Chapter 6

Anastasia's POV

         “Hey! A cute girl!” the man on the left said.

         They are now near our location enabling me to see their appearances better. The man who just spoke is the shortest among the three. His jet-black hair has splashes of blood. Actually, he has the most bloodied look out of all of them. I already got the gist of what his expression would be with just the tone of his voice but it made it clear that he is the one finding this situation most enjoyable when his mischievous expression became visible.

         “What do we do with her?” the man on the right asked. His somewhat slicked light brown hair made him look the most proper among the three. He is also bloodied but definitely lesser than the one on the left. His aura and eyes look gentle despite his now scary appearance.

         ‘If worse comes to worst, I might try pleading with this guy. He seems to be someone who I can emotionally appeal to’

         “She also trespassed so…” said the man with jet-black hair.

         “Stupid! Did you seriously think she has a choice being here? She looks like she was abducted or something” stated the man with light brown hair.

         “Well true that” the jet black hair answered, nodding. “But hey she is cute! We can spare her no?”

         The man with light brown hair simply nodded and looked at the man in the middle – the person who, since earlier, kept staring at me.

         The man, the tallest among them and the cleanest – with barely any splatters of blood that can be seen, walks towards my direction. He did not mind the weapons pointed at him and the glares from my father’s subordinates. His every stride exudes confidence and dominance and I, without knowing what may befall me, felt extreme fear and… excitement?

         Ever since earlier when they arrived, it became hard for me to breathe. With the exception of the blood and their auras, the stares of the one in the middle took my breaths and composure away.

         A gasp escaped my mouth when I heard a gunshot but even before registering the fact that a subordinate actually fired, the subordinate already dropped dead with blood gushing out his neck. 

         ‘What in the monstrous speed was that…’

         In a matter of a minute at most, the confident man managed to dodge and counterattack the assailant. It was done with such precise and speedy movement that no one, except the three bloodied men, was able to follow it.

         “How annoying,” the man said as he stopped walking and pulled out a handkerchief. He nonchalantly and calmly wiped the blood that got on his hands. He then looked at the circle that the subordinates and my father did and directed his attention to his companions.

         “Leave her -” he said as he looked at me briefly. “and the one in the middle” pertaining to my father.

         The man with light brown hair just shrugged his shoulder while the one with jet-black hair happily complied.

         As the daggers were inches away from the necks of my father’s subordinates, something, or rather someone blocked my sight.

         ‘When did he…’

         “Don’t look” he said as his hands gently covers my eyes. “It is a gruesome scene”

         I just took deep breaths in an attempt to calm myself. It is bearable when this guy was away from my spot but him being this near is akin to a torture on my part.

         ‘This guy is dangerous, Ana! Stop your fantasizing shits’

         Even still, after all the rationalizing and reasoning going on in my head, my heart and my body seem to have a different opinion.

         A whole party seems to be happening in my heart as it continually produces these loud and fast thumps. I had this strong urge to hold his hand, pull it down, and just get sunk away in his eyes. His breaths hitting my neck and his warm body that I can feel from the close proximity is definitely not helping.

         I just sat there in hopes that my heartbeat and the rising heat that my body exudes would not be made known to the man – temporarily forgetting what situation I am at.

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         After who knows how long of a battle between my rational self and my desire-driven self lasted, I felt his hand drop from my face. With his eyes fixated on me, I am able to stare at his appearance better and man, he is gorgeous! – like the drop-dead type of gorgeous. Middle-length curly dark brown hair, thick eyebrows, pointed nose, chiseled jawline, luscious lips, perfectly tanned skin, and those hypnotizing moss-green eyes. He surely looks like the Goddess took a whole decade sculpting him – an epitome of perfection. He is like an angel blessing everyone with his appearance but his aura is of death, like a grim reaper ready to take my soul away.

         I am no sucker for faces! I have my fair share of encounters with beautiful people but never felt anything like this. Might be because he is MUCH more handsome than them but – really? Am I seriously fantasizing about a person who merely took seconds to kill someone? For all I know, I can be next!

        I frantically calmed myself and like always, put on a strong facade. I can't appear weak in front of these people.

         “Are you really a human?” the man asked, voice laden with deep curiosity.

         “I am – and you are a werewolf” I answered with certainty.

         With the confirmation of my father about the legend, their glowing eyes were already enough evidence but the sudden smirk of the person in front of me just confirmed it more.

         “A human huh… how interesting” I heard him mumble as he stood up.

         He offered me his hand which I hesitantly took. He lightly pulled me towards him, holding my waist as he helped me regain my balance. It felt sweet – like a scene from a fairytale story which of course would be interrupted by the villain which, in terms of how this short story has been progressing, is being portrayed by my father.