After dark

Secrets we tell in the dark.

He got murder in his eyes.
He wore the silence like a mask,
Now he's making up for
All the violence in his past.
Took it from his father
Who never bothered to ask
What his son had on his mind.

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Kova POV

we walked out into the club, red lights flashing. " I need some air" I mumbled to Blaize as I walked to the exit, I was so confused, mad, sad. I was mentally scolding myself for it, I mean honestly met him 4 weeks ago didn't come to the club for 3 of the weeks then when I finally do I let him put his grimy hands on me. what type of love story starts like that? 

A love story that doesn't exist

My fucking head was right and I hated it, why would I ever even think for a moment I could meet a guy and there not be a catch. my first red flag should've been that they all think there not humans. I mean honestly what are they gonna do? suck my blood-

"No but I might", I turned quickly. A skinny man stood in the corner, his eyes cold and lifeless. his whole attire was fairly strange, his clothing mostly blacks except for his undershirt was a deep crimson red. he was tall but skinny almost sickly skinny, skin pales almost ghostly.

" what?" I furrowed my eyebrows, I was never one to back down or cower especially in the presence of males. there bears you make yourself look and sound strong they go away. 

" I said" he pushed himself off the wall and walked up to me, "I might". I took a step back, " um ok?" I turned on the heels of my feet to start walk away when a pain went through my body, it was like I just walked into a wall made of god damn razors.

Hands- I felt hands on my arms.
" mmm I knew I recognized you", he flipped me around on a wall. his hands by each side of my head.

" hello " his smile sent shivers down my body, his teeth were white, but his breath smelt like death. 
" how do you know who I am?" I tried pushing him off me. his hands came down on my neck,
" well you see I was a friend of your father's, let's just say this is his karma" his long nails sinking into my neck. they stopped, " tell your father this is a message from the keys, he has a month to give us what we want" he pulled back from me. his nails dragging across check bone,
" or his little princess goes 6 feet under".

I pushed him off me, "I don't know who you think I am but I can't tell you confidently I am not who you think I am" my family died when I was 12.

we were driving back from our vacation when a drunk semi-driver crashed into us. flipping us 36 times, my mother was thrown from the car she immediately died on impacted, father impaled by tree branch he died in the hospital, my brother's body was never found, but they found his clothes by a cave a couple of weeks later. they said he most likely tried to get help but got caught by wildlife and was well. consumed, I, on the other hand, broke every bone in my body including my skull. my face was unrecognizable, they used my school ID to put my face back together. I was in the ICU for a year, then 7 years of physical therapy.

Did all my school online even after I was able to walk and was healed, I just didn't want to go back. 

" I would suggest telling your little boyfriend of yours that if he wants you to see another day that he should rethink our little proposal" his smile grew his k9's were inhumanly long,                     " don't forget to tell dear daddy about our encounter either" he walked right back into the club like nothing happened.

I didn't understand who he was or even who he was talking about, and all this talk about my father didn't make sense. he was the dead-end of fucking story, I was so done with this I was leaving and I am never coming back.