𝓘 𝓦𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓓𝓲𝓮

7

"Do you truly understand the violence it took to become this gentle."

Kai's POV

The voices in my head screamed.
The screeching loud enough to tear out ear drums.

"Feel her pulse beneath your fingers? Kill her!"

They laughed manically.

My blood boiled as I pushed myself off her.
I so badly wanted to do nothing other than delve into her.
My fangs pricking out poking the inside of my lips.

I try to ignore the want. No need to touch her.

She's innocent and she deserves to stay that way.
My heart rate rapid. A metallic taste coating the inside of my mouth.

I need to get far, far. Away from her.

Now.

The intoxicating scent she portrayed pushed me over my limit. And sent me to the depths of hell and back.

She doesn't want me to touch her.
She doesn't want me to touch her.
I repeat as a mantra in my head.

Remember your self Kai.

I sped out of the room needing air before I pinned her hands and never let go.

Her messy hair fell in her siren eyes, as the deep brown lulled me in.

The ideas and scenarios race through my vision as I swiftly exit the library.

Ignoring every other soul in the building.
I shake my head trying to dispel the thoughts.

Hurting her was the farthest thing from what I wanted to do.
My jaw ticks as I grip my fist to control myself.

Watching her squirm.
Stalking her as she stood across the room like prey.

The cold filling my lungs.
A sensation of warmth greeted me with the frigid air.

I take deep breaths sucking it in.
Concentrating on slowing down my pulse.

Shaking out my arms I go to walk down the stairs. Unexpectedly Left comes up and wraps his arm around my shoulders.

"There you are bro! I'm so fucked up right now. But don't tell Chris, it's a secret. He's even more fucked up than me."

He stumbles forward pulling on me. Shushing himself for speaking to loud.

I look at him annoyed at his drunken behavior.

"Get off."

I tell him rolling my shoulders, he holds on tighter.
He was like a cat clinging on with his claws.

"I need to find Sakura. I lost her... Oh no! I lost her! The voices in my head say I need more vodka. Maybe another beer funnel."

He stands up fully faking having any sense of balance.
To my appeasement he takes his arm off of me.

I could have easily I thrown him off without a blink of an eye. But he seemed on edge lately.

I look over at him giving him a side eye.
Waiting for him to fall forward and down the stairs.

I'd watch him fall, but help him up afterwards.

I brush off where his hands laid upon me.
He very much smelt like beer.
I make a face of disgust fixing my jacket.

He puts his hand up to his forehead looking around dramatically.

"Sakura?! That's a funny name. Like left. She's from Japan yeah? Where are you from? We're you made in china?"