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My adrenaline pumps into overdrive, the man chasing me laughing, getting closer. He's not human. Too strong, too fast, too intelligent. He seems to be holding back, enjoying the chase. If I weren't so frightened it would make me sick. He's not quite....right. Maybe it's his non-human instincts. I don't know.
Suddenly his laugh is right by my ear. It sent chills down my spine, giving me goosebumps. I can see him reaching for my arm, so I immediately stop running. He whips past me and turns around a few yards off. Then I realize that I'm in the forest. How did I get here, I wonder vaguely. I look around, searching for the city's lights. There are none. The man smiles and I realize just how horribly beautiful he is. It's not right. Yes his features are agonizingly breathtaking, but I know better. His jet black hair comes down to his shoulders, encasing his perfect face in shadow and making his red eyes stand out. His dark clothes are thick, but don't quite hide his flawlessly toned mucles. His skin is pale but radiant at the same time.
Abruptly, he is by my side again, wrapping his arms around my waist. "No!" I scream, his arms are like ice. "No, let me go!" He laughs meniacly and smiles as if this is a fun hobby. I pull at his arms, trying to rip myself away, but they are like iron bars.
"Young girl, you think you can get away from me that easily?" His soft satin voice makes me freeze. He lets go with one arm, making sure the other still holds me securely, and brushes a cold finger down my cheek. I realize that I was crying, my vision bluring. He sighs and brushes my hair away from my neck and breathing in deeply. "My, my!," He whispered, "You smell devine!" I took in a sharp breath as he brushed his lips softly along my skin.
"Let the girl go, Marquez." A calm voice sounds from behind, and the man holding me turns.
(Please point out any mistakes I made. It'd be a great help! Thanks) [mehr]
Stichwörter: Broken, demons, heartache