The next morning, Eire felt a bit strange. She stretched, to her surprise, almost languidly. Her muscles seemed to be in a good condition; considering what she dreamed last night. After eating, she fixed herself up and went outside. In a few minutes she was strolling down the park happily taking in the sun.
She turned at a corner and found herself sprawling on to the grass as she bumped into someone. Eire blinked and saw a hand beckoning in front of her. "I'm sorry. Are you alright?" a smooth male voice asked coolly. She took the hand and was propelled to her feet. "Yes, I'm okay. Sorry, I wasn't really looking." She replied, observing the stranger in front of her.
The stranger was young, probably her age. He had black wavy hair, a deep set of bright violet eyes, a cute upturned nose and a crooked grin plastered in his face. He looked quite the playboy. He tilted his head, looking amusedly at her.
He regarded her with a firm gaze. She looked really pretty. She looked blankly at him, feeling suspicious about his weird smile. She looked behind her then back again only to be met by a shocked expression.
She turned away from him when he saw it. The dark blue shape of a crescent moon marked on her neck. He couldn't help it; he swore loudly making her jump back in surprise.
"Where is he?!" his voice suddenly rang with disgust "Tell me!"
"What?!" Eire gasped, alarmed and confused. "The vampire who bit you!" he replied, gritting his teeth. She started to back away from him with a panicked look on her face. He narrowed his eyes at her, wondering why she looked so nervous. Without another word, the girl started to run away from him.
She ran away feeling confused. She thought of why she didn't just ask him what he was talking about. But before she could open her mouth, her legs started to run away from him in their own. She felt guilty from running away from him but her legs wouldn't stop.
Suddenly, someone grabbed her shoulder and flung her across a wall, turning her scream into racking coughs. She tried to run away again but was, instead, rammed back to the wall, crushing her breath out of her. "Tell me where he is." He growled, his hands pinning her arms to the wall. "I don't know what you're talking about!" her shoulders shook as she replied. She couldn't understand what he wanted but all she could think of was one name. 'Leo. Leo. Leo.' she chanted over and over again.
He let her go but before she could move a cold, sharp point slashed her cheek shallowly but deep enough to draw out blood. She brought her hand up to slap him but he was running out of patience for the vampire to come out so he threw her roughly across the street.
She didn't scream this time; instead she readied herself for the force of the impact. It didn't come. She felt arms close around from behind her, causing her flight to stop. "I'm here." A familiar voice whispered in her ear. The one who caught her put her gently down the ground. Her view slipped in and out of focus. She gulped as she felt warm blood pool in her mouth. She had bitten her tongue when the boy threw her again. Someone cupped her face and held it up. It was Leo.
"L-Leo! You're-" her words were cut off when a sharp pain stabbed her back. Leo stood and looked back at the dark-haired boy. Eire shivered, feeling Leo's seething anger that wasn't really directed at her.
"You're going to pay." Leo threatened in a dark tone that made her cringe.
"Don't play with me, you demon." The boy spat back "It's not like you really care for her." The filthy human now had a long sword together with his dagger. Anger surged through him when he saw that the dagger had a sliver of blood. Eire's blood. Beyond anger, he charged, immediately aiming for the hunter's throat. The boy braced himself and lunged forward to stab. The vampire changed his direction and jumped, aiming his fist at the hunter's face. He looked up and immediately dodged, narrowly avoiding his punch.
Eire watched their battle unfold, half confused and half concerned. Oddly though, she was concerned for the stranger, as if she knew he was the one who was in trouble. She coughed again, painfully, splattering warm fresh blood on her already soaked clothes.
Blindly, Leo stopped, Eire's scent hitting him like a bullet train, only ten times worse. He slammed his foot on the boy's chest and ran back to her, grimacing in restrain as he neared her.
"Eire." He whispered, swallowing convulsively at the thought of sinking his fangs into her again. "Don't worry; I'll get you to safety." He turned to the hunter and tried to tell him off, knowing what the consequence of opening his mouth will be. To his grudging relief, the boy glared but withdrew his weapons. He nodded and gathered Eire into his arms.