The gasps and looks of the on watcher popped up with amazement and curiosity.
The forceful pulling of the hair alongside the grunt of both women, yelling at each other, visible marks of nail pronounced on their faces.
The cat struggle did not last long as some persons, tried pulling them apart, but it was fruitless.
"Let go of my hair, you lowly bitch! " Maggie screaming, her voice shaking with rage. Her attempts to break free only caused Erin to pull harder, pushing her to the floor.
Maggia cried out in pain as her hand instinctively reached out for her hair to free it from Erin's hold.
As she fell, Erin took the bull by the horns, as she immediately got on Maggie's stomach straddling her, discoloring her face with tight slaps, from one cheek to another, not giving the girl any breathing space to retaliate.
The little part of her face, she tried covering it, yelling out. Rolling over to find a route of escape, and as if the heavens heard her, Erin got off her, her breath uneven as her chest went up and down.
"Next time try that shit with someone else's bestie, not mine, because I enter your dreams and continue from where I stop." her hair stuck to her sweaty face.
By far now Maggie's face was swollen, her make up reined out of recognition, the lips a little bloody, lying helplessly on the cold floor, the gown she wanted to die and kill for was now even worse.
How could she? A staff beaten up their gust, this was beyond human logic sense of reasoning, when people say pocket your pride immediately crossing your comfort zone to avoid being humiliated, this was a perfect example of the consequence.
Marin, Caris and the woman supporting Maggie earlier, where all jaw dropped, their eyes moving back and forth, as their speech disappeared temporarily. The only person that was calm was Arya. Picking up the sounds around her, she knew what level of face slapping method Erin must have used.
As the beast returned to his hiding, Erin's heartbeat became steady, but the wildness in her eye was clearly on seen, using it to gugle out the woman laying motionless on the ground, messed up.
Satisfaction hummed in her, seeing the woman, as no one dared to move from their positions to help her, especially not her friend, who kept mute on the situation. Little steps at a time, she moved away, her hands grabbing hold of Arya, as they exited the hall with a smirk on Vincent's lips.
Merely pouring the cold water on her face did not ease the tension in her body. The large mirror brought out the blood stained wounds on her face. She gripped on the sink bowl, her eyes darted to Arya at the other side.
Taking calming breaths at one puff, her mouth doing the exhaling, she rippled out a fresh plain white tissue, dapping it on her face, thereafter disposing of it.
Feeling the weight on her shoulders, Arya just smiled, shaking her head.
"You're hurt. " Arya said, patting her head, "Is it that bad?"
"It's fine, Arya, it's just some starches." Her hot breath fanning Arya's neck.
The place remained quiet.
Taking time to summon back their courage for the awaiting storm that just walked in.
"Erin, Mr. Caris requests your presence in the kitchen." Marin said, fiddling with her hands.
Closing her blue eyes in peace, she took in one more breath, leaving Arya's shoulder blade.
"Just go now. I will bring her along. " Marin said after a lot of internal arguments.
"You better." Erin spoke out, glaring fricercly at her. She did not miss the sorry look she gave her back to only be ignored, as Erin pushed past her out of the restroom, sparing her not on clarence.
Marin rushed to Arya, taking the initiative to hug her waist from behind.
"I'm sorry Arya, I know what I did was wrong. I should not have told you to apologize. Allow this one to slide. " swaying Arya side to side.
"I need to use the restroom." Arya deadpanned, freeing herself from the hug.
"Arya, I'm sorry" Marin kept on begging from the other side of the door. She insensitively jerked back by the harsh slamming of the door.
Coming out five minutes later, Arya came out from the toilet. Sensing one around, she took a turn to the door.
Without her stick, she found it even hard to move. She might as well scream for help or take it to the ground to crawl, because at this rate she might bump into something.
More than ten minutes had passed and she was still wandering in the deserted corridors, with Marin out of sight. The helplessness and frustration started creeping onto her.
Her knees were hurting, so were her hips and back. After hitting the walls a few times, she fell on her knees.
It has been so long already, while Marin still hasn't come to fetch her and also where the shit was she, that no matter how loud she yelled no one came to her aid, and the scary part was that a continuous footsteps followed her.
The quiet yet cautious steps steadily followed its prey, out of any possible eyes, the vulnerable thing crawling on the floor, waiting for the right to attack.
Her beat accelerated with every speedy minute, as she felt the foot getting closer, she took the pace to crawl faster, but to where?.
She froze in mid-spot in fear. The hairs on her shoulders stood as a hand made contact with her, causing to break down in cold sweats.
Daring not to turn to her shoulders, the hands remain passively still, slowly gripping on her, feeling the pressure of the nails.
The shaking voice of Arya, echoed in the corridor, "What do you want? ." One word at one breath.
Another fleshy hand came near her face, drawing random lines across her face, as the person took a whiff from her hair, sniffing it wildly.
Her heart became jumpy, her brain shutdown, as all resistant words of protest died, followed by the rising panicked building in her blood streams.
"Such marvelous rich scent, I will be sure not to leave any piece behind. " The person said, his hand heading south to her neck.
Right now she could feel the blind terror. He's going to kill me! Ayra screamed in her mind in alarm.
The sudden unexpected voice made her flinch, not because of the hand on her neck but because of the powerful well translated vocals slicing through the terrifying silence.
"There you are, having fun without me." a mischievous look in his eyes.
Vincent causally made his move on the thing behind the blind girl, throwing him with ease as he pinned him on the walls to see the thing in his true colors.
The skeleton of a human, and the bony frame head of a bird, hidden in the ragged darked hoodie cloak, his feet disappearing underneath.
"Ravana strix, " the thing said as he pronounced the name in a wrathful way. His bony hands carefully placed on Vincent's shirt to feel his beating heart.
Then he growled, "It still beats, why?" and if the face could change expression, a curious one would have been on the bird-like face.