He didn't see her first.

What hit him first was the exquisite aroma of her pure and clean blood . It was so exquisite , he nearly blacked out. Sitting on the barstool, he felt like the world stopped moving. Everyone and everything around him froze .

The only thing remaining was her.

The vampire woman kept purring at him but she couldn't see. Couldn't see that the edges of his irises were coloring into deep blood red.

Clenching his fists, his eyes searched for her wildly.

His sharp eyes didn't let anyone go uncheck . .he slipped from the barstool, the woman still not backing off. Not getting any reaction from him was upsetting her. It made her want him even more. Determined, her hand laid on his bicep and without a single thought he shook her off.

Annoyance darkening  his striking features as he glanced at the woman.

"Listen to me and listen well. I'm not interested.  Off you go now." The cold menace in his voice stirred something in her. .fear.

The cut throat rejection plummeting her confidence.

Frozen , she didn't dare move.

While he didn't wait for her reaction. He moved a little. . taking few steps. He swore he didn't imagine the scent.

It was as if. .as if it was calling him.

How insane did that sound. .

The club was drowning in music around him. People were trying to dance harder than the other. Grinding against each other. His eyes fell on the couch , a couple was occupying the couch where a vampire was having his fill from a human girl. The girl had her eyes shut, her mouth agape , her tongue swiped out . .licking her bottom lip. As if feeling his heavy gaze , her eyes opened . Staring at him across the floor , her lust laden eyes undressing him and—she winked . .the aroma of her blood was off putting. Stingy. . that wasn't her.

Just where did she go. .

Why did it feel like he was losing himself? If he didn't find her he was going to lose himself? Rubbishing his thoughts he moved towards the darker part of the club .

The V.I.P section.

The lights were more dimmed here, curtains were drawn to hide away the identity of their clients. He could hear everything , as clear as if he was right there in the room.

Watching everything happen.

The moaning, the laughs, the dirty whispers. .he could hear it— he stopped in his tracks. Yes! The scent was here! It was underlying the scent of sex. A trace of it. .he took in a deep breath . .shutting his eyes. .calling on all his powers. .

They came to him at once.

Whispering to him.

Humming in his ear.

Pledging their alliance to him.

The air around him charged with power unseen by others. Standing still in the dimly lit corridor , he send his powers . .scattering them around.

The air whooshed , as they entered in every room serving as his eyes—couple having sex—vampires having threesome—stripper showing her moves—a girl scared shitless on a couch.

His eyes opened, the last image printed on his black heart . She was in there , looking around . .afraid.

Why. .

Why was she scared?

This time he moved like lightning, standing right in front of the room . .a room that could barely hold two people . .a red velvet curtain drawn . .and then he heard it.

A whimper.

"D-don't come near me!"

Curious he listened intently .

A man laughed—rustling—the girl crying out in sheer terror.

The palpable fear in her voice dragging him to the edge , gnawing at his insides and he didn't know why. .had no idea why he couldn't bear that . .the terror in her voice .

As if . .she was about to die.

He didn't wait then.

Ripping away the curtain to a side , he stepped in the tight space and then his deep blue eyes landed on her.

She was sprawled miserably on the couch , her brown hair spilling down on the floor , one sleeve of her shirt torn giving away a glimpse of supple skin, her eyes snapped towards him . .the anguish in them rocking down to his core as a beast of a man loomed over her like a nightmare.

His hands on the belt of his jeans as if he was just about to unbuckle it.

"The fuck?!! Do you mind?!!" The beast snapped , his bushy eyebrows twitching in annoyance.

As if his voice pulled her right back to her senses she tried to sit up.

"Get away fro me!! Get off!" She yelled more like whimpered trying to push away at his meaty chest .

Growling, he raised his beefy hand in a bid to slap some sense into to her. She wrenched her eyes close for the incoming wrath. The beast didn't realize what was about to happened after that.

The man standing on the threshold was right on his head, his hand wrapped around his wrist in an iron grip.

The beast's eyes bulged out in pain and outrage. He cried out  as the girl pulled back her legs that were pinned beneath him and scrambled back on the couch.

Bringing her knees to her chest, shaking from head to toe. .she watched as the ethereal man pulled the beast right off of the couch , with a defeaning splat he crashed to the floor.

The floor nearly giving out under his weight.

"Fucking shit!! ! You don't know who you're messing—" he let out an ear splitting scream as his wrist was crushed , she feared the whole club had heard it.

The man with the wondrous blue eyes looked at him dead in the eyes.

"Do you know who I'm? Do you realize who you're talking to?" His voice was so calm, the calm right before a storm. .she felt the chill in her bones.

And then her breath slowed down a little when those eyes landed on her for a moment. .she felt as if he was scanning her . .

Now she wanted to hide behind the couch.

He stared back at the beast again who was spitting colorful abuses and—

Snap.

She jumped .

Sarah stared in terror.

Did he just . . broke his wrist?

The beast's horrendous screaming , writhing on the floor trying to soothe the pain of his broken wrist.

The man stood up, a cold smile on his face as he watched the fat man begging for mercy.

Asking to be spared.

The man tilted his head to a side.

"You didn't spare her. Why should I?" He asked , a dark humor lacing his voice.

She had a feeling whomever he was. .he was powerful. The surety in his voice , the way he moved screamed he had power.

"Please—p-please God please I'll do anything!!" Tears sprang in his murky gray eyes.

"I'm not a God but here you are worshipping me." He mocked.

And then his eyes settled on her small frame .

He asked a strange question. So strange she wasn't sure she heard it right. May be the trauma got to her.

"Do you want me to kill him?" He asked lightly as if he was talking about the weather.

Her lips went dry at his question and she saw the beast slithering towards her across the floor ,begging and crying to say yes—he went as far as to touch her legs with his good hand.

"Don't touch me!!" She pulled back from his touch, disgusted . Repulsed.

The striking man sighed softly.

"What did I say about touching her? Right. I didn't say anything. " She saw him moving with elegance she had never seen anyone with, towards the man kneeling .

He was standing right on his head but he was looking at her with an impassive face .

"Did he force himself on you?" He asked right in her face.

An invasive question.

She couldn't answer to that question. She tried to but she couldn't. Sarah didn't say anything but her eyes said all to him.

Damien pinched the bridge of his nose , the room filling up with cries—and then without warning he kicked him right in the ribs!

Crack.

Another yelp of pain.

Another powerful kick.

Crack.

He looked so wild—animal like. As if he wouldn't stop until he broke down the frame of the man. Until he break down every bone in his body.

This was getting too much. .

Too much for her. .

"Stop. ."

But he didn't hear her low voice.

He kept on with his assault.

"Stop!"

And he heard her because he did. Stop.

The man had gone unconscious way back. His face bloodied to the point of no recognition. His broken wrist at an unnatural angle. The shirt on his body tattered . .

He kicked so hard so viciously and yet he didn't get breathless. There was only one tell tale sign of his anger and that was one big fat vein popping on his forehead.

"What's your name?" He asked smoothly and she found his question odd at a time like this but she still managed to answer.

"S-Sarah Darrow." She replied meekly, trying to crush her legs to her chest

"Sarah." He rolled her name in his mouth as if liking the sound of her name. "I'm Damien."

She noted how he didn't let slip his last name.

"So . .Sarah. I think we should head out . .right about, " he glanced at the clock ticking on the wall ," now."

She nodded .

The sane Sarah would never do as a stranger said but right now there wasn't anything sane about her. Her nerves were jittery. Her legs trembling, her heart in tremors. .the only blanket of safety she had was this man.

God , she wanted to get out of this place . The stink on her body of the animal lying on the floor. She had to get a shower. .a warm , boiling shower.

Slowly, oh so slowly, she tucked away all the stray strand of her hair and then unsteadily she placed her feet on the ground. . standing up . .but the trauma in her body still hadn't vanished . .her legs felt woobly—and they gave out!

She was sure about hitting her head on the cold floor but she didn't.

A cold hand wrapped around her wrist , steadying her on her feet.

His cool grip soothing her heated skin somehow. .

"Careful now. " He said gently . .his fingers grazing her smooth skin. .

"I'm fine . " She said trying to sound brave.

Hastily, she tried to pull her hand back and he did let her go. .

The only reason she pulled back was well. .her torn sleeve. The left sleeve of her shirt was torn right down to her armpit and she wasn't sure if her bra was showing or not so. .

His eyes fell on how uncomfortably conscious she was of her shirt and how she was looking away from him, trying to cross her hands across her chest.

"Shit, that's one torn shirt you got." He said .

All she did was nod lamely.

And then she heard the rustling —

Something brown was shoved under her nose and she realized —it was his jacket.

A warm expensive jacket.

Surprised, she glanced at him. Not sure if what she was seeing was right?

"You need it , don't you?" He asked , his hand still outstretched.

A drop dead gorgeous man was helping her out. She should accept his kind gesture instead of over thinking about his intentions.

Quietly, she took the jacket from him and shrugged it on. Her delicate frame dwarfing under the heavy brown leather jacket. The sleeves falling off her hands.

"Here." He said suddenly , so suddenly she seemed like a gazelle caught in trap and then she tried to stop breathing as he reached out and rolled the sleeves of the jacket back. Just enough so she could see her hands.

"Better now. ." He commented.

She prayed he didn't see the heat on her face. It wasn't his fault . .she was not used to guys being in her face. She wasn't used to any guy , let alone a male like him.

But whatever it was. .

Now all she had to do was ask him one last favor.

And she did.

Eyes downcast she asked.

"Can you. .can you drop me home?"

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