Chapter Two

I could hear his wooden heels clacking the pavement as he chased after me. His shadow was casted over me, and I panicked and ran faster. He was loving this. I could hear his psychotic giggling. I sent a chill down my spine. I was going to die tonight. The street lights whizzed by past me in a blur of yellows, oranges, and pale blues, but I was too busy focusing on my screaming lungs.

Inhale. Exhale.

"Do you have asthma, girl?! Give it up! You can't run from death!"

I almost screamed. His voice was right behind me. Despite my pounding heart and aching muscles, I ran faster. I wasn't going to die tonight. I refused. I didn't know what he wanted with me, but I knew it couldn't be good. All I could focus on was how close he was and the chainsaw he carried.

What kind of killer uses something as loud as a chainsaw?

My whole body ached, and I knew I wasn't going to make it much longer. I think he knew that, because he laughed harder. I turned a corner and found myself in a dead end alleyway. I panicked, and desperately looked for a different way out. Of course there wasn't, because my whole life was a cliché. I fought for breath, but I felt as if I was suffocating. Damn lungs. I heard his wooden heels walk up behind me, and I turned around to brace myself. If I was going to die, I might as well see it coming.

"Oh look, a dead end. Such a shame, I was having fun!"

He ran his hands through his long hair, which I know assumed was red, and slowly made his way closer to me. With each painfully slow step he made to me, I took a step back. We never broke eye contact, but I was quickly backed into the brick wall. Each second felt like hours.

I held my breath.

He kept walking though, his smile never leaving his hauntingly beautiful face. He stopped before he stepped on my toes, and leaned in close enough to feel his breath on my cheek when he breathed. It was slightly cold, sending a small chill down my spine. I shivered. I couldn't move, I could only look into his bicolored eyes. Green. Yellow. His eyes so sinister, yet so beautiful. His glasses were slightly fogged by my quick breathing and the closeness of our bodies. His sharp teeth shone in the dim lighting.

"Giving up so early? What a disappointment, I was so dreadfully bored until you killed that woman!"

He cried dramatically.

I didn't dare utter a word. I just held my breath and waited to see what he would do next. He stepped back and pulled out his chainsaw. I took the opportunity and pushed him down and took off back down the street. I heard him groan and start chasing me again.

I don't know how long we ran, but it felt like an eternity. As soon as I nearly fell over from exhaustion, a tall man in black appeared from nowhere and I ran into him. It felt like hitting a brick wall, and I bounced back and hit the ground. Blood started pouring from my mouth, and I looked up at the man in terror. The man behind me with glasses went crazy.

"Bassy! What a pleasant surprise! I've missed you darling!"

He screamed happily, jumping on him.

The man in the black tailcoat sighed and pretended he wasn't there, and looked at me with the most sinister grey eyes I've ever seen. I thought glasses guy was terrifying, but this man could be Satan himself.

"I do apologize for the actions of Grell, he's a bit obnoxious."

He said, smiling slightly.

"I-It's alright."

I stammered, unable to look away.

The one he called Grell got off of him but continued to stare at him like a fangirl. It was kind of creepy. Was he in love with this Bassy guy?

"My name is Sebastian Michaelis. I hope he hasn't caused you any trouble"

He said, offering me a hand.

His voice was laced with noble English, but he was dressed as a servant. A butler actually. His firm, gloved hand pulled me off of the ground as if I weighed nothing, and studied me.

"Oh dear. You seem to be hurt. Let me take you to my master's mansion and tend to your medical needs. Please, come with me"

The one named Sebastian smiled.

Grell looked at me in disgust. "Why her? Can I come along?!"

"No."

Sebastian replied quickly, grabbing my arm and leading me away.