Consequence

Chapter 9

April 20, 1813

DOMINIK'S POV

Her skin provided a warm contrast to my cold hand as I grabbed her arm. Then all the life in her seemed to fade and her arm ceased to struggle against me as she goes limp.

At first, I thought I might have literally scared the girl to death. But then I listened to her heart beating and watched the slow rise and fall in her chest.

Being supernatural has its perks and being able to listen to heartbeats was definitely one of the top three. I can tell when someone's lying, dying, or, in Eva's case, flustered.

Like when I kissed her neck the other day, her heart was racing a mile a minute. She was clearly excited but then the girl does something utterly stupid. She calls me by my nickname in a pleading way, telling me to stop, and pushing away from me.

I was shocked that she called me 'Nik' and I was about to reprimand her for that. But I found myself pitying the stupid girl, her expression of fear was priceless. I remembered how I had promised never to touch her again, what a liar.

My grip on her arm slipped and she crashed headfirst onto the wooden floor. Oops!

I wrapped my arm around her thin waist and scooped her up with my other arm behind her knees. She looked so small and helpless in my arms, the perfect prey.

No one was laying their hands on her. Even, I  shouldn't be touching her. I shrugged the thought off, after all, she was mine.

I brought her back to her bedroom and placed her onto her bed. I yelled at her maid to change her back into her nightgown.

Hey, I could still be a gentleman, I wasn't going to undress her. At least, not when she was laying unconscious.

A smirk played on my lips. I wondered what expression her face would wear then.

I turned to walk away from the room when I saw a familiar vase shattered on the floor.  The flowers that were once inside were strewn on the floor. So much for that.

"Pick that trash up." I said cooly as I pointed towards the mess.

The maid looked at it and frowned. She looked up from me to Eva and again to the vase. Her small frown disappeared, "Yes, sir."

April 21, 1813

EVANGELINE'S POV

I'm surrounded in darkness for what feels like a long while when suddenly the world around me lights up.

It blinded me as I tried to explore the world  around me through my lit green eyes. I expected to be inside my room covered in silk blankets, something I felt that I would never get used to. 

Instead, I'm in the middle of a...clearing? Am I even in London? I haven't seen all of London so I really wouldn't know.

It appeared plain to me. It was simply a large, grassy clearing with hills rolling in the distance. 

Then I spotted it, a tall shadow behind me. I turned in horror and the once handsome Dominik stood before me, his true form revealed.

He was a ghastly demonic beast wth elongated fangs dripping blood and even bloodier red eyes, with a crazed look in them. His white button-down shirt was soaked in blood and I knew none of it was his. I looked down at his hands and sharp claws that were also covered in blood.

He basically looked like he took a dip in a pool of blood. I shielded my mouth with my hands feeling the sudden need to vomit.

Should I... run?... hide?... beg?...scream? Is there any point in trying. I know he'll catch me, find me, and shut me up. I also know, for a fact, that no matter how hard I beg he will show me no mercy.