Chapter 3: Night 1/ Part 2

Faith's Pov:

I watch his calculating eyes as he analyzed my face a look of longing covering his features and for some odd reason, I felt drawn to him.

"Who is he?" I asked staring into the eyes that captured me as if they hypnotized me

Dimitry glares in hatred "He's bad news doll I would stay far away from him" He replied

I look around the tables it seemed in this club everyone is glaring at everyone this must be a bad part of town I gathered in my innocent head little did I know this was normal in this town.

"What happened to him?" I asked glancing at the scar as he walked to the bar

Dimitry doesn't comment no one does but for some reason, I was curious about this man.

"I'm going to go get myself a drink," I said

They looked at me "I can come with," Dimitry said rising up quickly

I raise an eyebrow "Dimitri it's not like he's going to bite me he looks harmless," I said

Obviously, my naive brain refused to believe he was harmful at the time

I walk over to the bar sitting two spots away from him hollering the barmen over he made my cocktail Pinky Peaches it was called...a stiff drink and with good reason, glancing in the corner of my eye to this mysterious nightwalker they called him he swirled his drink it was so thick it looked almost like blood but that thought went over my head I should have really listened to my intuition.

He cleared his throat "I hear you are the new girl in town?" He asks looking at me

My innocent eyes reach his something swirled in their love...lust I was confused but answered his question "Yes It seems everyone is interested in the new outsider..." I replied

He chuckled deeply sending a shiver cascading down my spine "Well you do stick out to most of the town you don't look at me in disgust or others like me" He said sighing a little

I caught it intrigued "Why would you disgust me?" I questioned

He looked up something crossing his features as in realization. He dragged his finger down his scar line ending at his mouth raising an eyebrow.

"Just because you have a scar doesn't make me disgust you each scar tells a story, each scar means you survived an ordeal they don't make you weak they make you stronger I...speak from experience" I drawled out the last part.

My dad was horrible I have scars on my back from the spiked whips he used If I made mistakes whether it was when I was training or didn't get A's at school no one has ever seen them I wore shirts at the beach to cover the marks because it raised suspicion, it raised questions and I couldn't have my father going to jail no matter how much I hated him to the core.

Alessandro's Pov:

"You..speak from experience?" I questioned

Looking at this girl her eyes held a hurting as If she had painful memories I looked at her trying to figure her out, does she have scars? I questioned myself.

"Yes, I do." She replied leaving no room for me to question further

Which I understood as she sipped her cocktail, I nodded "So what made you move to Forestville we don't get a lot of vacant people coming to live out here" I asked her I finally see that beautiful smile grace her plump lips.

"Well, I don't have let's say the best relationship with my family at this present moment" She replied twirling her drink with the straw.

"If you don't mind me asking why?" I asked wanting to know her deepest darkest secrets, her eyes reached mine.

Faith's Pov:

I felt compelled to tell this stranger my life story his hazel eyes burning into my own, I cleared my throat "Well...my father wanted to marry me off to this psycho the guy had weapons sharpened wood, holy water it's as if he was hunting something he was always out half the time...I thought it was vampires maybe he was just delusional" I said humor in my voice making him slightly smirk at my comment about the vampires.

I continued saying "He nevertheless was a complete maniac they called him Cain The Devil for many reasons...I had enough packed a duffle bag and all the money I saved the final straw was when my mother sided with my father, I thought she was on my side but I thought wrong and here I am I guess...oh my god why am I telling you this" I said coming to the realization I just told him things I've never told anyone willed myself not to tell anyone it's as if it came out 'What the hell is wrong with me.

Alessandro's Pov:

'Cain The Devil' I heard stories from my kind she doesn't seem to know what he has been involved in, That comment about vampires made me want to laugh because she was sitting right next to one oblivious in her innocent mind, so that means she doesn't know about our history but I was no idiot they called him Cain The Devil for many reasons, 'The torture methods were brutal he impaled our kind hung us up like we were vermin watching us squirm laughing while we died I escaped with a scar down my face my sister was less fortunate in that department.

All my kind in the club listened in on the conversation we were having with a knowing glint in their eyes, They say when we find out soul mates our eyes shine brighter than normal, I shook my head at my first command warning him to back down I knew he wanted to egg me on to turn her right there he furrowed his eyebrows but complied with my request it would become a blood bath in here If he made an unstable move.

"Did he ever hurt you?" I asked

"Once or twice..." She paused

Then continued "More than I can count" She finished

She shook her head as If waking out of her daze and looking back on her trauma, I call over the barmen I look at him once he nods grabbing a napkin and a pen, I write my number down

"Call me...and I wouldn't trust your new friends," I said coldly seeing Dimitri making his way over here.

Knowing my eyes turned an onyx color her eyes widened slightly her green eyes stared into mine she slowly nodded, and I left gesturing with my head to the clan half of the bar leaving with me.