They bolted through the woods, his hand tightly wrapped around her wrist as he pulled her along. Branches clawed at her skin, scratching her like tiny, sharp talons, but she didn't stop running—and neither did her savior.
She stole a glance at him. His eyes were fixed on the path ahead, expertly navigating them through the dense thicket of trees.
So many questions burned inside her.
Who was he? Why did he save me? Who sent him?
But now wasn't the time. They had to get as far away from the coven as possible.
Still, she made a mental note of her surroundings. If he tried anything strange, she needed to know how to escape.
"Over here!" he called, yanking her toward the gaping mouth of a dark cave.
They stumbled inside, and the world dimmed. Darkness swallowed them whole. Her body trembled from exhaustion, her knees buckling as she crouched down, struggling to catch her breath.
"Do you want to get us caught?" he snapped, his dulcet voice echoing through the cave.
She didn't answer. The shadows pressed in from all sides, thick and suffocating.
He struck a stick against the cave wall. Sparks flew, and a small flame flared to life, casting flickering light over the rough stone.
"Here." He tossed her a stick.
She mimicked his actions. After a few tries, her stick caught fire, casting a warm, faint glow in the darkness between them.
When the light came on, she got a glimpse of his face. His green orbs which glimmered in the flickering light of the torch, his brown curly hair fell delicately over his forehead. His jaw line perfectly chiseled. Long beautiful lashes which flickered everytime he blinked. He was handsome.
"Come with me—" he ordered again, cutting through her thoughts as he made his way into the cave. She hesitantly followed him, her eyes dancing across the cavernous space as she observed the scribbles and drawings on the wall. The cave seemed to be ancient—because, she couldn't quite understand the language which was written on it.
"Where are we going?" She asked suddenly, cutting through the daunting silence.
"Rokocove" he replied shortly, without sparing me a glance.
"Why did you save me?" She inquired, her curiosity piqued. Her mind raced with so many different thoughts, most of which were not good ones.
"Is that your way of saying thank you?" He asked and she shook her head but when she realised that he wasn't looking at her, she spoke. "No, I'm just asking why you saved me, I don't seem to know you."
He turned to the left, ignoring her question which made her angry. "Didn't I ask you something?"
He faced her with a frown. "Can you shut up and let me think? I'm trying to get us out of here and you keep getting on my nerves." He snapped and she clasped her lips shut, not expecting his outburst.
Lila growled inside her, her eyes filled with fire and hunger to rip this man in pieces but Seraph could tell he wasn't any ordinary man,there was something about him, he exuded a type of aura she couldn't quite understand.
They reached the end of the cave and he pressed his palm against the wall sliding the boulder out of the way. She looked at him in awe, how did he do that? That rock seemed like it weighed a lot. It made her wonder how strong he actually was
"Are you going to just stare or are you going to walk through?" He asked, breaking her from her train thoughts. With a glare, she walked through and he closed the secret door behind them.
"Stick."
"Mm?"
"I said stick."
Damn this guy was rude and it infuriated Lila which made it very difficult to contain her.
She gave him her stick and he tossed it to the ground, smothering it with his foot, quenching the flame and then he turned to her. "What do you want to ask?"
So now he wants to listen? She thought with a scoff.
"Why did you save me?" She asked again, her hands crossed over her chest. "Because I wanted to...and?" He stated and his nonchalance was irritating her.
What did he mean by because I wanted to? She thought.
"What do mean by that?"
"Must I have a reason to save you? Aren't you at least grateful that someone saved you?" He asked his brows raised as he walked past her.
She rolled her eyes. Of course she was grateful—but she wasn't about to admit that to this jerk.
"Your name?" She demanded trailing behind him, as she tried to catch up with his pace.
"Sebastian."
"Where are we going?"
"Rokocove. I told you didn't I?"
What was with him and his short responses, couldn't he at least say something nicely instead of these cold, straight forward responses. Men in this world were all rude to women except for one which she knew but he was gone now.
"Can't you at least be polite, you're speaking to a woman, at least try to seem like you're interested in the conversation."
He faced her with a forced smile. "What do you want?"
"To be treated nicely like a woman I am." She said,in a demanding tone and he bowed. "I'm sorry, princess, for not meeting your standards. Now can you shut up and come with me?" He ordered and Seraph kept shut.
She hated being treated this way. Being told what to do. Fuck it annoyed her but she kept her cool, he saved her so this was her way of being thankful by keeping quiet the rest of the journey.
After walking for a while, they reached a small village it was already afternoon. She was exhausted but kept on walking anyway. She barely held back the urge to ask where they were going.
As they walked through the dreaded pathway, the villagers stared at them, well stared at her intrigued by her beauty, they had never seen her before. She felt their gazes on her but she ignored it, too tired to even speak.
They reached a hut at the end of the village and Sebastian pulled the door open and she walked in. She saw a woman latched on the bed, her forehead covered with a towel, her eyes were tightly shut.
Sebastian walked to her, as he grazed down at her sleeping form softly. A girl walked in from what Seraph could call a kitchen and when saw Sebastian, she squeeled and embraced him warmly, he hugged her back and Seraph could see how much she had missed him.
The scene of the two of the embracing made her feel a bit jealous. She didn't have anyone who would hold her anymore, she didn't have someone who could protect her from the storm or cold. The only person she had was her mother and now she was gone. She couldn't ignore the pain which tugged her heart.
They broke the hug and the girl smacked him across the head, making him flinch in surprise. "What's wrong with you Amiee?" He groaned, rubbing the spot she had hit him.
"I told you to bring the girl and you ended up sleeping there." She snapped, her anger quite contrast to the happiness she displayed earlier. Seraph barely contained her laugh.
"I'm sorry but I didn't want to scare her." He apologised and she rubbed her forehead. "She's a freaking demon like you, you could have just used your powers and teleported her—"
It was then Seraph stopped laughing, how did she know that she was a demon, she never mentioned it nor did she tell Sebastian. "How do you know I'm a demon?" She asked, her senses heightened.
For all she knew these people could want to kill her and she wouldn't let that happen.
Aimee faced her with a smile. "Hi, I'm Amiee. I'm a seer." She introduced and Seraph calmed slightly...
"Seraph." She replied.
"I know"
How is this girl knowing so much about her. "What do you want from me? Why did your brother save me? What's going on?" She questioned.
Aimee closed the distance between them. "Calm down, I'll answer every thing but please can you tell Lila to calm down." She even knew who Lila was...that was another level of creepy.
Sebastian ignored the two and walked to his mother's, rubbing her palms as he stared at her, his gaze tender. One wouldn't have thought that this was the same cold guy from earlier.
"Centuries ago, a curse was placed on the demon race..."
"So it's a story?" Seraph interrupted and the girl shot her a cold glare, her aura matched with Sebastian's which made her clasp her lips. These siblings had their way of shutting her up.
"And the curse kills the demon slowly from the inside weakening their powers." She explained and Seraph raised her brows. "What does that have to do with me?"
"You're a demon of course it concerns you or do you want to die? Do you want the entire demon race to be wiped out?"
Seraph remained silent, her words hung heavily in the air. "My mother is in the third stage of the curse, the illness stage and she has, one stage left." Seraph saw her gaze soften when she said that.
"Please, I need your help in getting the cure."
"What do you mean my help? Why don't you do it yourself—"
"Because I can't! I would have saved my mother if I could" She snapped, her voice breaking from the pain.
A pain that Seraph was all too familiar with. She was about to lose her mother and so did Seraph, she felt devastated when her mother died and she couldn't help feel pity for Aimee.
"But how do I do that?" Seraph asked, calming herself down and Sebastian spoke up for the first time, since they started talking. "We have to get the blood of the Vampire King and some other things but we've already gathered those. The blood is the last ingredient and only you can make the potion which would save us all."
Wait hold up....what did they mean by only her?
"Why must it be me? I'm can barely keep myself alive and now I'm going to save the demons???"
This is not making any sense. How can she? A mistake and an outcast be the only way to stop a curse?
"Because you're the chosen one." Amiee said and Seraph burst out laughing. She wasn't serious...Was she??