Delaroth grimaced in pain. It felt as if his heart were snatched out of him, of course that wouldn’t kill him, there were vampires that lived without hearts, but it made them weak. Clutching his chest with one hand and balancing himself against the wall with the other, he managed to get up straight.
Voices rummaged through his head. No, it wasn’t voices. Images. Feelings. Not his. But someone else’s.
Alley. Not this alley, a deserted alley with bright sunshine touching the ground. Danger. One Human Male. Help. He needed to go find that place. He needed to be there. With the sun in its fullest swing, Delaroth for the second time in his life- felt helpless.
She sucked in her breath and embraced her fate for what was to come. She was going to die. She hadn’t paid attention where she was going, having been engrossed in finding a butcher. One wrong turn had landed her in the worst neighbourhood of the city, and no one knew where she went.
The man walked closer to her and she was forced into a corner. She curled herself up against the corner and tried hard not to break into tears.
Her heart was beating so loud that she felt that even the earth would move in its vibration. She couldn’t shout for there were none to hear her.
He was getting closer and closer. Was this what was to become of her?
She closed her eyes shut and cried for help in her mind.
Come to the alley, she screamed in her thoughts, There is danger. Help. Please.
She knew that this was it.
It was the end.
“Hey,” a young male voice sounded from afar. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Instantly the man turned around, and she raised her head to meet the owner of the voice.
“It’s you,” the young male breathed with a hint of relief and familiarity, while locking his gaze on her. Addressing to the man in a formal tone, “Look, we don’t want any trouble. Let her go. She’s just a young girl who stepped into the wrong neighbourhood.”
She couldn’t see his face clearly. The sunlight obstructed her view.
“Trouble?” the man repeated. “What do you think I'm doing, young man?”
“I wouldn’t know that, would I?” the young male spoke with sarcasm. “I’m not a mind-reader.”
The man laughed. “Do you think I’m a pervert? A stalker?”
She looked confused. Well, so did the newcomer.
“I’m not a stalker,” the man informed in hysterics. “She was looking lost when she got here. I was trying to ask her if she needed help. The place doesn’t have a good reputation, you know? But as soon as I came to her, she ran away from me like a frightened puppy.”
Her cheeks reddened and her heartbeat rose, not with fear but with embarrassment. She was too presumptuous about the situation.
“I leave you two, now,” he laughed. “Seems like you both know each other.”
With that, the man left laughing to himself. She was sure she heard him say- “I just got promoted to a stalker... What’s next? Jack the Ripper?”
The young male walked up to her and crouched down, as if to look at her properly. Handing her his hand, he said- “Come, let’s get you home.”
Looking up at him and meeting his inviting ocean blue eyes, those kissable lips smiling at her and his familiar face, she felt relieved.
“Jesus, Arty,” she sighed with relief, “I thought you were another stalker.”