarsa turned around and was about to run, but somehow, she couldn't move her body. Her body was numb.

She struggled to get away from him. She needed to run, as she felt malicious intention from this devil, yet no matter how hard her attempt, the result was not in her favor.

Tarsa could feel his rough hand clasped her wrist and her shoulder, shaking her body, as his hot breath fanned her nape.

The claws scratched her skin, dug deep into her flesh.

"No!" Tarsa's voice trembled in fear and something extraordinary happened. The red sun fell in the horizon and everything around her turned dark.

All of that happened only a split second and Tarsa didn't have time to grasp the sudden change when she shouted louder, when she felt the rough hand wrapped around her neck, ready to strangle her to death.

"NO!!!" Tarsa screamed on the top of her lungs and opened her eyes.

For a moment, she thought she was only having a nightmare, since she woke up in her own bed, but when she looked above her, she saw something unreal.

There was black thick smoke above her head, floating like cloud, yet there was something vicious about this thing that made her shuddered in fear.

Tarsa was stupefied to see how the dark smoke moved and formed a face, with white eyes.

"DAMON!!!" she called his name subconsciously, as she closed her eyes tightly the moment the thick dark smoke descent to her.

It didn't take a long time after Tarsa called his name and the protector appeared, he dashed toward her and used his wind sword to cut the uncanny smoke.

The smoke scattered and dispersed into thin air, leaving burning smell inside the room.

Damon stood beside the bed and scanned his surroundings, to make sure there was no more hidden threat, only then he put his focus on Tarsa, as a few guards came into the room and turned on the light, illuminating the room.

"Are you okay?" Damon gathered Tarsa in his arms and checked on her quickly. His eyes darkened when he saw scratches along her right arms and shoulder.

Four of the bodyguards came in and immediately checked all the corner of this room, especially the balcony.

They used their communication device and asked if the other guards saw something bizarre, but everything was fine.

"What happened here?" one of the bodyguards came to Damon asked him in confusion, since they found nothing.

They heard Tarsa screamed and saw Damon stormed into the room, therefore they thought something bad must be happening to her.

"You can't find this thing," Damon said gloomily, while Tarsa was still crying in his arms.

"What do you mean this 'thing'?" He frowned, but then realized what he was dealt with. Because it was Duvessa people, who said this, it must be something beyond their ability.

"Get the car ready, I will bring her to Duvessa," Damon gave an order.

At the same time, Claire and Russel entered the room, because they heard some commotion from the guards when they were communicating through the device.

"What happened to her?" Claire rushed toward her daughter and pushed Damon away from Tarsa. She cradled her daughter in her arms.

"What is it?" Russel stood beside the bad and stared at Damon, asking for this young man to explain the situation.

"It was Bourdox," he replied curtly.

"And what this Bourdox did to my daughter?" Claire was furious. She felt her heart almost stopped beating when she heard something happened in Tarsa's room.

If she could, she didn't want for her daughter to involve with anything that had to do with Duvessa. It was an ancient society and too dangerous for her. This kind of thing that she was afraid the most.

"Bourdox…" Russel muttered, "I heard about this creature somewhere."

Bourdox was dark creature that would inflict a nightmare to someone, but the dangerous part was; whatever happened in that dream, would happen in real life too.

It meant, if you died in your dream, then you would be died for real as well.

"I need to bring her to Duvessa." Damon took Tarsa's hand, but Claire swatted his hand harshly.

"You will not bring my daughter anywhere!" she glared at the protector viciously. "You are not competent with what you do. You will get my daughter killed!"