Blood Legacy (Rewritten)

3. Glowing golden

"Are you freaking following me now?" I questioned in disbelief as I stared at him, receiving zero response.

Great.

Go fuck yourself.

I turned around to walk away over the manicured grass and search for a quiet place -as far as possible away from him- when the sounds of footsteps reached my ears, realizing that he was truly following me.

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

"Or what, Carina?" He smirked, boldly taking a step closer towards me.

"Stop calling me like that," I growled under my breath, throwing him a murderous look.

"Why? What are you hiding, Carina?" He tilted his head to the side after another step, seemingly intent on teasing 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,"

"Really?"

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

When did he move so fast?

"What could be so special about you?" He took a rather rough hold of my wrist, bringing it closer to his nose and taking a rather hearthy sniff as I just stood there, entirely baffled.

What the fuck was going on?

I dumbly stared back into his forest eyes as they held my own for a moment.

"Nothing,"

"You are nothing,"

I roughly snatched my hand from his as stared up at him in complete bewilderment and anger.

Why would he say such thing? He did not even know me!

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

"As if,"

"You are no Encantum heiress. You are just a pathetic excuse of a human," He growled out with such hate and vengeance, his carefully sculptured features contorting with a nasty look as he dared touch me again. And driven by pure instinct, my hand immediately balled into a fist and fiercely collided with the side of his face, unfortunately only having little to no effect as he barely moved an inch.
And as if enveloped by a dark and ominous shadow, his whole demeanor turned so downright horrifying, my lips breaking out a strangled noise as his fingers wrapped so painfully tight around my throat, even managing to raise me up from from the ground.

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

Was he really trying to kill me?

I could not believe what was going on. My brain was literally failing to register what was currently happening to me.

Why? What was going on? Where did he come from and why was he doing this?