Eternally, I Do

Chapter 11: Flawless Predators

"Has the little mortal gone soft?"

The man who stood before me gave a smirk as he sauntered forward with arrogant pride before dropping himself onto the bed with ethereal grace one could never master.

With pale flawless skin, his dark hair was long and dangerous as the night. His eyes were dead as dark amusement danced within those silver orbs, a perfect combination with the highlighted white strand in his hair. His nose wasn't too high nor was it too flat, and his lips were thin with a hint of red. He donned an outfit of the dark with a black shirt and tattered jeans completed with a coat, which moved with the shadows itself.

And all I've got to say that that man was damn straight burning hot.

"Take a picture, babe. It'll last longer."

Immediately, I snapped out of my reverie. His voice was smooth and velvety that it was almost like honey. The man smirked and ran a hand through his hair, obviously knowing that he was being checked out. "Who are you?" I asked, watching him intently.

"The Prince of Hell," he grinned and my jaws dropped wide open. "But you may call me Keane." He stepped forward and reaching out, he caressed my cheeks. On instinct, I blushed and turned to the floor. He removed his touch and turning away, he muttered, "Pathetic. They're all the same..."

Okay, rude and in-disrespectful.

"Come on, we're running out of time," Keane grunted, pushing himself off the bed. He snapped to me and with straight face, he said, "You are coming with me."

"Where are we going? Why are you even helping me? How are we going to get out?" I asked and before I could continue, he silenced me with a snap of his fingers. A shiver crossed my lips and like a thread, my lips felt as if it had been threaded together.

"Touché. Why do humans have to ask so many questions?" He shot me an irritated look and before I could argue, he lifted me up and placed me over his shoulder. I tried to struggle of course but he didn't give a budge as he held me tightly around my waist. This time, I tried hitting him on the back and he slapped my behind, outraging my modesty. I gave a silence yelp and crooked my neck to glare at him. "Stay still and I won't touch you."

Rolling my eyes, I struggled again and he slapped me. I stayed still this time.

I could feel his hidden smirk as he strolled to the door casually, but before he could step through the threshold, a sudden blast of wind blew right threw and we fell backwards. I landed on my back with a dangerous crack and a breath forced its way up my throat, pushing out of my mouth. “Oh God!” I gagged, finally able to speak as I clawed my neck with irritation.

Bang!

The door before us slammed shut and in a second, Caspar was standing in the room, blocking the way of our only exit.

I turned to Keane and saw him sat up, rubbing his head. The impact of the fall must have caused the spell he cast on me to break. He squinted at the Prince of Darkness. Caspar narrowed his icy blue eyes and crossed his arms.

“What are you doing here, Keane?” Caspar asked, watching Keane carefully. Keane had stood up and was circling the room like a predator watching his prey. Keane grinned, blood red lips stretching across his pale complexion as he revealed sharp shark-like teeth. He licked his lips and turned to me, hidden amusement sparked in his eyes. It was horrifying, terrifying and for some paranoid reason, I have a feeling that I was the prey in the horror set.

“What do you think?” Keane approached me and I stiffened up. With a slender finger, he curled a stray strand of hair and pushed it behind my ear so tenderly it was almost painful. “We’re certainly not having a tea party here, are we?”