Worthy Chaos Book One-Reunited

Vampire Attack

Seraphina:

DRAVEN! Her thoughts were on him only. She couldn't bear to think of this other guy kissing her. Sera only wanted Draven to touch her in any way, even if he didn't feel that way about her; that was what she wanted. If this asshole kissed her, she would feel like she was betraying him, even if it wasn't her fault. She fought against him, tightening her mouth shut and turning her head. He roughly grabbed her chin, but he was suddenly pulled from her, and she could breathe again. Her hatred for this man was intense, and she felt no pity for him, not caring if he died or not. Never had she been more disgusted by another person, and the thought that he almost kissed her, made her stomach crawl. The Hunter felt safe as Draven hit him, feeling great joy in the man's pain. Everything was going out of focus, and she wasn't sure why. Had she hit her head that hard? Watching the scene play out in front of her with slightly blurry vision, Sera was both impressed with the skills displayed by her increasingly respected partner and worried that Draven wouldn't be able to stop. Her fingers touched the burning sensation on the back of her head, bringing it to her view to see the familiar red liquid smeared on her skin. Fortunately, nothing too deep, and it was already slowing. Thanks to Draven, it wasn't anything serious at all. It won't even need bandaging. However, she was more worried about the injuries he was getting inflicted with and how many he was fighting at once. She wanted to help him but had no strength at the moment, plus he didn't seem to need any help.

Maybe someone else watching the guy beat the creep to death would back away from him, fear such anger, and be disgusted by the violence...but no...she was pretty damn happy with it. Draven was her hero, protector, and someone she would do anything for, including die or kill for him. The Hunter found it incredibly satisfying to watch and was nothing but grateful to Draven. Losing the battle to stand, she slid to the floor, annoyed with her body for not supporting her. Something fell from Draven's pocket during the fight, and she reached out to pick it up. The only reason for doing so was to return it to him later. However, once she spied what it was, her eyes widened. Though her vision was still slightly off, she knew immediately what it was. The keychain she gifted him over a decade ago...why did he still have it? It was just a trinket she had given him when she couldn't afford to get him a present when they were little. She wasn't even sure where she had acquired it. It had been vital to her, the only thing she owned, but Draven had meant way more to her, and Sera wanted to give him something that had meaning.

As Draven helped her up, she was beyond grateful but concerned he wouldn't look at her. She was worried he was mad for needing to fight, and guilt plagued her because he was forced to do just that. However, she kicked the floored asshole hard in the side as Draven guided her passed him through the back exit into the parking lot. The cool air instantly made her feel better, clearing her head just a bit as she leaned against Draven for support and then against the car as she waited. "Draven..." Sera whispered to him a warning as they were surrounded by more assholes from the bar, "Oh good, an encore," they each had either a dagger or a weapon. Feeling better outside, she pushed off the car and stood just behind Draven, not wanting him to face it alone, especially since he looked like hell...."Hey, so you guys really sure you want to fight us? Because I have to warn you, you aren't going to win."

"Bitch, we outnumber you by six. Do you really think we were going to let you leave?"

"Exactly, you only have six men. I feel like it's really unfair...of course, obviously unfair for you! I mean, Draven here could pretty much take you all on by himself, even in his current condition. I'm only going to help, so I don't get bored." She wasn't apprehensive about Draven losing to them. She had seen him take on monsters. These guys had nothing on him. Until she felt cold metal against her throat, and she cursed, "Well, that is unfortunate." The man that had gotten behind her pressed the blade closer to her skin, "I have the worse luck tonight."