Sorry it's somewhat short! - Chai

As I looked the insane tycoon right in the eyes, I noticed that he didn't quite look like all the times I'd seen him before, he was actually…trembling? His whole body was in a shake, most likely from anger, and his eyes were wide as he looked at me, the brown colour becoming more of a black in the shaded area of the alleyway. He wasn't in his usual clothes either, for his white jacket was missing and he was only in a full black suit, but it was quite hastily thrown together as if he'd just rolled out of bed and threw it on, perhaps a bit unsure of how exactly to dress himself.

"If you touch me again I'll scream." I said to him in a low yet stern tone as his face as right up to mine, and as I said that, I felt a pressure on my abdomen, just where my wound was, and I cringed, one eye shutting in the slight pain.

"You scream, my dear, and this switchblade comes flying out into your body, got that?" He said to me as he pressed it harder against my still quite fresh wound, and I had to bite my lip to stop myself yelping. As much as I wanted to alert someone, anyone, that I was practically being held hostage in the alleyway, I didn't wish for a blade inside of me.

I could tell from the rather dire look in his eyes that he was really meaning business and that with the flip of a switch that he really was going to stab me, but really, all for his maid? Well, of course I knew by this point that those two weren't quite what they seemed to be, yet still this was curious, but I knew I was going to have to get even a little hurt if I was wanting information from him.

"So, tell me, what does Emily mean to you?" I asked him in a very calm tone as if we were in a personal interview, and as I asked him, his eyes went even wider than I thought humanly possible. He looked shocked at me, as if I was just being unreasonable.

"Are you seriously trying to interrogate me whilst I am holding a blade to you? Have you gone mad?" He commented in a rather frustrated tone, as if all he wanted was for me to buckle and be afraid of him.

I learned a long time ago that Reaver fed off fear and that he practically lived for it and nothing else, eating it off people like it was some form of food only he could take in. Yet, today, I would not be feeding him. He could stab me all he wanted, all that would come from it would be a full scale gang war and the blood of a once high up aristocrat on his hands, a young woman none the less. I'm also aware that he's 'reset' in life before, uprooting and starting again, but this time he was far too well known. Maybe 50 or so years ago it would work, but no, not now. Everyone knew of him, and if he was to harm me, his bounty would only grow higher and higher.

"Dear sir," I said in a stern tone. "Knife or no knife, you can do what you wish to me, but you may live with the consequences on your head, is that what you want, dearest tycoon?" As I said that sentence to him, there was an audible growl as he brought a fist up which clacked me right in the jaw, making me grunt as my head was thrown off to the side, my jaw clicking as I spat a mouthful of blood into his face as I whipped my head back around, only to have him bring his hand down across my face once more.

"Tell me where she is!" He yelled as he pushed the blade to the limit where it would break skin, just as there was audible rusting.

"That's enough now, Reaver," As I brought my head around, my vision a little dizzy, I saw several members of surprisingly not the 'I.B.D', but my own people, 'The Rooks', standing with guns pointed right at Reaver, and indeed he stood back a little from me, but not before trying to strike me once again, only to have his hand shot.

I think he forgot that he's not the most skilled shooter in Albion now, most of them are actually in the Rooks as living in the forests you need good skills to hunt, and hunt they do. As Reaver's hand was shot, he didn't make a sound, he just looked at the gang with this angsty look in his eyes, almost as if wishing they'd all drop dead, but of course none of them flinched like a regular person would.

"Ana, can you walk?" One from the back asked me, and I nodded my head as I wobbly walked over to them, my legs shaking from adrenaline and not an actual injury to the legs.

"Yes, I'm just fine." I answered back as I was hauled away from the man whom now was in all black to the very back, the wall on men protecting me.

"Now, Reaver," The leader began in a strong tone. "We don't know what sick obsession you have with Ana, but you're going to leave her be, understand?!" They yelled at Reaver whom began to grip his fists, everyone just pointing their guns at him.

I could tell that he felt extremely uncomfortable being the underdog here in this situation, but just as I thought he'd back down, he began to laugh.

"Fools," He uttered. "Just listen…The monsters are coming to feast." He said as he looked to the sky which was getting dull, and as he did, a low and demonic howl sounded out, making everyone gasp and look around desperately.

"How does it feel to be mauled by saber toothed Balverines?!" He announced in a loud tone as one of those monsters leaped down from a roof top, pinning a member down and attacking his throat.

As that man was attacked, my whole world slowed down at that point and I couldn't look away. Everyone else drew blades and began to attack the others which attacked our group, but as for me, my eyes were stuck on this one man whoms throat was no more. His face was becoming nothing more than a mess of red liquid as the huge beast ate all of his features away, his mangled corpse being the remains of a friend I once had.

I turned to the crowds of men and I too began to fight, picking up the sword from one of the fallen men as I began to swing at the creatures trying to murder them as fast as possible. There was 21 of us, and at least 13 of them, and due to their speed and agility, in a way, we were indeed outnumbered. I tried as hard as I could to fight them, swinging back and forth as if in a dance as I attacked the beasts at hand.

I couldn't concentrate on my team, but I wondered how many of them were actually dead, ground down to nothing more than pulp by the unforgiving claws of an animal such as a Balverine, especially those linked to Reaver. It was clear these animals were trained to kill and to kill with disfiguring force. The way they tore faces from bodies were truly terrifying and the way I had to weave in and out of harm's way was worse.

Then, I felt it.

I felt the claws of one of those wicked animals claw across my whole ribcage, the claws going so deep to the point where I shattered to the ground with a loud smack, a scream escaping my mouth as everything turned to black and white, the colour from my vision draining out as everything became blurry, the huge creatures approaching me.

As my dead loomed, I thought of everything I'd been through and everything I'd seen during my time. I thought of my friends, my family whom hated me and all of the dangerous and painful affairs I had found myself in whilst with my time with the gangs of Albion. I wondered if I would be missed or if no-one would remember the infamous 'Anastasia Wellstone, the aristocrat who went all wrong'.

Crawling back along the ground, my heartbeat ringing in my ears as the beast came for me, it came over me as I screamed out louder and louder in terror, the huge creature roaring at me, and I shut my eyes as I readied for my death, but then, there was the loud ringing sound of a gunshot, but not any gun, a high level 5 gun. As I reopened my eyes, the beast atop of me fell dead off to the side, and with a gasp I saw the very same Reaver standing there with his gun, his eyes wide as he looked almost desperate. He looked at me for a moment as the blood kept draining for me, and I fell to the floor more as he then pointed his gun to me after saving my life.

His finger rested on the trigger for a few moments, his face in thinking right before he put his hand out to me, and this more than anything made my heart beat fast. I could see he was talking, but I couldn't hear anything by this point and my ears were ringing loudly as if there had been an explosion right next to me. Yet still, he was offering me…his hand?

In fear for my own life and in my dazed state willing to try anything, I grasped a hold of his hand.

I knew at that moment, as I took his hand, every window in Hell smashed inwards. The seal had been broken.

He practically dragged me to my feet, scraping me from the floor with extreme force and power as he picked me up into his arms as shouting was sounding, but it was then, I passed out completely.

After reawakening, I was in a bed inside of a home I did not recognize, and I had to think that it was his infamous Millfields mansion, and as I looked over, there he was sitting in his chair.

"Have you brought me here to watch me die?" I asked in a weak tone to him as his head plucked around, a smile coming to his face as he saw me which made me swallow hard.

"I brought you here to reverse the Balverine attack. Do you wish to be a beast?" He asked me as he arose from his chair, coming over to the bed as I clenched my fist, just prepping for an attack just in case.

"You do know I've been trying to kill you; why did you help me? Are you mad?" I asked him I almost a hiss as he gave a chuckle.

"They saying getting alcohol poisoning one too many times can do horrible things to the brain," He grinned. "Besides, all the doors of the mansion are locked anyway!"

Friend or foe besides. I was trapped.