The men both looked horrible, only Draven was ready for more, he flicked his hair to the side, giving a glare that his yellow like eyes reflected the lights outside on them. Ian seemed to have the upper hand most of the fight, only to have something deep inside Draven change. He bolted after Ian, shoving him into the wall but hitting most of the window, shattering it. Glass flew everywhere as a gust of wind entered the room. Ian fought with Draven over a fight of strength as Ian tried to stab downwards to Draven's shoulder. None of his attempts made any progress as Draven held Ian's wrist to the wall.
We heard shouting come from down the hallway and flashlights blinding everyone's field of view. Four policemen barged in through the doorway, and while two kept focus on Ian and Draven while guarding me and the others, leaving the other two men to holster their firearms and flashlights away to restrain the two fighting. Draven was over Ian landing harsh blows directly to his face. This left blood oozing from Ian's nose, eyebrow, and lip.
I stared in horror, the boys were at it like wild beasts. I know for a fact; this whole thing was a catastrophe. One officer pulled back and restrained Draven, while the other removed the knife from Ian before restraining him.
Both men lay on the ground, their wrists cuffed behind their backs. The two officers closest to us placed their weapons in their holsters as well before one calling through his walkie-talkie that it was safe for the ambulance EMT's to come in.
"Officer! You need to book that guy and get him away from here!" Ian spat out some blood onto the ground and tilted his head to look up at the officer watching him, then gazed over to us two girls. "Jayne, tell me you're ok!"
Before I could even move, Jayne was on her knees away from Draven but down on the floor to Ian. Her make up was now ruined by streaks from her tears. The black lines made their way past her cheeks where she would catch them before they made their way any farther. Jayne was brushing the bloody hair from Ian's face back as he normally would grease it back. She lifted his head into her lap crying. I don't think it stopped the moment she realized he was losing his fight.
I wobbled over to the chair with the help of an officer, he looked down at my leg as we waited for the medics to arrive.
"Please don't let him go to jail! He didn't do anything but protect us! This bastard here was over Lilly with her dress up! She looked drugged and slumped over the couch. If I hadn't intervened, he probably would've had his way with her! If you don't do something I'll have my father arrest you all!" Jayne was furious and ready to get into it with the police officer now holding her away from Ian.
"There will be no need for that," said a voice rang throughout the room.
I turned to pinpoint the sound of her voice. She, as well as the woman beforehand seemed to appear from thin air. This woman was much older, in her fifty's or sixties but had the complexion of a forty year old. She was extremely regal and stood with perfection all around her. Draven looked up from the ground with an almost angry but fearful glare. This woman wore a long black dress coat, covered with white fur linings around the collar and cuffs. Under the coat was a knee length dress with a very fashion forward with teal lines framing the angle of her body around her waist and neckline. On her neck was a large necklace that had a crest I didn't recognize. Her hair was short, just above her jawline, golden with strands of wisdom grey throughout. She kept her hair in curls that made her look like a model. I'm more certain that she once was a model, she looks like she could cover for vogue. Her nails were done in a sapphire blue, along with her irises, and matching shoes, only in velvet with a small heel.
"Gentlemen, our order will take care of this. I can deal with the troublemakers. You have no need or worry now." She held her palms together gracefully while maintaining eye contact with all four officers. Almost instantly, all of the men started to leave.
Ian looked up confused, staring at the men leaving, "Hey! Uncuff me if you guys are leaving!" Ian shifted around to his side to look over at Rayne, "Think you can pick it hun?"
"That won't be needed." The lady walked up to Draven and crouched down elegantly still, "I'll have a chat with you when this is all done, Draven. Now, get up. I'm not helping you up either."
Draven pushed his forehead to the floor and tucked his legs beneath him helping himself sit up. He seemed to relax for a second before yanking his wrists apart from each other breaking the chain apart. Draven stood up tearing off the broken cuffs from his wrists.
I noticed Ian staring in awe at Draven standing upright rubbing his wrists. I looked down to my leg and rubbed my thumb across the mark of the belt being so tight. I carefully eyed the cut before rubbing it a bit too hard and scratching my nail across a sensitive spot. I winced a bit and stared at the blood starting to dribble out.
The woman whipped around to stare at me, wide eyed. She started to walk towards me with a look that creeped me out enough that I gripped Draven's belt tightly to my chest.
"Lookie!" Another face appeared behind my head just to grab my shoulders and peered around my shoulder, "We got a bleeder!" I looked over to a youthful face with a set of almost bright hazel eyes that were clearly contacts. Light brown bangs covered my eyes a bit as she poked her head above me. She twirled her braid into my cheek like a makeup brush. She pressed her cheek to mine smiling up at the woman with almost puppy dog eyes. "I think she drained most of the good juice though…" I knew she was Asian and judging by her roundness she was Korean.
"Draven, be a dear and help the kid." The older woman held her hand pointing in the direction towards Ian.
Hastily, Draven nodded, "Of course Aunt Corinne." He answered her before pulling apart Ian's cuffs one by one. Ian sat on the ground with Jayne hugging him from behind holding him tightly.
Jayne watched me, worried about the girl closest behind me. "Please, we don't want any trouble. Just let us go to the hospital and we'll be out of your guys' hair. I just want to take my friends and leave." Jayne started to beg, but the woman, Corinne didn't barely lift an eyebrow over to Jayne before scoffing.
"Such a proposition, but I have other plans." Corinne started to walk towards me, her eyes locked on my leg.
"No!" To Jayne's, Ian's, and my surprise, Draven bolted before Corinne and blocked her way from meeting me. "Chloe, get off of her before I break your arms off." Draven turned around glaring at the girl stroking my hair.
"No fair. Why do you get to keep her to yourself? I think these three will do it for tonight's event. Right Auntie?" Chloe walked away from me, trailing her painted fingernails across my shoulder and neck. She tugged on my hair a bit as a lock of my hair was wrapped around her finger in a knot. I yelped slightly, which made Jayne stand up wanting to attack Chloe.
"Leave her alone! Please!" Jayne was almost in tears trying to beg the group of people surrounding me.
"What a broken record!" Melaina flicked her blonde hair away from her shoulder then glared at Draven. "She was going to kill herself by next week anyways."
"Don't you dare say that!" Draven snapped at the slender woman walking out from the wall, her hands folded disgustedly at her chest.
I got a full look at her finally, she too was dressed like a model, someone who was richer than Bill Gates, rich. She wore all black but the dress resembled Morticia Addams's, only not floor length but cut off just below her knee with a slit in the back. The long sleeves reached down to her wrists which were adored in expensive looking jewelry that matched her earrings and necklace. Her face was that of a porcelain doll, near unbreakable from any age lines or imperfections. Melaina even had high cheekbones that were rouged perfectly to match her red eyes and red glossy lips. She gave off a vibe that would make the toughest soldier want to shake with fear. I was jealous of her body, which she looks like she walked out of a Victoria Secret's poster. Her heels were deadly thin, black with red lining underneath.
Again, rich.