Lost Love || Book 1 || Sylus x Reader || LADS Fanfiction

1. Meet and Shoot

"Hey sweetie, is it usual for you to greet an old friend by pointing a gun to his head?" the voice of the man with white messy hair is deep and low, his red eyes glare at me with amusement, an evil grin on his lips. "I would think most people would just wave and say hello, instead of shoving a pistol into my face the moment I get out of my car".

"Better safe than sorry..." I mumble, not loosening the grip on my gun. I am a hunter on a mission to imprison one of the most wanted criminals, the leader of the N109 Zone. It's a dangerous place with no laws or rules.

He raises an eyebrow at my comment and chuckles dryly. "You're that paranoid huh...? I'm not going to kill you or anything." He says as he takes a few steps towards me, his hands clearly visible.

He reaches out and slowly grabs the barrel of my gun, his red eyes staring right into mine as he speaks. "Besides..." He slowly slides my gun down, away from him. "...you wouldn't be the first person to point a gun at me. In fact, I think it's lost its effect on me." He shrugs nonchalant.

I am caught off guard that he even dares to touch the gun, live threatening pointed at his forehead. "I know who you are, Sylus. You are the most wanted man in the N109 Zone. I'm going to send you to prison." I mumble to myself, straightening up my spine and try not to be intimidated by his appearance: Tall, dangerous, arrogant, sexy... wait... what?

He chuckles again as I tell him what he already knows. His fingers still wrapped around my gun as he steps even closer, forcing me to crane my neck to look up at him.

"Yeah, the man everyone's looking for. But none of them are bold enough to confront me. You, on the other hand, are quite the exception." He says with a hint of fascination in his voice.

He takes another step closer, his body only inches away from my own now, as he lowers his head to speak quietly into my ear. "You should know it's not particularly smart to point a gun at the most wanted criminal, kitten". He whispers, his hot breath tickling my ear.

I can't stop a shudder of fear running down my spine. Feeling threated even though I am the one with the gun. I am supposed to be in control here! I am the worst hunter ever, crosses my mind as I try to remember what I learned in training. "Don't you dare come closer!" I warn him while taking a step back, enlarging the distance between us, holding my gun firmly, the shaft pointed at his heart.

He moves forward as I take a step back, easily closing the distance between us again and again as I continue to walk backwards. Watching me move his eyebrows raise as he chuckles. He can clearly see that I am panicking despite trying to hide it. "Or what, sweety?" He asks, a cunning smirk on his face as he continues to move closer to me, his hand slowly sliding up the shaft of the gun until it's pointed right at his chest. "You'll shoot me?" He chuckles. "Do it, then!"

He grabs my wrist with the other hand, forcing me to hold the gun against him firmly while he gets even closer, the barrel of the gun pressing against his chest. He is mere inches away from me now, his body is towering over me as he leans down, his voice coming out as a near whisper. "C'mon kitten, shoot me!" He murmurs in my ear, his breath tickling my skin.

Suddenly, a vision flickers before my eyes as he grips my hand. A shattered memory of a past life, glimpses of me pressing a sword into his chest - blood everywhere - he is urging me to push harder, saying that it's undeniable... that it's okay... and that he will find me anyway and anywhere. No matter the costs. "Huh...?" I touch my forehead, getting a headache, shaking my head. "What was that?" Confused I look into his scarlet eyes. He notices that I had remembered something and his eyes narrow at me.

He tilts his head slightly, watching my expressions change and he notices a hint of recognition in my face when I look up at him. "Interesting..." he murmurs, his grip on my wrist tightening while he tries to figure out what exactly I remembered. "You remember me, don't you?"

Unsure where the hell that horrifying memory even came from, I glare at him. "Are you messing with my mind? Stop it!" I feel the urge to pull the trigger, but I hesitate. He chuckles deeply. "I assure you, kitten, I'm not doing anything to your mind. You're just remembering things you've forgotten." He says as he pushes the barrel of the gun even harder against his chest. It seems as if he wants to force my memories of him to come back to me. Suddenly I feel his hand moving, laying his fingers upon mine. I gasp as he forces me to push the trigger. The quiet night is disturbed by a clicking sound, then a boom as the bullet is released, piercing his heart. The recoil is forcing both of us to fall hard on the ground.

As the bullet pierces through his chest, Sylus grunts but he smiles as his gaze falls upon me. "There we go..." He still holds my wrist not allowing me to pull back bringing me down with him. "Now..." Sylus hums while I lie half on top of him, his chest warm and hard under my soft body. His hand grabbing my chin to get me to look at him. "Do you remember me, kitten?"

His eyes remind me of glowing rubies in the night as he narrows his eyes at me. His expression is hard, a dangerous smirk on his face. As I notice that his wound is already starting to heal, I gasp. "What the hell...?!"

A deep chuckle escapes his mouth, his body under me vibrating. "You're surprised, I see. You didn't expect me to heal, sweety?" He asks, his smirk widening slightly. He leans even closer to me, his face now only inches away from mine. The heat of his body starting to warm mine while he speaks quietly into my ear. "Or is it the fact that I'm lying under you like this what is surprising you?"

I snap out of my shock, hurry to crawl backwards away from him. "You are not human!" I mutter, sounding not very smart. He keeps chuckling as I crawl away from him, sitting up and crossing his legs in front of him. "Very observant of you, kitty" He replies sarcastically. "No, I am not, in fact, human." He says, his smirk slowly making an appearance again. "What are you... then?" The word "monster" is crossing my mind as I watch him looking at me like prey.

An amused hum escapes his lips. "That depends on whose perspective you're looking from." He pauses for a bit, his eyes raking my form while he thinks of what to tell me. "If you ask the people from this town, I am a monster. A beast, a criminal." He smirks at me as he continues. "But if you ask me, I'm simply a businessman. Taking what I need to thrive."

He pushes himself off the ground and gets onto his feet, towering over me as he speaks. "You see sweety, I need power to survive. And that is my goal." He starts walking towards me, his steps slow and controlled as I subconsciously start backing away from him. "Unfortunately, that brings me into conflict with a lot of people. The town folks, the other gangs, the cops..." He stops walking as I am pressed up against a nearby tree, his hands on either side of my head now as he leans towards me.

"... and the Hunters..." I complete his list, reminding him that - right now - we are enemies.

Sylus hums in agreement, his breath fanning over my face as he replies with a smirk. "Ah yes, the hunters. How could I forget?" His scarlet eyes scan my body once again, taking in the sight of me pressed up against the tree, looking like prey under his hungry gaze. "You lot have been quite a nuisance lately. Always trying to kill me." He murmurs, his smirk turning into an amused chuckle.

Meanwhile my mind is racing to outsmart him. My eyes are scanning the area around us.

He notices the look on my face, the way my eyes quickly take in our surroundings. His smirk widens slightly as he realizes what I am doing. "Going to make a run for it, kitten?" He asks, his thumbs lightly stroking the bark of the tree I am leaning against.

I am getting more and more annoyed by him calling me "kitten" or "sweety" for no reason and I glare at him in anger and spat, "Stop calling me that...! We are not lovers or anything like that..." I see a smirk building up on his lips.

Taking in the sight of me looking like a pissed off cat - claws and all – Sylus laughs even more. "No, we're definitely not lovers. But you're definitely a cute little kitten to me." He murmurs, amused by the glare still on my face. "An angry little kitten, yes, but cute nonetheless."