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I walked slowly through the street, my heart thumping uncomfortably against my chest as I glanced wearily around.
"I should've just accepted that lift home," I muttered before I froze, hearing the rapid thud of footsteps from behind me.
My head whipped round as I scanned the area for something, someone, and anything. But the street was deserted and completely barren of any signs of life. Quickening my footsteps I felt my heart rate double as my palms began to sweat.
A scream was torn from my throat as hands viciously clamped around my arms before one was slapped over my mouth to smother any sound from escaping. I struggled in their grip as they pulled in to an abandoned alleyway and shoved me against the wall of a building. One hand remained slapped over my mouth and their body was forcing me against the wall, the bricks biting into my skin through the thin material of my shirt.
Looking up at my attacker I briefly made the observation that I'd never seen him before. Furrowing my eyebrows I attempted to kick him in the crotch.
"Ah, ah, ah." He chastised, pulling my body away from the wall only to slam me back against it moments later. I hissed against in pain, feeling pain spread through the back of my head. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
"Well it's a good thing you're not me then isn't it?"
He grinned maliciously and pulled out a knife from his back pocket, I stiffened at the sight of it. Leaning down he trailed it gently across my cheek so that it didn't break the skin. But I knew that with the addition of a miniscule amount of pressure it would and that it would hurt like a bitch when it did.
"I was going to be nice and kill you quickly," he muttered and I closed my eyes to regain my composure. "But now I think I might jus slit your throat and let you bleed to death."
I began to struggle even more in his grip as he trailed the knife delicately down the curve of my neck. A whimper escaped my lips before my eyes snapped open and I felt my magic begin to boil away under my skin. Before I could do anything he was ripped off of me and slammed into the wall opposite me.
My 'saviours' back was turned to me as he slammed my attacker against the wall repeatedly. My attacker began to cry out in pain before he quietened down and my saviour stopped throwing him against the wall.
"Now that won't do," he muttered calmly when my attacker gave a pitiful groan. I felt my throat constrict. I knew that voice. He lowered his head and I instantly knew what would happen. I closed my eyes momentarily, refusing to watch as the man was drained dry.
Figuring that it was safe to open my eyes, I watched my saviour drop the man's lifeless body and turn towards me.
