"Help me, please!"
She pleaded as she ran, hastily glancing over each alley she passes by in hopes of finding a living soul in this lifeless city.
"Please! Somebody help me!"She sobbed; the hope she was desperately clinging on to gradually fades when all she could hear were the echoes of her running footsteps.
A flash of black on her left leaping from one building to another immediately made her snap out of thought. The neon green color illuminating from the moon on the beings' black cloak made her more terrified than she already was, to begin with.
A flash of black on her right and another one following not far behind made her pace her steps faster despite the sharp pain her heels were giving her feet.
"H-help me please!" She pleaded yet again, but only the abandoned buildings heard her cries.
But as she reached the bridge, hope in her heart grew more the closer she got to him; "my saviour," she thought to herself.
Standing by the end of the bridge, his back leaning against the concrete wall and arms resting on the rails. His head tilted a bit to the right giving emphasis on his jawline. His royal blue eyes shift from the stars scattered in the sky to the full yellow moon illuminating a neon green glow. A light breeze caressing his dark violet hair, his hair being blown into disarray but does not lessen his beauty, not in the least.
He noticed the damsel in distress and without moving an inch, he slowly took his eyes away from the moon and fixed his gaze on the tiny figure who was now a few feet away from him.
She used the back of her hand to wipe the sweat trickling down her forehead, then to the tears that were continually flowing down her cheeks.
"Y-you must help me! My life is in danger!" Her voice is trembling out of fright and desperation.
"Oh?" His tone is one of feigned interest, he then stood up straight and sauntered towards her making her take a step or two backward out of his sudden approach. With no hint of hesitation, he placed both of his hands on her waist pulling her close to him. She looked up only to find herself looking at her reflection in his blue eyes.
Realizing how close he is to her, her cheeks turn bright pink.
"Help you from what exactly?" His voice was low and gentle, almost hypnotic.
"If only I weren't married..." She thought to herself, minding her heart beat fast and the sudden heat she felt on her cheeks.
His other hand slowly found its way to the back of her neck, not forgetting to caress the soft skin of her arms along the way; the light touch of his fingertips sent shivers down her spine.
"I-I.." She wanted to tell him, but she only stumbled on her words.
He smirked; amused by her vulnerable state, he pulled her closer to him making her more flustered than she already was. He took her left hand and eyed on the diamond band on her ring finger.
"Letting his wife wander around the streets after midnight? What was your husband thinking?" He lightly brushed his lips on her fingers: from the pointer finger and stopped on the ring finger; taking a light peck on the wedding band, she has on.
"Were it me... I would never let a woman with such emotion in her eyes out of my sight." He brushed the now messy fringe on her forehead and placed his hand on her cheek; his thumb is lightly touching her skin in a circular motion.
"Now tell me, what was it that you needed help with?" His lips quirk up a fraction, teasing her with a smile that is comforting yet suspiciously mischievous.
"Th-they're chasing after me. They w-want to kill me..." She looked away from him, trying to fight the temptation she was feeling at that moment by thinking of her husband that was somewhere there in London.
He chuckled and put his hand on her chin, bringing her face up so that she's looking at him straight in the eye.
"My services are not free, my lady."
"I-is it money you want? I c-could immediately-"
"I prefer something more of value than money." He said cutting her off as he tightened his grip on her waist making her wince in pain.
"Something like- your soul." He continued casually, his eyes now cold and malicious.
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Both confusion and fear clouded her mind unsure if she was in safe hands or not.
She had to think about her decision carefully, but his intense gaze bore into her eyes that she could not even think straight.
His royal blue eyes.
She nodded imperceptibly; no idea that she was being led to commit to a wrong decision that she would regret in the end, but she was already drawn in by his charms that it was too late to turn away.
A satisfied smile appeared on his face. He pulled her close to her, his lips touching her ear.
"Well then, shall we seal this contract with a kiss?" His alluring voice and the feel of his breath on her ear sent shivers down her spine.
He tilted her head making her lips within reach and slowly inched his way to her, biting his lower lip along the way.
As their nose touched and she was ready to give in to his lips, to his warmth; he smirked.
"Fool." He whispered. Her eyes widen as she felt excruciating pain in her lower abdomen; her white dress stained red. She fell to the hard cold concrete ground as her knees weakened, holding the spot where the blood came gushing out.
Seeing her blood stained his white dress shirt underneath his black coat, his grotesque looking sword that was gradually disappearing into thin air leaving trails of her blood on the ground, and her blood on his hands frightened her to an extent she could not imagine possible. What heightened her fear more was the fact that he was not disturbed by what he did. In fact, the grin on his face says it all: he enjoyed it.
Her eyes were getting heavier by the second; and before she lost consciousness, she fixed her eyes on the only thing she would never forget even after her death; her killers' malicious grin.