Ian was used to the unwelcoming gaze of others as he was always seen as a hot monster with a shrewd mind. For the past years, he hadn't been killing people as much as he did in the old times which why the gaze felt rather refreshing than when he visited soirées or parties where people wish to be on his good side.
But the gazes today wasn't directed to him but Elise. He turned his head to his bride, watching how her eyes were not in fear but distant while watching the villager. "Tell me, Elise sweetheart, have you seen all these people's faces?"
Elise took in the faces of the villagers that crowded near them. She saw Mrs. Welly standing with some other women and men who she knew. She noted that they have gotten older and some seemed to have a grandchild. "Yes, I know them... well."
"Doesn't seem like a good 'well' I hear now." she turned her eyes at Ian, watching how he smiled and the evilness that lurks wanting to take place.
