He knew it wasn't any of his business, but Felice was growing more concerned by the hour. He felt like if he didn't do something now, that woman might end up dead. His sister was lucky enough to be able to escape, but if Felice's suspicions were true, the woman he met only yesterday may not be as fortunate. It was almost seven o'clock at night and the sun had just about vanished in the horizon. Felice was on the ship, searching for any sign of that lady or her boyfriend. People were on the ship either having dinner, drinking or partying. No matter how much he searched, Felice couldn't find them. It shouldn't have been too hard to track. The boyfriend had these huge scarlet wings that were fairly detectable. Perhaps they returned to their bedroom early?

The wings lingered in Felice's mind. He looked back, having viewed them in the cruise mall and in Santorini. Had he seen those wings before from somewhere? Their size, shape and the specific shade of red had his memory clicking every few seconds.

Giving up on the public area, the man decided to look elsewhere on the ship. He exited the lounge and started walking on the path beside the ship. The sounds of the waves splashing below filled his ears as a cool breeze blew by him. He held the railing while walking on the dimly lit path. Santorini was still in the distance. They were still docked but the ship planned to leave early tomorrow morning for the next destination. Italy, his home country. He was eager to see his family again, especially his sister. She told him over the phone she was doing better. Her dating life has been put on hold, but she sounded mentally well and returning to what it once was.

Felice got to the back edge of the cruise ship, which faced Santorini. There was space back here, the only paths available being the one going around the ship and two staircases leading to hotel room halls. No one was around. No voices of other passengers could be heard. Just the waves as the atmosphere grew darker with every passing moment. It felt eerie.

Even more eerie when Felice suddenly felt a rush of fear in his back. Something told him to turn around as heat burned in the back of his head. He did so, almost shitting himself when seeing the large figure behind him.

A man stood there tall, black-gloves hands balled into fists and resting on his hips. He wore matching golden pants and a jacket, this black shirt with a yellow pattern underneath the coat. The yellow goggles could not hide the piercing glare of his golden eyes.

Felice's brain finally caught on. "Hawks?"

They returned early to the hotel room.

Everything was 'fine' until the run-in with Felice. Since then, Carissa could sense something very off with Hawks. He didn't look or sound as happy, and everything around him was making him frown everywhere as if searching for Felice. He even began glaring at any guy who glanced at her for longer than three seconds. Carissa wasn't stupid enough to not know his agitation was from Felice approaching her. But her previous level on uneasiness was returning.

"Do you want to go back to the ship?" Carissa had asked him. Hawks had agreed almost immediately and quickly took her back.

But even when they got back, Hawks's attitude was still off. He wouldn't leave Carissa's side. She wanted to change out of her dress and put on some more comfortable clothes, but the winged man would not leave the bedroom. And when she tried to change rooms, he followed her. His eyes were always on her, too. Either directly on her or looking in her direction.

Until he finally decided to go out.

After they had eaten dinner, Carissa had been washing dishes when Hawks randomly walked to the front door. Not only that, but he was fully dressed in his hero attire.

"A-Are you going somewhere?" Carissa had asked, not sure why he was leaving.

Hawks smiled normally, flashing her what appeared to be a casual expression. "I have to take care of something. I'll be back soon."

Though he hadn't been gone for that long, Carissa wondered what Hawks would have to care of outside the hotel at this hour. It could've been his job. Did he hear something? Did he sense someone in need of saving? Maybe he had a private phone call he had to take and didn't want to risk Carissa blowing his cover?

A bad feeling started brewing in Carissa's stomach. She didn't know why he left, but she knew deep down none of those were the reasons.

Carissa stared at the front door for a while, standing there as if waiting for something to happen. For the door to open. For Hawks to come through the door. Like she actually…missed Hawks.

Carissa rapidly shook her head. No. She didn't miss Hawks. She was just…concerned.

Trying to think back on how Hawks was behaving before he left, it occurred to her she never heard the other side of the door get locked. A quick breath entered her lungs, glancing at the door handle. She cautiously approached it, reaching over before pausing. There were no feathers near the door, assuming there weren't any outside. But this was taking a big chance. If she were to leave the room, Carissa would have to get help as soon as possible. She could not fail again.

Carissa held her breath…and turned the door knob.

It opened. He forgot to lock the door?

She still held air in as she opened the door and peeked outside. No sign of Hawks or any feathers in the stairway.

After some thought, an "F-it" moment came over her and she hurried down the stairs. Looking in all directions when reaching the stairs, Carissa made her way in the direction of where the cruise exit was. It wasn't too late. She could probably make it off the ship and get help on land. Carissa just hoped she wouldn't run into him. But remembering Hawks could hear anything, she slowed herself and walked at a normal pace. He could be anywhere and she didn't want to expose herself.

The exit was at the back of the cruise ship. As she got closer and closer, the started hearing unusual noises close by. It sounded like people were having an argument, but Carissa stopped when she heard a 'thud' followed by a loud metallic sound.

"What the hell, man?!"

Carissa's eyes widened at the familiar masculine voice. Felice?

"Son of a-AAHCK!"

A slicing noise cut through the air as the voice spoke. Frowning, Carissa went over to the noise behind the corner of the ship. Peeking around to see what was happening, the woman's eyes widened in horror.

In the dim lighting, Felice was on his back while hunched over the railing of the ship. Feathers surrounded his body, all of their tips stabbing the man's skin and causing blood to flow out in thin streams. One of Hawks's swords, the ones he showed her the other day in that store…its tip was deeply stabbed in the man's side. Hawks towered over the man's body, his face only partially in her view but showing this look of malice. A shade of red layering his yellow eyes.

Carissa could not contain the scream rising in her throat. It echoed in the night as she bolted in the other direction. Doors behind her opened, people coming out of their rooms to see what the commotion was. She almost got hit by a few of them while running. Passengers asked what was wrong to her as she ran away. Making it to the middle of the ship, she decided to cut through the lounge to get to the exit. Panicking, she was able to slow her pace and whizz her way by clueless people. Making it to the other side, she searched for a way out and soon found another opening, getting outside once more. Seeing the cruise exit to the left, the woman made her way toward it and down the ramp as a few passengers were coming on.

Her mind was scrambling. She could not think straight. Her brain had trouble processing what was just witnessed. Fear rose in her as she got to the dock. All she could think of doing was running and hiding.

Carissa made it back into Santorini. Ironically a few more people were around than earlier today. She soon realized it was because people were at bars and partying. She took this chance to temporarily blend in with the crowd until she could find a place to hide. Those who passed watched her, curious of the distressed woman. Seeing this, she knew she had to conceal her fear. Showing it would only draw attention.

The birdman soared through the night sky of Santorini, angry eyes scanning the area for any sign of his girlfriend. Looks like he was right to wear his 'costume'. Hawks chose to deal with the first problem in his hero attire in case anyone witnessed him taking care of it. He meant to originally kill that bastard who kept getting close to his honey bird. But he wasn't counting on Carissa getting out of the room and seeing him handle it. Hawks felt like a fool for forgetting to lock the hotel room or leave some feathers at the very least. But Carissa was an even bigger fool to leave the room in the first place.

Due to people coming out of their own rooms, Hawks was forced to drop the bastard into the ocean before he could finish him off. Surely that attempted girlfriend-thief would not remember the encounter if he survived, and even if he did, no one would believe his word over a well-known hero's. But now he had to hunt for his songbird who fled into Santorini. The winged hero had let go of Carissa's first escape attempt last time. He figured that since she was just placed in a new environment, her mind wasn't set in the right place. So he let her get away with that so she could get used to her new routine. But this time, he would punish her. Hawks was not going to kill her father. He needed some form of leverage to keep her in check. But he would have to do something that would convince her not to run off again. It was a real shame cause this would sour the time they spent together here.

Hawks landed on the roof of a cupola not far from a large group of euphoric people, having spotted something familiar within the crowd. People were out partying, but that didn't wear down his ability to see the beautiful birdie making her way through the crowd. She was getting closer to the outskirts of the group, heading toward a less populated section of the city. Maybe she was intending to hide away in a place where no one would notice her. That's what he preferred. Hawks wanted to draw as less attention as possible. If people were to see him restraining a screaming woman, so be it. He will just play it off as arresting a criminal working with a villain group. But getting her alone was the better option.

Carissa was trying her very best not to lose herself while going through the crowds. Her panic felt like a balloon in her chest surrounded by needles. It could pop at any moment. It was all too much for her. She needed a place to herself. One where there was no one around and she could calm down. The cruise ship was supposed to leave late tonight. She could only hope Hawks would assume she was still on the ship by the time it left. But Carissa would have to find a good place to hide in the meantime. There were plenty of little spots to hide in, but she needed to go to one they hadn't visited.

She escaped the crowds and headed down an empty path, completely unaware of the predator flying overhead.

Though Santorini was lit up at night, this particular path was not lit up like the rest. Maybe it was an abandoned block? Either way, this would be perfect for hiding. Though Carissa got an uneasy feeling. It was very dark. Anyone like villains and criminals could be lurking in here. Maybe it was not a good idea to go someplace secluded. Maybe staying in the public would be better. Carissa could just lay low until dawn.

However, before she could even turn around, a familiar figure came into her view even in the darkness. Her blood ran cold and eyes widened at the red feather levitating there, eerily staying in place and not moving a millimeter. It pointed in her direction, and before she could do anything else, it came forward and bent, roughly pushing itself into her shoulder. Carissa lost her footing as she was shoved to the ground. She loses herself, her fingers swiping crazily at the feather and pushing it away. She scurried to her feet and took off down a random direction, already sweating in fear.

Only for a familiar humanoid form with large wings to suddenly block her path. His face showed clearly showed how angry he was. Carissa screamed in terror as she tried to run past him, but he swiftly caught her in his arms, instantly holding her tightly. His strong grip was forcing the air out of her. Cries of fear tore from her lungs as she shook her head.

"No, please…!"

Gloved fingers slid into her hair, seemingly about to cup her head but end up balling the strands into his fist, roughly gripping her. Carissa squeaked in pain, feeling an arm wrap around her waist. Wings flapped before they took off into the sky. However, instead of holding onto him, Carissa struggled to get out of his grip. Crying for him to just let her go. The sight of what he did to Mr. Marino was flashing in her mind. But her struggling only Hawks madder, who gripped her even tighter to the point where his fingertips were digging into her body.

They flew to the ship. Hawks didn't use the front door to get in. Instead, he burst into the bedroom windows and dropped the woman to the floor.

Carissa fell to the floor with a thud and light grunt. Her face was stained with tears, showing it to Hawks as she jerked her attention to him. She shriveled at the sight of his angered expression, his bushy eyebrows tightly furrowed and his nose crinkled up. The corner of his mouth was quirked up, showing his tightly gritting teeth as if he were about to snarl. Those yellow eyes of his stabbing into her soul. He towered over her, his wings quickly spreading apart and puffing up to increase his appearance. A few feathers slammed the windows shut and locked them.

Adrenaline kicked in as Carissa scrambled to her feet. Hawks roughly grabbed her dress strap and yanked her backward. Carissa felt her back land on the bed, bringing her to the reality of what was about to go down. A painful tingling throbbed between her legs. The nightmares she experienced flashed in her head.

No…no! Not that!

Carissa climbed off the bed in an escape attempt, but felt Hawks's gloved hand comb through her hair and roughly grip her hair again, mercilessly throwing her back onto the bed. Hawks threw himself on top of her before she could remove herself. Carissa went nuts, kicking and clawing at the man above her to get him off. A hoarse choke upchucked from her mouth when a gloved hand launched into her throat, holding it against the mattress.

Hawks held her down by the neck with one hand while reaching down to unbuckle his belt. The back of his mind was trying to tell him to calm down. That he shouldn't do this, but his anger and lust were overpowering him. He was sick of her stubbornness.

Carissa's hands went for the arm holding her down, trying to desperately yank it off. Hawks responded by shoving his knee in between her legs, resulting in an uncomfortable cry from the frightened woman as he deeply rubbed it against her. Him having his belt undone and undoing his pants is what made Carissa really fight. She went for his face and chest, twisting and turning while trying to escape his grip. More tears were coming down, screaming out for anyone to come and save her. The hand around her throat tightened to silence her, working to some degree. The fabric of her underwear was pulled on and eventually ripped off, exposing her below.

Carissa didn't want this to happen. It couldn't happen. Where were the heroes? Why wasn't anyone coming to save her? She wanted to be in Seattle. She wanted to go home. She wanted her daddy.

A narrow, yet violent pain shot in between her legs, and the loudest scream she ever produced filled the room.

It was like a switched flipped. Hawks suddenly froze. He blinked and a small gasp inhaled into his slightly parted lips. His mind went blank for a moment, the only other thing he could process was the tight squeezing of his member. All of his anger suddenly just evaporated, like it had never been there. Eventually his eyes and ears processed Carissa's small cries and her face twisted in raw agony. Her cheeks very red from the unwanted intrusion. Very thick tears screaming down her cheeks from her closed eyes as she cried and squirmed beneath him. Hawks blinked again, and again. His own tears started forming when he realized how much he hurt his girlfriend.

"O-Oh, sweet bird…I'm sorry." Hawks choked. He leaned down, pressing shaky kisses against her forehead before gently resting his forehead against hers. His heart throbbed, hearing her little cries. He didn't move, waiting for her to adjust to him.

Even with all the pain, Carissa was bewildered. Did he just apologize? Was he finally realizing what he was doing? Hope glimmered within until she realized he hadn't removed himself from her. His hand was no longer on her throat. Carissa lifted her hands up and tried to push the winged man off. Hawks pulled back and shook his head.

"Songbird, don't move." Hawks said. His hands grabbed her wrists and held them down on either side of her head, against the pillow. "You'll hurt yourself."

Carissa tried to struggle, especially when Hawks nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck. But the pain in her abdomen didn't let her do much. After some time, there was a sudden, gentle push into her. Carissa cried in pain, and another little push made her repeat.

Hawks hummed against her neck and started gently thrusting into a rhythm. The woman beneath him tried to protest but words became cries, which eventually turned into moans as pain became pleasure.

It hurt at first and Carissa shook her head, the pain of him pushing himself into her repeatedly sending hurtful waves through her. But the pain soon went away and this blissful sensation took over. She tried not to let out any indication of how good it felt, but the birdman's movements adjusted to a point where she couldn't hold it in anymore. Her moans filled his ears, causing him to hum and plant kisses against her soft skin.

"T-That's it…there you go." Hawks praised in Carissa's ear, continuing to thrust. His songbird was a virgin, he could easily tell. Her major tightness and lack of movements showed she was new to this. Hawks could not say the same. He'd dated a few girls and lost his virginity to the second one a few years back.

Carissa couldn't do much. Her mind was going blank and Hawks was too strong. If she tried to lift her wrists up, he would apply pressure and keep them held down against the pillows.

"…Good bird…good bird…" Hawks muttered breathlessly.

Carissa felt something building up within her as the pleasure increased. Her moans became louder and quicker as Hawks upped his pace. The hard fullness repeatedly pumping inside was knocking the air out of her. Her bare legs rested over his clothed hips. After another minute of increased thrusting, Carissa moaned loudly as a burst of bliss released within her. She panted, her breath blowing against Hawks's hair strands. It became very wet down there as Hawks gave few final and heavy thrusts, his grip on her wrists tightening. A hot liquid jetted into her, filling her up.

They sweated and panted, Hawks finally pulling himself out of her. He landed on his side, releasing her wrists but immediately wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his chest. Carissa wanted to push away. To cry. To do something. But she felt so tired. Her face was burning, tears drying in her cheeks. She sniffled against him, her middle throbbing from what just occurred. Not long after, her eyes became droopy and she succumbed to sleep.