Ante Meridiem: Chase After Nightfall

Agony Behind Sunlight

I blinked twice.

I am awake now but as I remembered what happened earlier before I lost consciousness, I closed my eyes again and sank deeper on the bed of my enemy.

I lost, besides, what's there to fight for?

"Wake up." tired voice thundered behind me.

I ignored it and closed my eyes tighter believing that people in horror movies are too stupid to check on the ghosts and that's how they all end up dying.

"Do I really have to hold a gun everytime we talk?"

I ignored it, holding on to my prejudice against him.

I heard him sigh in disbelief probably realizing I wasn't afraid of death anymore so he could no longer threaten me with that.

I puffed as i felt this still unknown murderer hovered on top of my "sleeping" body leaning close to my ears making sure every inch of his breath would reach my senses,

"Shall I kiss this sleeping beauty now to awaken her? Hmm, I just slayed a dragon anyway."

My heart that paused its beating a while ago, came to life once again rumbling like horses galloping back and forth.

Is he a psychopath or something?

I rose pushing my arms against his chest trying to fight this man's objectionable remark,

"No thanks, I wanna die decent."

It feels like, all my energy to put up a fight went zero after I went hysterical moments ago.

He smirked,

"Feisty. I think you grew up so well."
I stared at him with confusion on what he said.

It took me a while before I realized how near I was to him, and as funny as it may seem I had the time to notice how the strands of his pitch black hair fall freely on his forehead, his nose perfectly sculpted with lips that resembles a rose.

I should've known why the rest of the universe are left undiscovered when all were carefully hidden in his deep midnight eyes.

"By the way, yeah I murdered your friend." he smirked,

and that being said, was enough to wash all the fantasies away assuring to emphasize the last word depicting how scandalous our friendship was.

With all my anger, frustration, and fear, I pushed him and slapped him without knowing where I got the audacity to do so.

I sat on the bed and yelled,
"How could you?!"

Tremor was clearly heard in my voice as anger eats me like a hungry carnivore would feast on his prey.

"Because I love you?"

He said in full sarcasm as he chuckled in off humor without minding what I did.

"Who are you?" I probably asked this a million times and I'm hoping he'd answer me this time.

"Luke."
He said like how his name is something I should never forget.

He probably noticed how I stared at him blankly, asking for a more detailed origin of his existence, so he continued.

"King Lucas Farro VII, and you Wave Varshavski, is my Kingdom's queen."

I was caught off guard for a second before I started laughing. I laughed like a bitch who went crazy.

"A queen of what? Kingdom of bloodbath?"

and as if I just pulled the trigger off, his midnight eyes turned deep red like blood and fire. He took my neck in his grip in half a second trapping the passage of my breath.

I didn't even asked him to let go. It felt like, he was even giving me a favor.

Then a knock came rushing disturbing the process of my death.
"Captain, out first, we need you."

It was as if he was poured with cold water as he quickly let go of my neck and his eyes switching to his calm hue. I never failed to notice how it widened at the sight of me coughing my life out as I fell on his floor.

It took me a few seconds before I was able to check on him.

It was his eyes that left me puzzled. It was fear against anger.

Then he stormed out of the room leaving me beffudled of what I have gotten myself into.