A Pact Written In Blood
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Eduardo stood there silent, composed ,ripping his knife free and letting the body fall like trash.
His voice was controlled. Deadly soft.
“Stay.”
He wasn’t talking to Averr.
He was talking to them.
One charged.
Big mistake.
Eduardo sidestepped and buried his knife into the man’s rib. Twisted. Pulled upward.
Blood sprayed like a fountain.
Another ran at him with a crowbar. Eduardo caught it with one hand and yanked him forward, slamming a knee into his face.
Skull cracked against metal.
The man slumped.
Still breathing.
Eduardo corrected that by driving the crowbar through his throat.
The last conscious attacker —still holding Averr trembled.
He loosened his grip. Slowly. Carefully.
Eduardo’s eyes met his.
“Let her go.”
The man obeyed instantly.
Averr stepped forward breath steady.
Eduardo didn’t take his eyes off the last man.
“You laid hands on her.”
The man shook violently. “I...I...didn’t know...”
Eduardo tilted his head slightly.
“You won’t get the chance to regret it.”
Then he grabbed the man’s jaw with both hands… and snapped his neck.
CRACK.
Silence.
The last body hit the floor.
Blood pooled around Averr’s shoes.
She didn’t flinch. Not once.
Eduardo finally looked at her.
Face splattered. Knuckles dripping. Chest heaving only slightly.
He had killed five men in under thirty seconds.
Not a single one was left breathing.
“Are you hurt?”
His voice was low. Controlled. As if he hadn’t just painted the floor with their insides.
Averr looked at him.
Truly looked.
Not with fear.
Not with shock.
Something else.
A calmness. A silent recognition.
As if she knew, somewhere in her soul,this darkness was meant for her.
She didn’t step back.
Not from the corpses.
Not from him.
Her chest rose and fell steadily, as if her body already knew this kind of violence. As if she had simply been waiting for someone else to match it.
Eduardo wiped a splatter of blood from his cheek with the back of his hand eyes never leaving her.
They didn’t speak for a long while.
Finally, Averr tilted her head slightly, voice calm.
“You followed me.”
It wasn’t a question.
Eduardo answered just as calmly.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
A slow pause.
“Because the world doesn’t deserve to touch you.”
Her eyes narrowed studying him. Judging him. Deciding whether he was savior… or threat.
“And what do you deserve?” she asked.
His answer came without hesitation.
“To ruin everyone who ever hurt you.”
Her lips parted just slightly. Not in shock but in realization.
He meant it.
Truly meant it.
She glanced at the c*****e ,at the blood drying around them like a ritual marking.
"You killed them… for me."
Eduardo took a small step forward slow enough to offer her the chance to stop him.
She didn’t.
His voice was softer now. Darker.
“No.”
“I killed them because they touched what's mine.”
The words echoed between them, heavy as thunder.
Averr’s eyes darkened — not with submission.
With warning.
She took a single step toward him, closing the distance until only a breath separated them.
Her voice came quiet… but sharp enough to cut flesh.
“I am not yours.”
The silence that followed was molten.
Eduardo stilled as if her refusal struck deeper than any blade could. Then…
Slowly…
He smiled.
Not kindly.
Not mockingly.
Darkly.
Like a beast pleased to finally find something worthy of baring its teeth for.
He didn’t move closer. Didn’t touch her. Didn’t force dominance the way lesser men would.
He simply held her gaze unwavering, reverent, thrilled.
“Not yet,” he murmured.
That response pulled heat through her veins unexpectedly — not romantic, not soft.
Dangerous.
He looked down briefly at the corpses scattered around them.
“We should leave. More will come.”
She didn’t reply immediately.
Her eyes flicked to the blood beneath their feet… then back to him.
“Who are you?” she asked at last.
Eduardo’s gaze softened ,just for a moment and something like longing flickering beneath the restraint.
“Someone who saw you long before tonight.”
The silence between them fractured.
Not by words.
But by distant sirens.
They wailed faintly at first then grew louder. Closer.
Averr's eyes flicked toward the warehouse entrance. Eduardo’s head tilted slightly, assessing distance, timing, escape routes.
He didn’t panic.
He didn’t even tense.
He simply turned his gaze back to her.
“Choose what?”
He gestured toward the open exit bathed in moonlight and toward the bodies at their feet.
“Do you want to run alone?”
“Or walk away with me?”
She didn’t hesitate long.
Her voice was steel.
“Walk. Not follow.”
A slow grin pulled at his lips.
“Then walk with me, Averr Lysandre.”
The sound of her new name on his tongue sent a heat through her chest ,dangerous and unfamiliar.
But she moved.
And he moved with her.
Not leading.
Not chasing.
Beside her.
They slipped through the back exit of the warehouse shadows merging into shadows.
The sirens screeched closer. Blue and red lights painted the distant walls.
Averr walked quick, deliberate steps across gravel and asphalt. Eduardo matched her stride like he had been made to walk at her pace.
Not a word passed between them until they reached the alley behind the warehouse — where an idling car waited, black and sleek.
She stopped.
He opened the passenger door.
She narrowed her eyes.
“I didn’t say I trusted you.”
Eduardo leaned against the door casually.
“You don’t have to trust me.”
“You only have to accept that I will kill anyone who tries to hurt you.”
Her pulse kicked.
Her voice came low.
“And if you try to hurt me?”
Eduardo’s eyes darkened with something dangerous…
“Then I’ll expect you to kill me too.”
The night held its breath.
Then…
Slowly…
She got into the car.
Eduardo closed the door behind her — not in victory, not in conquest…
But in silent vow.
He rounded the car and slid into the driver’s seat.
Without looking at her, he spoke.
“This world took everything from you.”
His hands gripped the wheel.
“I will help you take everything back.”
The engine growled.
The car rolled into the night.
Not as rescuer and rescued.
But as warriors bound by ruin.
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