The Ice-Killer's Angel

Chapter 4

Pic on the side is of the Brendan Family and the Rose family (well...the ones you're introduced to in this chapter) :-P

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Chapter 4

Xavier's POV

I personally don’t think I was exaggerating by saying that. With the life I’ve led I’ve been introduced to a lot of beautiful women; celebrities, daughters of the rich, models, strangers at a bar…some of my victims. So to say that I knew beauty when I saw it…well you shouldn’t dispute me.

But it wasn’t just her physical appearance that I think held me and the people in the ballroom captive, even though that was spell-binding enough.

Her long dark, chocolate brown hair (that she had left down in curls that all but wrapped her around her body) was as shiny and fine as silk, her skin smooth, blemish free and seemingly naturally sun-kissed, her facial features striking with her high cheekbones, dainty nose, and her pale pink pouty lips that shined from gloss, and her arresting blue eyes looking that much more prominent with the heavy black eyeliner she had on that emphasised the blue shades more than what her long dark lashes already did.

Her body was encased in a simple black short-sleeved dress that was tight enough to show off her well-endowed curves and her flat stomach before it ended mid-thigh, but her legs were covered with black silky looking socks so that you only saw the bare part of her legs when her dress slightly rode up with each step she took forward, making her legs look miles long even without the extremely high-heeled black ankle boots she had on. The only jewellery she wore was a single gold rose pendant, and even though the boots was the only thing that was designer on her (I could see the red of her soles which indicated that they were Louboutin’s) and she wasn’t wearing the types of gowns women normally wore to this type of event, she looked more sophisticated than any other woman in this room.

She all but glided into the party area, not seeming to know the effect her presence was having as she walked forward, never glancing at anyone but keeping those beautiful blue orbs trained forward with a small smile on her face that showed a hint of dimples on either side of it.

But like I said her beauty wasn’t the only thing that had me so enchanted by her. It was as if…there was a glow around her, like a pure aura of some sort…and it was unadulterated life that she animated. Some people spread joy with their presence, some misery. But she – this angelic being – exerted untainted vitality that gave everyone a burst of it when she graced us with her presence for even a second. She had affected me as soon as I had clapped eyes on her, but now, while she walked in my direction, I felt what I felt when I killed.

Every step she took forward was exactly timed with the beating of my heart that I could now feel thump against my rib-cage in a painful yet pleasurable way, bringing forward the feeling of my blood as it surged throughout my veins, my skin seeming to flush with the heat it brought as my palms began to sweat. My breath was laboured, like I had a ran a marathon when really I knew it was because I was not used to this sensation of…well…feeling alive…for more than the few minutes I had when I killed and even then it was on a controlled setting.

I had not set out for this feeling now, this wasn’t on my terms…and yet it was all the more poignant because of it.

Everyone was snapped out of their enchantment when she finally reached her destination and went straight into the arms of Elizabeth Rose while Markus just looked down at her. Only because I was a master manipulator – in which case I need to be able to read a person’s body language to know which strings to pull to get my way – did I know that he was extremely happy to see her from the way he looked down at her. To everyone else though, it would have seemed like nothing but indifference.