Quince

It was a euphorious evening, filled with mysteries. Those eyes that smite one's soul and silence behind every unraveled stories.

However, there was one story left hidden in the dark. She was there, but she was lost knowing the plot itself.

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'Who am I?' 'Who is she?'

Those were the questions I wasn't able to distinguish. As I meandered across the vast halls, inquisitive eyes were plastered upon me. As if I had committed a colossal crime.

My hands were trembling for desperation, to grab the fabric of his clothes and interrogate him. But weakness has overcome me. Maybe I was too feeble to accept the fact that being his slave was ever shameful and void of freedom.

His grip kept holding firmly upon my waist, burying deep on the fabric. He then leaned his head down, adhering it to my neck as his lips touched my ears.

" No matter what happens, just keep your mouth shut and stay still. Be a good girl," a cold, dire voice passed through my ears. With his atrocious eyes glaring still on me.

"It seems like the grim reaper has come its way to meet the soul of the innocents." A majestic voice echoed behind us. It was daring and evoking.

"I'm so pleased with your grandiose humor, Arc Drocious." he uttered in a deep coltish tone.

A man in a blue suit stood still in front of us. His hair was white, reflecting his pale colored skin. He's mere different from others, with his blue sparkling eyes and white angled brows. Which makes me wonder if he was he ever an Albino species.

" Too beautiful to be a slave," he uttered as his eyes met mine. He was scrutinizing every inch of my detail.

A broad shoulder then blocked my way with his fingers forming into a fiery ball.

" Halt your deceptive subtle coquette. You can tempt anyone you like except for my woman." his voice came ominously, as if he was digging a grave for him. Subdued by thunder; rumbling a cryptic threat.

I gulped consecutively upon their heated argument, although nothing seemed puzzling with their conversation. However, their eyes seem to create a bloodshed within their mutual imagination and guttural tone.

" HAHAH! Are you trying to give me some kind of threat Filip?"

Arc Drocious chuckled out loud, and his fangs began to grow as his eyes turned red.

" That was not a threat..." his deep voice fades in the air.

"It was a death wish...."

He accelerated in no time, burying his sharp fingernails upon his neck. He gasped out, trying to catch oxygen to breathe.

He then lifted him in the air and threw him down harshly on the floor. Everyone gathered up the moment they heard the floor broke leaving Arc Drocious feebly lying on the ground. With his blood scattering the entire space.

And yet, he still managed to chuckle despite all the blood he lossed and the cuts he had.

" Her beauty, her aura seems familiar...ah... Emina-no wonder." he wiped the blood upon his mouth and dipped his hand inside the pocket of his suit. Taking out a white knitted handkerchief, he unfolded it and wiped the blood within the knife his left hand was holding.

My eyes traveled down to Filip's suit. His blood was running invisibly upon his black suit.

He's wounded.

As his eyes began to create fire underneath its vivid red color, his veins started to become visible along his neck, and his fangs grew sharply.

His face was contorted with rage and deep repugnance. Before he was able to step one foot further away from me, to vent his anger to his enemy.

I grabbed his arm firmly and dragged him away from that chaos. His eyes kept still on me the entire time, even though I was not looking, but I know for sure by the ambiance I felt within that surrounds us.

As I led to meander out of that place, my eyes captured a huge door in front of the glass wall near the pool.

I pushed it open and dragged him inside with me. The room was very luxurious and huge. It was filled with a giant diamond chandelier on its ceiling, a king-size bed covered by red velvet bedding and white marbled granite floors.

It awe-amazed me, but I know it wasn't the right time to put my reaction into emotions.

My hand flicked the lock of the door and made him sit down the bed.

"What are you doi-"

"Stay put." I cut his nonsense and roamed around the room to find a first aid kit.

As soon as I found it, sitting right above the cucible. I went back to him and started unbuttoning his suit.

His brows furrowed, and his forhead crinkled in dissentment.

His hand tried to stop me from what I was doing, but I glared back at him confidently.

"Move your hands away, and let me finish what I am about to do." he lets go quickly, like a little kid sitting obediently on the bed.

When I successfully took the suit off his body, I stooped down the bed and moved my face closer to his lower abdomen to see his wounds clearly.

I took some cotton balls dipped in iodine to disinfect his wounds. Wiping it in a circular motion on his skin.

My eyes were focused subsequently at the first aid kit to get the rolled gauze off its pocket. Nevertheless, I felt sorcery to be real at all. I was completely astounded to see nothing, but his wound perfectly healed within a second. As if nothing ever happened to him at all.

I was there on daze. With my eyes wide open, I couldn't even dare to blink for once. My mind was hallowed with thoughts to come up with. Was not even capable of thinking at all, but " how did that happen?"

As my lungs pushed out a heavy sigh, I heard a soft chuckle I had never heard before, from a dark lord.

" I forgot to tell you I'm special, I tend to heal by myself."

He uttered with his brows sunking and eyes who were devoid of emotions. There was coldness lingering upon every word he had spoken.

"You should have told me in the first place." Irritation started to run within my veins. Why did I even care about him? Is it because I was swayed by the fact that I was able to distinguish the agony dwelling underneath his eyes?

"I tried to, but you insisted."

He picked up his suit, which was lying above the mattress and put it back on, without buttoning it yet.

"Should I reward you for being such a good girl?"

His broad shoulder turned towards my direction, presenting his mysterious face glamourize behind his black mask.

Withal, he began walking furthermore closely towards the edge of the bed, where I was frozen sitting. My eyes were as if bewitch by all means, within the enticing look that filled the window of his soul.

Without any cognizance, my body slowly fell upon the mattress as his muscled arms lay upon my sides. Caging me between his presence.

I was on dazed. With our souls living underneath, our eyes seem to interconnect with each other. The scene of the past reflected upon his eyes, where the gloom dwells-and pain, which is distinguished as strength becomes power.

He withdrew himself from the tension. There was fear within his eyes. Fear, that I might able to understand what made him become himself.

Prolly, he knew from that moment. But how I wish he didn't.

He vanished abruptly, leaving me dumbfounded, I sighed a breath of anxiousness as my body fell on the bed. There was only a single string holding me from falling, but then it broke.

"Who am I?" I murmured as the tears fell from the back of my eyes.

I gathered myself and left the venue with my exposed skin against the chilly breeze of the night.

The path was filled with thick snow as some of them were like crystals falling from the sky.

My arms hugged my body from the cold, as my steps were faltering from the undeniably frozing weather. That seems to wrap every single piece of my bones underneath.

I stopped halfway and sat on the ground, enabling me to warm myself, but it wasn't enough. The cold was still trying to kill every part of my body, I lost most of my sensation, and my consciousness was taken away slowly.

Apart from that, the sound of a hungry beast was upheard. It was groaning ferociously as it moved forward in my direction. Unfortunately, my sense of hearing was left with my vision, and if it weren't, then I wouldn't have felt certain intimidation by now.

If it would have devoured me then atleast it will take me by surprise without the feeling of suffering but now that I am aware of it, I feel fearful and my body is as well to feel the pain if to be eaten.

I turned my head around to captivate the blazing red eyes of the beasts approaching towards me. They are the white wolves of the forest that stood taller than me.

If the coldness didn't made me frail, I would have been able to fight for myself but there's not much of a thing that I can do about it, since I can barely move out from where I am now.

As they were about to jump to devour me, an angel fell from the sky. He was swirling with his black cape flying with his current.

He was powerful enough that he dared to carry four of them and throw them away from us. His eyes reflected theirs, but he was way more different.

His sharp nails teared the barriers of their skin apart. As blood flows frozen upon the ground. His arms reflexed as his hands were doing a brutal show. The way he moves is as if he is the foster son of the wind. He's barely visible within my half-conscious eyes.

"Drink my blood than tearing me!"

He was the only one that was left amongst his troops. He turned back into a human nakedly kneeling on the ground before the vampire.

Begging for a less painful death but the vampire wasn't convinced enough to take his wish into consideration.

The corners of his lips lifted into a mischievous smirk as he moved forward to him.

"I don't drink a wolf's blood. Nasty!"

He lifted him up on the air, with his nails buried deep on his neck. He gasped for some air whilst the blood was tracing down his body.

"You dare to touch my woman, now die!" his voice majestically echoed along the entirety of this frozen gloomy forest.

"Please pardon me!" the wolf cried.

"As you wish."

He held his body with both of his hands and teared it apart. I couldn't bear to see it, so I covered my eyes to unsee the brutality of it.

And then a warm hand held me, I looked up and saw his calm face staring at me with worry underneath his eyes.

"You're safe now, darling. No one will ever hurt you again." he uttered softly as he laid a soft kiss on my forehead.

He carried me to his brawny arms, holding me tightly to warm my frozen body.

As he moved across the snowy path, my eyes kept still into him. He's wearing a black mask, which he wore on the event earlier.

He was different tonight. He felt soft, safe, and mostly cozy. Very far from the usual one that I used to know, the cold, ferocious, arrogant, and merciless vampire.

"Is this who he really is? Why did he become who he is known for?"

I had thought as I looked upon his beautiful eyes.

But he became blurry as time went by, as my consciousness was finally taken away from me, and the darkness had finally taken me.