It was way past 12:00 am. Security personnels were done roving. The only people on the top floor are Care and the man lurking in the dark. The tension rose as the night breeze blew.
More than bringing a jacket, she cursed her stupidity for not bringing phone at least!
In order to ensure safe distance, she retraced her steps meters away from the creep's position. He took a step forward enough for his face to be illuminated by light. His vicious smile, mischievous emerald eyes and height that towered over her unnerved her spunk. Everything about him screamed bad news!
"Sweetheart, don't you remember your real savior?" he asked languidly.
"Scratch the endearment. We aren't close, Mister! I'm not particularly trusting towards strangers so kindly leave me be or else I'll have you arrested." Care threatened.
It was a deceitful statement to lower his guard. Her real intention was to escape if given the opening. She turned to run but then he moved at a speed of lightning. In a matter of seconds, he already stood in front of her sparing no appropriate space. She gasped. For the first time, she thought her soul would jump out of her body!
"You don't get to trick a trickster." He remarked and grabbed her wrist.
She trembled expecting to experience his brute strength. So surprisingly his firm grip around her wrist was tender that she halted her struggle to break free. She watched him raise her hand in midair. Briefly, a symbol of a circle glowed gold on her palm, burning her skin a bit in the process.
Vague memories become lucid.
She recalls!
Time ceased flowing yet the same guy standing before her continued to stride casually while everybody lost their motion. He crouched to her level and they made a pact about an absurd idea of a fated pair. Her body quivered, overwhelmed both by the revelations and resurfacing of the pain her body still remembers.
Regardless how surreal, Care believes! If not, the chances are she meets death at the stage then later on turns as lead star of a phenomenal horror story.
"Aww, I did shake hands with a devil." She mumbled.
He lets her go, dramatically, backing away as if he was bitten by a snake. Gone was his menacing look: his face contorted into an offended expression yet comical to her eyes.
"Whoa, hold up! I ain't a devil. I am Gallus, a Fae! And if you might ask, that symbol signifies our sacred agreement which neither of us has liberties of breaking. The round shape entails that we are bound to meet the conditions NO MATTER WHAT." He overemphasized.