Hello lovelies! I'd like to shout out to some people who left reviews on the story, thank you so much! *kiss kiss* thank you again! Again it means the world to me so in honor of that, I got a little inspiration to give you guys a new chapter.
After work with a quick shoo of his sleeve, Under let Layla clock out and waved her a goodbye before she left through the doors to head home. The streets were dead silent due to the late hours with families tucked in their houses by the fireplaces due to the cold from the winter breeze, no lights to shine through the windows of houses and the fact that another serial killer was on the loose.
That little fact didn't seem to dampen Layla's ever happy mood even though she knew exactly what the serial killer was capable of. Rather, she just kept strolling through the streets of London to get to her little pink town house, just stopping at a tiny shop that opened late to pick up a bag of biscuits and sweets for tomorrow to bring to the parlor and share with Under. He never did eat the muffins so she thought she could fancy him in a chocolate chip cookie and if not, maybe a snickerdoodle would do the trick. Or maybe a shortbread biscuit.
"Poor Under," Layla shook her head. She looked down to examine the plain brown bag filled with the biscuit she had just bought. "He never eats, no wonder why he is such a skinny thing."
She turned into an alleyway, a short cut to take to her home. She looked up to a strange image of a shadow lit up by the light of the moon.
Or rather, two shadows: a man and a woman
To Layla, the shadows seemed like two lovers dancing in the moonlight. The male tipping his partner down to stare into her eyes, to show his love through emotions when words could not express. Layla slowly crept her way closely to shadows, her brows scrunching in confusion. The people of London should have been tucked in bed. It was nearly midnight when she left the parlor and to add to it, no one was sane enough to dance in the moonlight at that hour, even if they were lovesick lovers; there was a murderer to be considered.
It was all over the papers about the serial killer being taking women and drinking their blood in one sitting and clearly one of the shadows had a silhouette of a woman, Layla was certain.
Layla raised her hand towards the couple when her eyes finally adjusted and had a proper look at the so thought dancing duo.
Rather than staring into his lover's eyes, the man looked down at the woman's limp body with a crazed hungry eyes, eyes that shimmered a scarlet hue. It contrasted to his pearly glass skin, so transparent that his veins were visible. The woman's stare, unlike the man was void of life. Her skin had the color of sickly grey and her body remained like a broken doll in his arms. There was a single bite mark on her neck still fresh and dripping with scarlet.
Layla felt the bag of cookies slip from her grasp and quickly clasped her hands to her lips to hold back a fearful whimper.
The man had killed the woman. Drank her blood like a mosquito but instead of leaving her alive, he left like an empty carcass.
Oh god, Layla thought. This man was Dracula. The killer who snatched women up in the dead of night and killed them. Drank his fill of their blood.
The man- no, monster snapped his red gaze towards Layla and immediately snarled, dropping the woman and advanced towards her, his gaze fixed on Layla's throat.
Layla swallowed a scream before turning and making a run towards the open street, to get away from the monster. She needed to get away, away from the monster before she was his next victim but before she could, she felt a strong grip sink into her hair and yank her back into a hard chest.
Layla screamed and thrashed like a wild cat to get away from him but he held her in a vice grip, snarling into her ear and hissing vile, murderous things.
"Delicious," He hissed. A forked tongue slipped out from between his lips and dragged a long line down the side of her neck. Layla repressed a shudder of disgust. "Now be quiet," he snapped. "Before a tear your pretty little throat."
Layla immediately clamped her mouth and looked around frantically. She had screamed but no one came to save her. No one looked out of their windows or turned on their lights.
She was alone with a monster.
"Please," Layla whimpered.
"Do beg," Dracula murmured. "It brings me pleasure when they be-" his words were cut off with a pained groan.
"Please, let the lady go," a familiar dark and masculine spoke from behind them.
"Erik Gordon," a childish voice said in the same direction. "Also known as the killer, Dracula, by order of the Queen, you are under arrest for the murder of 25 girls and women."
Dracula- rather Erik snarled in vengeance and quickly turned to face the duo, snapping one of his hands to rip the- was that silverware? - from his neck, keeping his grip firmly around Layla.
"Honestly," Ciel clicked his tongue and tapped his cane twice on the ground. "Why must they always be so hard to catch."
Sebastian stood tall next to his master, a hand clasp to his chest and another behind his back. "Forgive us, miss," he said. "I shall free you in just a moment's time. Please be patient."
Layla swallowed thickly and gave a quick jerk of her head in acknowledgement. At that point, Layla did not care what happened as long as she got out of that situation alive.
Ciel tilted his gaze back towards the moon and rolled his head around his shoulders. "This is an order, Sebastian," he clicked his cane down again. "Rescue the girl and bring me Erik Gordon, dead or alive, I do not care."
A smile slowly spread itself across the butler's lips. "Of course, my lord," he bowed. "Please close your eyes, young miss. I'd rather not defile your innocence."
Erik gripped her hair and snapped her head to the side with a quick flick. "Move and I kill her," he snapped. "Try it!"
Layla squeezed her eyes in fear. She didn't want to die. She didn't want to die. She didn't want to die!
"You can open your eyes now, miss," Sebastian whispered in her ear from behind. Layla snapped her eyes open and whirled to face the black butler. "What," she started. She looked down at her feet to find Erik, facedown on the ground with a pair of silver forks stuck to the back of his head. Layla felt her brows furrow in confusion and turned her head up to look at Sebastian kindly, smiling face. "How did you do that?" she asked.
Sebastian bowed. "I am one hell of a butler, miss."
No butler could have done that. She had just closed her eyes for a few seconds, no human could have taken a man down within that span of time, there were no possibilities.
Layla swallowed and studied the butler and turned to look at the child that Sebastian Michaelis called his master.
No wonder Under had told her to stay away from the pair. It was absolutely impossible that they were normal citizens of London.
Or of this world for the matter.
Until next time, lovelies!