Creating the Fire

Chapter 1 part 2

Evelin knew, the man before her eyes made her crazy and feel hot, but he wasn't worth her. He was just some jerk, who was playing around with her. Damn handsome fuckboy, that anyone could liked to have. She was unlucky with guys because everyone did this to her. When she had woken in the morning the week before and discovered that she was naked and alone, at first she hoped it all was just a dream. She remembered meeting Nick and the memory of him was too awesome to believe. When she found two hundred bills with a little note 'thank you for the night' she hoped those words were true. She had waited for this jerk to come back, but he never did. That could have been romantic, but all turned out to be just her stupid imagination.

New music had already started and he thought that Evelin wouldn't do anything to kick him out. He felt like walls were getting in and the men got closer by every second. "Fuck you, Nick!" she shouted and hit some random glass to the floor. It fell into pieces, which scattered around the floor. Someone screamed, not yell, but it was a high-pitched shriek that other glasses on the bar could have broken if it had lasted longer. Visitors seemed shocked. Finally, he got attention, what he had wanted.

" I hate you, I hate, I hate you!" she yelled and burst into tears, she was angry. "I thought you were better human, I thought you were different! I waited for you!" those words didn't make him regret, what had done, but he would have liked to snap bittersweetly "everyone does, but you were wrong". "Nick, you damn fucking devil angel," it almost seemed nice of her, he smiled and made face like she were out of her mind and he was bored to death. "I hate you! You hear me? I hate you! You ruined my life! You used me as your whore!" she was helpless and he decided to help her a little. "Oh, he pretended to be surprised and stepped a little backwards, words came out a bit blurry, he was supposed to be drunk, was I mistaken then?"

" Get out! Get out of my sight and never come back! Get out!" Evelin was hysterical, she fell totally apart. Maybe he shouldn't have done it to someone, who wasn't worth it, but it was the only way. He didn't want to care. He never could. Caring was a weakness, that could destroy him one day. Loving was a mistake too and he was sure that it won't happen to him. He is a soldier, an assassin, a killer and the devil himself. Such words as 'love' doesn't exist.

She tried to batter his chest, but he avoided her hits and tried to back away, but someone took hold of his hands. Two men were next to him, holding him in the place. They were the ones, who had eyed him and now they held him in between their bodies. The crowd started to panic, but the barman tried to calm them. "Come with us or we are going to kill the girl," a rough whisper in his ear threatened and squeezed his hand almost painfully. Even if he didn't care what they were going to do with her, he needed them to focus on him and not involve innocent people.

" Yeah, whatever," He said aloud for others to hear it and not do doubt anything," You don't need to throw me out, I'll do it of my free will." He smiled charmingly and shake their hands off him and tipped out his tongue with a little snicker. The man seemed hesitating and gave him doubtful looks. He smiled brilliantly, threw his blonde fridge to the side, straightened himself, and started coggle towards the door. One of the men come to walk next to him and said quietly:" Try something funny and you won't see the other day, Prince."

" Hey, brother," irony burned his throat and he laughed bitterly," thank you for coming. Biggy bag?". The men looked him over with a hateful frown and managed to say through gritted teeth," you stink." He laughed loudly and threw his arms over two other men's shoulders. "Your friend there is rude," he breathed out slowly and smirked thoughtfully. The was easy, he could handle them.

When they were out of the bar the cold night wind hit him on the face. It was colder than he thought, but it was a relief to be out of that stinky bar. He tried not to forget, what he had almost forgotten for those months. Now he was Prince, not Marcel, who he was born to. He was someone else, but he couldn't forget his real identity, as it is said 'pretend to be yourself not anyone else'.

As he had thought before, those three men had company, who were waiting for them outside. He only needed a little bit more till they were behind a corner and he could take care of all of them. When they were out of sight, someone stepped out of the shadows two others besides him. Suddenly all of them came out of somewhere and there were more of them than he had guessed.

" Hola, Prince," the man before him smirked and checked over him, he had shaved his head and instead of hair he had a huge dark tattoo, but it was too dark for him to see, what was drawn there," it's indeed nice to meet you, let me introduce myself..."   

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I decided to publish after every week for a while :)

Did you notice I added a song on top? (I feel that this song suits perfectly to my story)

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