Flashback
Year 1413.
                          
The rain splattered all around us and on us in the dark and scary forest, long trees forming scary and demonic figures under the mooned midnight.
                          
Yes, it was midnight for crying out loud!
                          
I was sure I had a death wish.

                          
I tried my best not to look at the dead bodies scattered on the ground and on the trees as I made my way, stepping over and beside dead bodies to the man that knelt in the middle of it all.

                          
He was the only one alive.
The only one soaked in so much blood that it was literally dripping off him but no injury whatsoever.
                          
And THAT meant only one thing.


                          
HE KILLED THEM ALL... he killed them all brutally.
But how? How could one man take down thousands?


                          
I clutched my white, soaked and transparent night gown which clung to my body like a second skin and shivering like a rain drenched chicken (which is what I was anyways).
                          
I took a step closer, thinking.
                          
If he killed them all, why then wasn't I running away screaming bloody murder?


                          
Surely I was wishing for a premature death by moving closer to the man who knelt in the middle of dead bodies, his head hung low.

                          
I knew my naked body could be seen clearly through the gown but I payed no heed to that as I knelt in front of him sizing him up.


                          
From his soft looking wet black hair that covered most of his face since his head was down, to his broad and oozing with strength shoulders, down to his chest which was open in the cold, blood staining it all over but despite the cold, warmth radiated through him.
                          
Slowly, without thinking, my hands reached for his hair, inching closer and closer, my heart thumping loudly.
                          
In the spur of a second, he suddenly gripped my wrist and snapped his head up to look at me in a very dangerous, animalistic instinct and my heart flew to my mouth.


                          
His deadly glare softened almost immediately he set his eyes on me and I gasped at the most important thing I noticed.


                          
His eyes..
His eyes was black!
Everything!!
                          
I unwillingly bit my lips, my eyes trailing downwards.


                          
His straight, perfect nose, down to his full red lips which was all bloodied.


                          
This wasn't a romantic look, rather it was a scary soulless look, but I couldn't help the butterflies that swarmed in the pit of my stomach at the sight.


                          
Was this a normal thing?
                          
No.


                          
Well one thing was sure, this guy wasn't human.



                          
His grip on my wrist loosened as if he urged me on and
I gently moved my fingers into his hair and settled at its roots, massaging his scalp.
                          
He growled softly, closing his eyes and leaning into my touch.
I scuttled near him and touched his cheeks with my other hand.
                          
Black eyes snapped open to meet mine again and before I can process my words, I say the first thing that has been on my mind since I saw those eyes.
                          
"Beautiful... So beautiful." I whispered more to myself but by the way he growled again, I had no doubt he heard me.

                          
He felt so helpless and strong at the same time and right then, my concern was not how he killed thousands of men or why his mouth and body was stained with blood.
                          
No.


                          
I was more concerned on how he was so beautiful and how he look angelic under the moonlight.
                          
I was concerned as to why my heart was beating this fast and if it was all a dream.
                          
So when I drew closer, closing my lips on his and he gripped my waist possessively, kissing me back with much fervour,
A lovely scent of honeydew and lemon invading my senses...


                          
I knew this was all reality.
                          
End of flashback.






                          
It was like a video played in my head, like a video I acted with Killian and something had never been so real like it was.

                          
What was happening to us? To me?
                          
Was there more to us than I knew?? Or was it just a prank?


                          
Well, I was going to find out later, Because right now, the only thing in my head was the black eyed man in front of me.
                          
I've never wanted someone so badly and it scared me to death.


                          
"Is everything all good there?" I heard a small voice which belonged to the owner of the mall.
                          
When I looked back at him, his eyes has cleared up, leaving me to wonder if the blackness was ever there.




                          
Busted! I thought as I heard small and quick footsteps towards us, no doubt calculating the amount of damage we'd made.
                          
I didn't notice that... at all.
                          
I wasn't worried about my sore back or my shaky hands and trembling lips.

                          
I was staring at the man who just made me feel something so strange and beautiful for the first time.
The man who had blackness covering this eyes just now.
The same man who I wanted physical contact with like mad.

                          
The man whose primal, animalistic, dominating and scary side turned me on to the point of no returns.
The man who'd left me needing.



                          
The beautiful man in front of me.
                          
Killian waltz..
                          
What was there to him?


                          
Was he not a normal person? (His black eyes attested to that, but... Were things like these real?)
                          
What in the world was he?



                          
Most of all...
What the hell just happened??







                          
What do you think?
                          
Is Leah running mad? Or is there more to what she knows?


                          
Vote and share please.





                          
Sharonbright.