Evelyn woke up to the sound of fire. She instantly got up in fear and rushed out of the ruin, looking for Lennon. But he was just leaning against the ruin while sitting on the ground, infront of a fire that he probably made while Evelyn was asleep. She thought he had left her alone in a burning forest, but instead he was roasting an animal over the fire he had made.
"No need to hide, I already noticed you." Lennon said in a quiet voice. Evelyn instantly noticed that it wasn't as dry as always. It was still dry, but way softer than usual. Lennon also didn't look at her this time, and it almost seemed as if he was the one trying to avoid Evelyn's gaze now.
Evelyn walked closer slowly and sat down by the fire too. Not infront of him, but also not next to him. Evelyn took a peek at the animal that hung over the fire. It was a bunny. Evelyn felt bad for it. She loved animals, and thought about the poor thing, before she thought to herself: "Why is he doing all this... He saved me two times, protected me overnight... at least I think so... And now he it making food?" Sure, he also made it for himself, but still.
Some minutes passed, when Lennon cut the animal into two halves. It was steaming, but it looked like, Lennon didn't feel pain at all. Evelyn saw how he glanced at her for a moment; At the scar on her neck, that Lennon's pocket knife did to her when she pushed him back. He held one half of the, somehow perfectly cooked, bunny towards Evelyn. Evelyn took it and instantly felt pain because of how hot the bunny still was. She tried her best to ignore it, and did pretty good. How could Lennon just not care how hot this thing was?
Neither Evelyn nor Lennon said a word while eating. Lennon finished before her and stood up. He walked into the forest without another word, leaving Evelyn behind. Evelyn thought, Lennon would return, but she wasn't one completely sure. He wanted to kill her after all.
Evelyn stood up and walked around the ruin, thinking. "How can he cook so good?" Evelyn thought to herself. "Or maybe it was just luck? This time? Or is he really a good cook?"
Evelyn got lost in her thoughts again, as always, when she felt someone grab her from behind, a strong hand covering her mouth. The smell of alcohol and blood was so strong that she felt dizzy. She felt a dagger hard against her throat. The hand wasn't Lennon's, it was bigger and veinier than his, and it didn't smell that strong. The dagger also wasn't from Lennon, he only had a pocket knife. Evelyn heard the person that held her laugh. It sounded disgusting, and this man definitely had too many cigarettes.
"Was our little Bloodthief too scared to hurt such a sweet little soul like you, or why are you still alive?"
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Escape Artists
RomanceEvelyn, the 19 year old girl, that lived in a small village with her mother, about to move out. Yet she knows nothing about "Lennon", the man that was planning on ruining her life. Or perhaps make it better? The first book of the Series
