Hades

•CHAPTER FOUR•

I almost trip over my own feet as I walk down a rocky road, my ankles knocking each other. I grumble to myself, stopping to rip off my heels as the rocky road turned into a smoother sidewalk.

I shouldn't have tried to get out or distract myself. I truly shouldn't have. It followed me everywhere. The pain and the hurt. It followed me no matter where I went or tried to go.

I inch closer to the road as an alleyway peaks out. I've watched scary movies and that isn't something I'd like to experience at all.

"Hey there, love." Startled, my head whips to the right of me. The goddamn alley.

I look down, quickening my footsteps. Not today Satan.

"Tsk, fucking broads." I hear him mutter before he appears in front of me. My scream gets stuck in my throat. How the fuck did he do that?

He grips my upper arm roughly, his dirty nails digging into my skin. His eyes flicked black, covering the white of his eyes. I gasp, trying to pull away. He was so strong. Too strong.

"Let go of me you pig!" I shout, still struggling against him. He had to be at least 200 pounds. He was a big guy, and I'd have no chance against him. I was fucked.

"Pig?" He chuckled, and I take in his razor sharp teeth. He leans in, his breath on my lips and I turn my head away from his putrid breath. "Demon," he growls out, "would be the right terminology."

De- oh my god. He was a fucking druggy. His pupils must've dilated that huge because there was a new drug on the streets or some shit. I try to calm my racing heart.

"Listen, I'll give you money if you need another fill or some shit. Just let me go." Of course I wouldn't. I wouldn't fuel his need for more. These people needed help.

"Fill? The only thing that will be filled tonight is that tight, little hole of yours." His knee wedges in between my legs and I bite back a whimper. Aw fuck. He was going to rape and kill me. This was it.

His grimy, sweaty fingers grip my thigh roughly before he trails them up, latching on to the bottom of my dress. He tugs it up, looking down at my underwear hungrily. I yank at my hands in his grip, screaming for him to let me go.

He stops me by pressing his body against mine, his erection on my thigh. "I'll make it quick if you stop fucking screaming. Keep doing this and I'll knock you out cold and fuck you raw until you can't feel your legs, you little bitch." His hand grips my cheek roughly, and I feel a little blood trickle down my face with the force.

I close my eyes, my body sagging with exhaustion. I'd never get out. He was too strong. Tears well up in my eyes and I will them not to fall. I wouldn't show weakness.

"I'm afraid that won't happen at all, Demetri." A dark voice says, and I swear the temperature dropped a few more degrees. Everything went still, and it even felt as though my heart froze.

The man holding me growls, gripping my hips and pulling my body more into his. I couldn't contain a whimper from escaping my mouth at this. His erection was now pressing into me. And I couldn't have felt more dirtier.

In all of two seconds, the rough, tight grip he had on me was gone and I was tumbling to the ground. I fall back, my head hitting the wall on the way down. I hiss in pain, grabbing my head.

I look up in time to see a man, wearing all black, towering over the man who just tried to rape me. He was huge, in height and muscle. His stance emitted power, and a sinister aura filled the space around us.

My eyes widen as the man grips the rapists throat, squeezing tightly. Blood starts to pour out of the mans mouth and I press my back against the wall, wanting to look away but not being able to.

Crack.

I gasp as blood spatters everywhere when he rips his throat out, his trachea resting in my saviors hands. I continue to gape, even as the body hit the ground with a sickening thud.

I stare at the body, as blood leaks from his..or what was once his throat.

A shadow looms over me.

"Are you okay?" a voice asked softly. I pay him no mind, still staring at the body. The person who was just gruesomely murdered. How did he do that?

"Love," the voice repeats. And I instantly recognize it this time. The man from my dream. Him.

I look up, and once again I'm captured by the blue eyes. But this time, they weren't so bright. They were dark, as if there was a cloudy storm brewing behind them.

He reaches out a hand, that was now filled with multiple rings. A huge one with a certain crest resting on his middle finger.

"Y-you're him." I whisper, my eyes widening as I move away from him.

A knowing look glistens in his eyes but he steps closer, "Let me help you. You're hurt."

"S-stay away from me!" I scramble backwards, gaining enough strength to pull myself up to my feet.

"You're going to hurt yourself, Samira. Stop." He just said my name. How the hell did he know and why did I like it so much?I turn, taking off  into the dark alley way.

In a second, he's in front of me, his body looming over mine. My breath catches in my throat as I skid to a stop.

Annoyance flicker in his eyes, and he starts taking slow steps towards me. I take a step back, groaning internally when my back hits the wall.

He places his hands on the sides of my head, leaning down so he was eye level with me.

"Didn't I tell you to stop?" He asks quietly, softly. But there was something else that made that question sound more dangerous than it should have been. His dark eyes look deep into mine as his cool, minty breath fans over my lips.

He licks his lips, glancing down at mine for a moment before looking back up at me. I couldn't help but glance down at his. They looked so soft, and as he licked them they looked even more appetizing.

I blink, my vision becoming blurry. All of a sudden the pain rushes back to me and I reach my hand up, touching my head. When I pull it back, my hand was covered with blood. Oh fuck no.

"Samira." There goes it again. The way he said my name brought chills down my spine—in the best way possible.

My knees go weak and I feel arms wrap around me quickly, hauling me up.

I was going to faint. In a strangers—barely— a strangers arms.

And I did just that, my eyes closing as his body warmth seeped through me. And I would never admit how safe I felt for the first time in years, within the arms of a man I've dreamt of.