Blood Legacy (Rewritten)

3.

"Are you freaking following me now?" I questioned with disbelief whilst throwing him a look, receiving zero response.

Great.

Go fuck yourself.

I turned back around and walked away over the manicured grass, searching for a quiet place -as far as possible away from him- when the sounds of footsteps approaching reached my ears, realizing that he was following me. Again.

"What the fuck are you doing? Stay back!" I warned as soon as I stopped and whipped around to face him.

"Or what, Carina?" He smirked, boldly taking a step closer in my direction.

"Stop calling me like that," I growled out, throwing him a murderous look.

"Why? What are you hiding, Carina?" He tilted his head to the side after another step, intent on continuing to tease me.

"Listen, I don't know who you are, where the hell you suddenly came from, or what you want from me but I'm warning you; leave me alone or you will regret it,"

"Oh really?"

In less than a moment, he was standing right in front of me, my eyelids fluttering with utter surprise as my brain failed to comprehend what the hell just happened.

When did he move so fast?

"What could be so special about you?" He took a rough hold of my wrist, bringing it closer to his nose before taking a hearty sniff. I simply stood there, too stunned to even react.

What the fuck is he doing?

I stupidly stared back into his green eyes as they held my own for a moment.

"Nothing,"

"You are nothing,"

I roughly snatched my hand out of his grasp, glowering up at him with anger and disbelief.

Why would he say such a thing? He didn't even know me!

"DeLuca princess. The Encantum heiress," He spat out with a mocking tone, making me wonder if maybe he was high or something.

"As if,"

"You are no Encantum heiress. You are just a pathetic excuse of a human," He growled out with nothing but hatred and disgust, his sculptured features displaying exactly what he felt as he reached out to touch me again.

Driven by pure instinct, my hand immediately balled into a tight fist and collided with the side of his face, unfortunately having little to no effect. His head barely moved a single inch to the side.

Fuck. Now my wrist hurts. It felt like I had just punched a brick wall.

His entire demeanor suddenly turned so terrifying, my lips escaping a strangled noise as his fingers wrapped so painfully tight around my throat, managing to raise me from the ground with one swift move.

My eyes widened, clawing at his hand whilst futilely struggling to set myself free from his strong hold.

Was he trying to kill me?