All detailed and very... endangering, a mischievous creature who was pulled out of someone's imaginative mind is infront of me.
A burly and muscular frame of a half-naked man who seemed to be in his 40s, is the owner of the voice. Black and silver shimmers were laid in a perfect mess on distinct parts of his immense strong chest, muscly arms, firm torso, and tiltating neck. With a humongous pair of extremely dark wings as an accessory, legs covered by absolute darkness which has the gloomiest glimmer... those ruthless and intolerant eyes exhulirating with bass glint— he looks extremely full of boldness and roughness. No weakness at all.
I then know for sure that he is out of my league.
And I am not in paradise. Cause his mere existence is raging hell.
When he started to walk nearer us, I automatically bent on Ryelia's hold. His eyes darted to me and I recognized a darker shade of my emerald green eyes.
"She looks wimpy to me" he announced.
Ryelia without blinking, braved the man with her usual militant aura. She met him halfway as if in some casual negotiation.
"Well it seems so too in my eyes, but look, " Ryelia forced to remove my hand on my chest, pulling the chest part of my dress a lot lower that it revealed the half of my right boob.
The two-dot, looking like a bite birthmark resurfaced.
"She is the lost one,"
Lost?
Indeed I am lost with them. But I wasn't who I think they were talking about!
I automatically crossed my arms on my chest as soon as Ryelia let go of my hands. I gripped on my shoulder tight. Not wanting the same thing to happen again.
It wasn't because of the feeling of being exposed by skin.
But the rousing feeling of being exposed to be recognized for who I know I am not.
It is just the usual unhealed scar, not just properly taken care of so it remained black marked. I am not who they have lost and now found. I can't be the person they are most interested in. I cannot be a subject of these wicked kinds.
Unless for food...
Then is he the one whom I should be offered?
His eyes narrowed and I caught how his pupils zoomed more into my eyes. I panicked when his orbs shaded deeper and warnful. No hint of delight. No shade of light.
He throw me one last glance before he diverted to Ryleia.
"Make her come to us in the next 268 days. Or else a war will take turn," that's what he last mandated before he flew high to the sky. After some unbelievable while, it was only the shade of the horizon and my memory of him, being the only darkness in the sky.
As if a bad dream, I started heaving hard though he is not present anymore.
What does he mean? Coming to them? I must not!
Then it dawned on me that I am in a strange place. On how I got here and how impossible it is to go back up there. And what this place consists of. Vampires... and then that... So how can we escape here?
"War, war, war." she sang nonchalantly. " A war for you. Deaths for you. Don't you think you're too much for a responsibility?"
"I... am not who you are looking for, "
"Of course! Anyone from the mortal world would say that, " she smeared. "A frail heart could never survive here... I think they have misinterpreted things. You are just a feeble creature. Judging by the impression you just stake, you are powerless, impotent... incapable. But since you are already acknowledged, maybe you can. "
"Or maybe you can be the next disappointment of our kind,"
My chest sneakily reacted without my consent. Why is she talking like that to me? And why do those words affect me even if I knew they are not for me? As if it was familiar?
Perhaps because I have often heard of these words in my predator's mouth... the women in my town. It just that hers are more heavier and sound as she spew them directly on my face.
She stopped talking when she bowed down to peek through me. Her lips twisted and I knew what is that for. She finds me ridiculous. Never was there a pity on those shade of red orbs.
She continued paving until...
A ruined and partially demolished multiple-story ancient castle is seen a distance beside the waterfalls. It looks rugged, seemingly hitted by a powerful catastrophe, but the lights on the patios and on some of its rooms made me aware someone is inside it. The way it has intricate designs and complicated tweaks combined from distinct and unworldly classic art had me on a wholesome transition.
It is fantasy in art. It is fiction after fiction. It is messy but still an eyeful.
Ryelia placed me in front of it before ditching me to run I don't know where.
"Enjoy your kind," she bid mercilessly and left me in the center of the abyss.
With a forced removal of eyes on the palace, I roamed my eyes on the area and saw nosy bilious eyes watching me. There were a lot of them. They are scattered around the perimeter of the palace. They are vampires. They can easily kill. And they are not supposed to be before my eyes.
One, who have just arrived got inquisitive of the hyped crowd, and he immediately found out why.
He rousingly showed me his fangs and I fearfully stepped back.