A soft thud came from behind the man. He couldn't even make an attempt to turn his head, the menacing murderous intent behind him made him gulp. What on earth was the monster?
Samantha shut her eyes tight, her lips trembling slightly. Her breath came out in short gasps, expecting the worst to happen to her now. But nothing happened. The grip on her wrist loosened, the weight being forced on her loosened. At first, she thought it was a trick being played on her.
Letting out small breaths, she finally forced eyes open. She was just laying there, her back to the floor, looking up at the night sky. The man who had pinned her to the ground was no longer on her.
She immediately shot up, her hands flying to her mouth with horror on her face. Her eyes fell on the lifeless bodies around her, heads separated from the bodies with blood seeping out of their separated body parts.
It took her a few minutes to process everything, her body unconsciously shaking. If it was fear, she didn't know what it was. Her gaze finally rested on the individual who was standing between the bodies casually wiping his fingers which seemed to have been stained by a red substance.
The soft moonlight fell on his features, making him stand out under the dark sky. His short dark hair moving gently in the wind, a scar running from his jaw down to his neck. How could someone be so calm and collected in a situation like this?
Darian slowly turned his head to look at her, his gray eyes giving a glimpse of red. Samantha flinched, she couldn't tell if she was more scared about just barely escaping assault or that he was standing before her after murdering four men in cold blood.
The cloth on his hand slipped to the floor before he moved to approach her. His eyes didn't leave her for a single second as he drew closer and closer to her. The sound of his feet touching the ground seemed to play out in slow motion and at the same time echo through her head.
"Are you okay?" He asked her, his voice sounding distant in her head.
She didn't budge or say a word, just stared at him.
"Samantha?" Her name flowed from hisnlips with such tender and compelling care that drew her gaze to his hand being stretched out to help her up.
For a moment, she felt the pull to take his hand but suddenly, something snapped in her head. A soft scream escaped her lips, slapping his hand away from her line of sight.
"Get out of my sight." she screamed, her body trembling violently. She just saw people murdered. Murdered like animals and he wasn't even bothered about it.
Darian attempted to take a step closer to her, "You're hurt–" but he stopped in his tracks, looking down at her with the coldness in his eyes returning.
He didn't know why he felt strange watching her tremble on the ground and he couldn't even extend a hand to help her up. A small tut escaped his lips before finally looking at the dead demons around him.
Those bastards got what they deserved. How dare they try to lay their hands on her? But why wouldn't she see the same thing he was seeing? She thought he did something wrong right? But he didn't see anything wrong in what he had done.
"Your boss has a habit of selling his workers when the price is right, doesn't he?" he said rather than ask, almost disgusted. His gaze flicked back to her trembling body.
"Tonight wasn't the first time."
Samantha wasn't even listening to him. The warning bells in her head were blaring, dulling her senses to the least. She just wanted to leave his presence completely.
Not knowing where all her strength came from, she forced herself up, dashing towards the back door where she came out from without sparing a glance back. She didn't even care if he had just saved her.
Darian's gaze remained glued to her retreating figure as she slipped into the club through the back door. His gaze lingered for a while before turning to one of his men standing at the mouth of the alley.
"Clean this up." Darian ordered calmly, his voice becoming more icy. "No trace."
The man bowed low. "Understood, your highness."
Darian slipped into the waiting car without sparing the club a second glance. The vehicle drove off into the night.
Unknown to them, from a window high above the alley, a figure surrounded in darkness, lowered a pair of binoculars. Moonlight glineed off a thin silver ring on their gloved finger.
A cold smile tugged at their lips.
"So that's her…"