Finding Harmony Amongst Supernaturals

2.2

Eve’s POV:

"What are you waiting for?" I finally managed to say. My voice was not as strong as usual. I am surprised that I even managed to get the words out. All of the laughing came to a sudden halt. They all just stood there staring at me emotionlessly. No smile, no frown...nothing. Torin took a step forward, now blocking the woman from my view. I did not move. What were they going to do to me? Whatever it was, I just wished they would get on with it. This standing here in fear was quickly growing old. My nerves could not handle it. Would I fare better with just trying to run again and fighting them off if they tried to stop me?

"What do you think we are?" Torin asks, taking, yet again, another step towards me. His question caught me off guard. What did he mean? Is he mad that I had practically tried to play them like a fool by attempting to act oblivious about some of what had gone on with that woman? This whole situation is confusing and nerve wrecking. I shrugged my shoulders and looked down. I could bare Torin's hard glare no longer. Gone was the image of the celebrity I once thought that I somewhat knew. He now, although yes, is still striking in his looks, is making me feel the most intimidated that I have ever felt. I'm finding it hard not to cower being in all of their presence. I heard someone take a few steps forward, coming to Torin’s side. My muscles tense at hearing the movement of someone else coming closer to me. I was unsure of who it was until I heard a deep, raspy voice which confirmed his identity.

"You have a voice love, use it." I peered up to meet the two green eyes which belonged to the man with the raspy voice that gave me shivers, Enzo. His face did not hold the same hard glare that Torin's did. Although the look he was giving me did not seem angry, his eyes were still gazing at me with an intensity that I did not understand. I could not hold his stare long and found myself looking down once again. I was not able to handle both of their eyes piercing through my soul..

With everything that is happening, I am still apprehensive. Yet, I could not deny the butterflies I felt in my stomach with Enzo near me. What is wrong with me? Why am I feeling this weird sensation of warmth and comfort spreading all over me? I must be insane to be feeling such a thing in a moment like this. This is clearly not the time to be getting excited that a celebrity is next to me, especially if the celebrity could potentially be someone who harmed an innocent woman.

“I don’t know.” I answered finally. There is so much going on in my mind right now. Everything is overwhelming me. I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself. I have to think rationally. If I psych myself out, I risk the chance of making a fatal mistake. I need to try and figure out how to best handle this situation, and be prepared to fight if need be. I know that I signed up for self defense classes in case situations like this were to ever happen, but I will tell you, standing here, realizing that I may actually have to test how well those classes really payed off is, in fact, an unnerving feeling.

“But you have some sort of idea surely.” Torin says. I am not even looking at him, yet I can feel his burning gaze on me. He is giving me an unsettling feeling. I peer up at him and my eyes can't help but to notice the crimson smudges on the corners of his mouth. I shiver at the reminder of the the three men latched on to that woman. Why would they do such a thing? Nothing that they have ever done before has led me to believe that they would partake in such a lifestyle. Then again, I suppose this would be the kind of thing that you want to keep from becoming public knowledge. Why would they even want to do such a thing? What are the benefits of drinking blood? Dark thoughts go through my mind of rumors spread about celebrities making sacrifices or partaking in the consumption of blood in rituals in order to exceed their fame. I hope they are not actually in some sort of cult. My heart rate starts to speed up.

I hear Quinton's voice from behind me. “What do we do with her now? She’s clearly seen too much.” His words did not help my racing pulse.

"We can't just leave her here." Dean replies lowly.

"Then we’ll take her with us." Enzo quickly replies. My stomach does small flips at the sound of his voice, which completely throws me off. I should not be getting this excited to hear a person’s voice, especially not in this predicament. I mean, seriously, what was wrong with me? Oddly, my body's reactions to Enzo is what is throwing me off the most about this whole situation. I almost get a feeling of giddiness whenever he speaks. Is it just because he is one of my favorite celebrities? I don't seem to have the same reaction whenever any of the other four have spoken. I swear I have had good survival skills up until this very moment.

Before I had time to fully grasp what was going on, Enzo scooped me into his arms. He moved so quickly that he caught me completely by surprise. A gasp escapes my mouth. Where his fingers make contact with the skin on my arm I not only notice his cool temperature, but also the fact that there is a blissful sensation that seems to be radiating from his fingertips into my arm then spreading throughout my body. It is electrifying. I thought that I was feeling something when he spoke, looked at, or stood by me, but this is far more intense now that we are touching. I took a sharp intake of breath. Never in my life have I felt anything that compares to this feeling. What is going on? Enzo looks down at me and his eyes slightly widen. He then peered at where his body is touching mine, which was where the tingling started. Did he feel something too? Is this not just in my head? His eyes met mine again. I feel a bit intoxicated by him.

"Are you insane dude? She'll see where we're staying!" Torin huffed, pulling me out of my thoughts. Why were my survival skills suddenly seeming to not work? Here I am, forgetting that I am trying to escape just because I am distracted by the feeling that I get while being in Enzo’s arms. I am not willing to allow them the chance to harm or potentially kill me just because I have a slight crush on one of the members. I need to figure a way out of this now. SNAP. OUT. OF. IT. EVE.

"Who is she gonna tell? She's with us now." Enzo tells them. He pulls me closer to his chest, holding me tighter but not enough to hurt me. Ugh, there go more of those dang sparks spreading throughout my body. I could feel his defined muscles through his shirt. I would be more impressed if it was not for the situation that I am currently in.

All of the guys were glancing back and forth at one another. I could not tell what emotions they were feeling, but they were giving intense looks. I looked back down at my hands that were shaking slightly due to how stressed and confussed I am feeling. Enzo’s thumb started to slowly move up and down my arm. Strangely enough, it instantly gave a calming effect. At this point, I am highly concerned about my body reacting in such a way to a person I have never met before.

I felt some cold wind on my face and looked up to see we were beside the car that the girls and I had seen the band drive here. The girls. I had momentarily forgotten Victoria and Jasmine were here as well. Maybe if I yelled for help they would hear me and come to my rescue? Then again..they might just end up getting hurt. Could I risk bringing them into this bad situation? It is horrible enough that I am in it. I do not want them to be harmed because of me.

"H-how d-did we get h-here so f-fast?" I stuttered after almost every word. We were deep in the alley only a matter of seconds ago. How is it possible that we are now here at their vehicle? Am I losing my mind? Enzo smiled down at me.

"Super speed." Enzo answered casually, as if it were not a big deal. Had I not just witnessed it, I would not have believed it. How was it possible though? Perhaps the..sacrifices give them special abilities? This is far too sinister for my comfort level. It is past time for me to make my escape. At the moment, I am still wrapped up tightly in Enzo’s arms. A small part of me does not want to leave his embrace, but I have decided that that part of me is to be ignored. I am definitely not trusting these strange, albeit delightful, feelings that Enzo is giving me. I just need to focus on making it out of this alive.

“Please put me down.” I say lowly. This time I managed to speak without stuttering. Enzo looks down at me again. He is hesitant, but ultimately he places me gently on my feet. I notice that the other guys were not here. It is just me and Enzo standing by the vehicle. He is eyeing me, watching my movement. Is he expecting me to try to run away? I cannot tell what is going on in his mind. I guess it does not really matter. I have more important things to ponder.

This is probably going to be my best opportunity at escaping. I have a better chance at overpowering one man as opposed to waiting and trying to face all five at once. What if I am unable to overpower Enzo? I am thinking about this too deeply and I do not have the time. They could all appear at any given moment. Now is not the time to doubt myself.

Without giving it a second thought I kick Enzo as hard as I can in his knee cap. He groans in pain. My right fist makes contact with the side of his face. My hand instantly throbs due to hitting his hard jaw. This is my first time punching someone. I had no idea how painful it could be. However, I have no time to address the new aching sensation in my knuckles. I then grab the back of his head and shove his face into my knee causing him to fall over.

I take this moment to run as fast and far as I possibly can. If I just make it to our van, then maybe I can lock myself in there until the girls come, or I can call for help. I am mentally kicking myself for accidentally leaving my phone in the back seat. I feel relief as my hands touch the handle of the vehicle. The relief is short lived as I am abruptly spun around and backed against the van. Enzo’s arms are next to either side of my body, trapping me from escaping. I am met by angry green eyes.