MIDNIGHT SUN

CHAPTER NINE

OLIVE

I got into my study once again, tired from the day, which was spent training. I picked up some of the reports I got from the ongoing war. Disappointed, I flung them away, why is everyone so darn useless? Then my mind drifted off to how messed up my relationship with Khalilah is becoming. I was hoping I could hide the fact that I wasn't human until after our marriage; probably because I guessed she would be more unwilling if she knows the truth.
My guess was right, she looks at me differently now; not that I care about it, but it's even more difficult for her to convince herself into putting up with this marriage. Especially after I almost killed her, I thought she would actually die but she barely survived by luck. Unconsciously, I walked back to her room but this time she was asleep; her eyes was shut tightly with a small frown on her forehead, as though she was in discomfort. Her dark silky hair, sprawl on the pillow like a curtain and her lips were slightly parted. She sleeps just like a child, so pure and innocent, like she was free from all the worries of this world. I'm not in the slightest bit attracted to her but I knew I had to put up with her from now on, she'll be my wife and despite our differences I have to protect her, from everything, everyone and most especially from myself. A smile tugs at my lips, when I realized how small she actually is, yet she's so stubborn despite being so powerless.

I went out and it was raining back in the human realm, time and climate also differs when the worlds are different. Now that I'm amongst humans, the air was filled with the delicious smell of blood, and continuous pounding of heartbeats ringing in my ears.

A small squeak caught my attention, it's from a woman. It's the helpless type of squeak, it's too familiar, she sounded just like when I tried to kill Khalilah. I followed the noise and it led me to a dark alley, just as I thought I heard uneven grunts coming from a man probably in his mid 40s. When I finally got to the scene I wasn't surprised, this drunk, tartar man had the lady in a chokehold and was tearing off her clothes. The alley was dark and they were close to trash cans; no one would ever think something like this would happen here. I presume, this lady was taking out her trash, when this man got a hold of her; humans are such interesting creatures.

I cleared my throat to gain his attention and I did, reflexly, he turned towards me, his grip on the lady loosen. 'Help me! Please help me!' She screamed as soon as she saw me, her face was smashed up already, it was her blood I smelled earlier.

'Hey, you punk! Mind your own business, or you'll get it.' He yelled.

I snickered at how tough he sounded, was that supposed to scare me? Well, nothing is more scary for a vampire than lack of blood sustenance!

'I would have, but sadly I can't.'

He pulled out a knife and ran towards me, trying to stab me in the belly, but as soon as the cold metal blade touched me it broke and I grabbed his wrists with a smirk. He struggled, trying to punch me with his free hand, I twisted his wrist backwards with just a small effort and I heard the satisfying snaps of bones, he screams in pain dropping to his knees.

'Miss, are you alright?' I asks and she nodded too stunned to speak. 'Go inside you might catch a cold.' Without wasting time, she gathered her clothes and ran towards her home without looking back.
Then, it was my turn to smile, I could have them both but this man deserves to die first, harassing an helpless woman in the middle of the night; he's definitely the worst kind of scum. 'Do you have any last words?' I asked.
'Let me go you b*st*rd!'

'What a foolish choice you have made.' Without wasting anymore time, I attacked his neck, using my strength to pin him against the brick wall, his bones breaking in the process but I didn't care, my eyes rolled back in ecstasy as blood rushes into my mouth. Unlike my other preys, he struggled really hard against me, his weak strength was sort of impressive. I didn't stop until he was dead and there was no more blood pouring out of the opened fang wound. His unmoving body dropped to the ground like a piece of trash, I wiped my mouth and hands that was stained with his dirty unappealing blood.
F*ck, I should have just had the woman instead, even though, dinner wasn't tasty, it was very satisfying... he had a lot of blood, but it tasted like crap. As I was walking out of the alley, I found a little girl, sitting in one of the dark corners close to the trash cans. Probably, taking shelter from the rain.