At The Mercy Of Evil

Chapter Nine (Zyan)

She's so close to me, just open the door of this car and take a few steps that I can touch her. But as impossible as it may seem to be, never a few meters seemed to me an endless immensity. My body wants it while it can't move. My sense of smell aims to smell you, but my brain is so commendable in having her vision that it simply stop scoffing at any measly function. The only thing he continues to do is dictate to his heart beating, but even in this he misses, because the pace at which he contractis is accelerated.

I have the ideal prey in front of me, I calculate all his steps, I observe every detail of his body, as he reacts to me, to his hunter, to his owner. His blue eyes bulged and mesmerized with my presence. She barely breathes, a reaction that her body has to warn in a primitive way when spotting danger. But she doesn't run, she's delighted with the slightest possibility of threat, her body can tell her to run, but something in her makes her stay. Danger has attracted innocence. The devil seduces the angel.

So close. One movement and innocence will be in my hands.

My vision glides all over her body noting that she's thinner than the first time I saw her. I look more deeply and observe his downed face, the purplish dark circles beneath his eyes, his dirty clothes and his hair. There's something wrong with her. I look into your eyes wanting to find what's in front of me. Her eyes scream for help and for something more that I will never be able to give her: Love, for evil will never have the ability to feel something so pure. But that doesn't mean I can't introduce my world to her. Hate is the inverse of love and they can share the same place. I can make her hate me at the same level of wanting me, of wanting to leave me and never make it. Of wanting to die and having to live beside me.

That's what I am, chaos, that kills everything you touch and takes everything for you. And its interior knows it and yet see the beauty of this phenomenon.

She wants to be contaminated! I'm looking forward to claiming it.

The knot dislikes, the animal in me marks it as yours. I assure you so I don't scare her away with my sudden movements. The hunt can't realize she's the prey. I can't let her slip out of my claws again. With this thought I shake my hands on the steering wheel, repeating the words in my head: calm, unhurried, patience... When I take my hand off the steering wheel to carry up to the lever that opens the door, without letting my eyes out of it, she wakes up from the trance and in the blink of an eye I stop having her attention, and leaving me like a fool she runs away. Already at a distance from me she smiles from danger and then disappears, but this time I will not facilitate, I will track her steps until I find her.

Don't run away, angel. You're my property.

Without her vision, I blame myself. I'm not a patient person at all, because the hell I tried to be today, I think. Just get out of the car and she'd be mine by now. !... I put the car in motion, back and down to the opposite direction indicated, and so I can get into the street that it disappeared from my sight. I turn on the lighthouse to illuminate the whole place where I pass slowly, without letting a lousy corner, alley or corner pass. If it's been about twenty minutes and I haven't found it yet, yet I'm determined, I'm not easily giving up, in fact I don't give up, because if I want something, I'll go after it, regardless of breaking some rules. Nothing in this world can stop me, not least because all my money can buy... I'm still on the move even if it's thirty minutes past the moment I saw her. I need to find her, something about me says I need to do this, it's like she's crying out for me at the same time my body calls for her. It's quite strange, but something in my thoughts said, Find her... Mason, find her... Take what's yours. And those words motivated me even more, increasing the possessive being in me.

When I walk into a deserted street, apparently with no sign of any human presence, I hear a female voice in the distance, she was desperate, screaming for help. My instincts automatically tell me to go to the voice, help her, and I do. Not to splunt, I still stop my car with the key in the ignition and walk out towards the distressing voice. f**k it all! f**k i can get robbed! I have enough money to buy buy another or as many as I want! I just want to go to the voice. She calls me. She wants me. She needs me!... When I get to a certain point on the street, a few feet from where I left my car, I see the scene that rises all bad in me. My eagerto kill and the eagerto torture while I enjoy the dark red blood dripping everywhere. In front of me is a bastard who wants to take for himself what's mine and who still calls his own. Inside I give a bitter laugh that activates my fury that dominates me and I leave up to the unfortunate punching her face to his unconsciousness, making it clear that she is mine and whoever claims it only needs to pass through one obstacle: Zyan Lamart.

With the inertia of defense actions or any other kind of wretched, I rise feeling the pleasure spreading through my body, it is so satisfying to see the blood on my bruised fists. Pain releases endorphins making me feel really good. I look at her as if she were my prize for my new work of art: the disfigured face of the man lying on the ground. My toy that will please me after saving her. That way I walk to her to get what belongs to me, and when I'm a few inches away from taking it for me, she runs away. And for a brief moment I like it, the difficulty makes it all the more exciting. I give a smile of fun, from whom will catch the prey and play a lot with it before devouring.

"Flee from me as long as you can, for as soon as I have you in the hands of me, angel. Enjoy your last few minutes of freedom —I think I'll walk again this time going the path taken by the fujona. As she is apparently weak and by her stature, I'm sure she won't be able to go very far and sooner or later I'll find her. I look everywhere, I capture all the scents that can instinctively lead me to it. Without letting any detail sit around, I remove the cell phone from the pocket of my pants, selecting the as long as one of my subordinates and calling. And as expected a touch and he answers.

"Take my car!— I don't need too many words and Hang up. Only efficient people work for me. I may not trust them, but they're the best.

In the middle of the night the cold is present, increasing with every determined step taken by me. Now more than Ever I need to find her. As I'm wearing a smart outfit, it maintains the ideal temperature of my body, so the sudden change in temperature does not affect me. I said, nothing can stop me.

Angel, angel, angel... Appearing- mentalizo entering a new street a little illuminated, the metal countertop a few meters in front of me was completely covered by snow. Arriving next to the tent something catches my eye, a small static wrapping. I get closer, one more step, closer to finding out. One final step and I'm surprised.

The prey has been captured!

But just one look and I realize there's something wrong! She doesn't move, her chest takes longer and longer to get up and down. She's dying! I go to her and she's pale, the color of the blood on her cheeks got lost in the white of the snowflakes that cover her up.

"Hey angel, open your eyes," I say, wiping your face. No reaction I received from her. She was about to freeze, so I take off my blazer, he'll warm her up. Annoyed that she ran away from me, possessed for not having found her before, I took the phone calling the same person earlier.

"Thomas, do the tracking of my cell phone and come get me... Don't take too long, you know I hate flaws.

"Yes, sir," he says and hangs up.

I carry her in my arms, my body will warm her. Now that I have it, I can't lose her. I look again at your face and i tell a slight difference, slowly your body is warming.

"Why the hell didn't you cooperate? You were right in front of me, you just surrendered!— I tell her and at the same time for nothing. I promise not to let you get away again, I'm going to take care of you!—I kiss your forehead feeling a shock at the scene.

In a few minutes Thomas arrives stopping the car next to me. As he descends from the automobile his curious gaze runs through the body in my arms. Ah Thomas, that was your mistake. Possessively I demark my place by looking at him with menace.

Take your eyes off what's mine—that's what my look says.

"You're going to stand still, just open that f*****g door,"I order. And quickly he does.

I get in the back seat with her and i initially tell her that the car heater is on.

"Put the heater on top, Thomas," I'll tell him as soon as he comes in. "Let us go to my house as soon as possible," I say again by welcoming a runaway angel into my arms.