The Devil In Disguise

CHAPTER 22: The Devil In Disguise

I took my phone out and dialled in 999 while anxiously moving their heavy bodies off the road and onto the small field of grass about fifty metres beside Frankie and Benny's, away from danger. The sky was dark and the only light I could see was from the restaurant.

Why would Grey do that? What was his motive? He'd obviously tried to spike mine too; but why didn't he ask the waiter to do that one too? Why did he have to do it himself, and risk getting caught? Was it to take the attention off of the others' drinks? And who the fuck was we?

My thumb came down on the call button —

But strangely it never reached.

Because my phone had been plucked out of my hand by Grey.

Whipping around, I advanced on him. "Give it back, you motherfucking piece of shit."

Grey's evil smile dropped and his face was replaced with a snarl, twisting up his beautiful features. I was too furious to be scared, so I didn't back down. I could feel my blood bubbling and I just knew that if this scumbag pushed me any further, I'd gouge his eyeballs out.

He evidently saw this in my no-less-than-murder expression and he faltered, his expression flickering. Then he seemed to see something behind me and his confidence replaced itself with something a million times stronger. He smiled, and it sent chills down my body. The hairs on the back of my neck rose and though I didn't want to, I really, really, really, didn't want to —

I turned around.

My blood ran cold.

His immaculate-as-always suit and tie, ironed to crisp perfection, barely shifted as he walked, silent and powerful like a feline. His polished shoes effortlessly flattened the grass and the occasional daisy beneath him as he made his way towards me. Dancing clouds of smoke were frequently given out from his sculpted mouth as he smoked his cigarette — but most of all, his stormy blue eyes were almost luminous from here. If I tried, I could see the ocean in them. Dark and dangerous, just like him in the flesh.

A scream had lodged in my throat. A few more had risen to try dislodge it, but none of them made it out.

I staggered back but Grey caught me by the shoulders and held me out like a trophy for him to take. I struggled but gave up quickly. It was no use. No one could see, my friends were unconscious and I was defenceless against them both.

He stopped a few feet short of us, looking down on my friends' unconscious bodies, admiring Grey's handiwork with cold appreciation in his even colder eyes.

"Well done, Grey. You did well," he spoke, and his all-too-familiar velvet voice made my insides jump and constrict, sending flashbacks like signals through my mind. All I could think was run, run, run, but I couldn't move.

And then his penetrating gaze slowly shifted to me.

I fought to keep a straight face and hold his gaze, but my shallow breathing gave away my terror. He immediately noticed, and the corner of his mouth turned up slightly in a sadistic grin, making tremors shoot through my body. I was barely aware of Grey's talon-like nails still digging into my arms; I could barely feel anything, even breathe, let alone think.

He'd found me. Then he'd followed me. And now, he has me.

So much for the fucking police.

He slowly took a step forward, and then another. He examined me as he crept forward, hungrily taking in everything; how I'd changed, how I looked, how my skin had healed from the multiple stab wounds that he'd last given me.

"You can let go of her now, Grey," he said softly after his eyes roamed the red nail marks Grey was giving me. "I don't want you to mark her; that's my job. I have a feeling she won't run away, anyhow."

He laughed a low, predatory laugh and his teeth flashed like a shark's. I closed my eyes, the sound washing over me like a freezing cold tide, and willed myself to stop shaking. By the time I opened my eyes, Grey had let go of me and had vanished into thin air.

And I was left alone with him. The man who was so beautiful that no one would think twice to question his intentions. The man who was so charming that any sane human being would drop the most important things and come running to him through even a field of thorns. The man whose looks were so deceiving that no one realised they were deceiving. The Devil incarnate. The Devil in disguise.

A/N

FINALLY, WE MEET HIM. THE DEVIL IN DISGUISE. AND IT'S ONLY JUST THE BEGINNING.

VOTE!!! I NEED TO KNOW THAT I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE FANGIRLING OVER MY OWN BOOK TY

(You are welcome for the double update btw ;) ) 

—deainlustris