Lucas...the name of the man that permanently lives in my every nightmare. I know only an idiot would just assume that out of the millions of people with that particular name, they were specifically speaking about the Lucas I know of...but I couldn't resist caving in to fear despite the low possibility, the kind of raw fear that only Lucas can ever draw into being. With molded lips and trembling hands, I reached for the mug that Kasan had laid in front of me not too long ago and took a slow sip of the black coffee. The strong heat had already seeped into the mug and wasn't going to wane anytime soon, but I didn't flinch nor wince at the pain that scorched my palms. Simply put, my mind was too caught up to even register such trivialities. "What's up with you? You've been out of it for a while." Kasan piped up, right fist on his cheek as he stared intently at me. I didn't answer to his worries, in fact, I could barely even find it in me to breath. In years, I ha

My parents had just left for home not too long ago. While mom was reluctant to leave me here, Dad looked rather relaxed. After all those embarrassing questions he asked three days ago, I think he should be. Mom, however, looked like she wanted to question me, but she held her tongue. Seems like she's trying to come to terms with this. Hopefully, she can. Staying here in exchange for their lives was our agreement from the start. Plus, Kasan won't hurt me. He literally does everything I say. Speaking of which, Kasan hadn't returned from wherever. I thought he was just sparing me some time alone with my parents but now, I think not. Today would mark the third day since then and it's nearly nightime yet he still hasn't returned. Moreover, he also went out a few days ago and I assumed he was visiting his friend at the hospital, but what if that isn't the case? What if he's...lost interest? But do I have the right to complain? I mean, we aren't even dating....and we most definitely never

"So....you brought me to a bar for a date?" I reclined in the metal chair and frowned, my index finger drawing circles in the liquor Kasan had just gotten me. I originally thought that we were heading to a fancy restaurant or maybe even a simple tour somewhere...but not a fucking bar! Who brings their date to a bar? And not just any bar, but one filled with dozens of sweaty, stinky thugs! Just because my family is filled with people of these sorts, doesn't mean that I want my whole life centered around them! Any-fucking-where would've been ten times better than this! "I own this place." He chirped, pealing the serious expression off his face and sitting down with his million dollar smile now in place. He seemed to give others the cold shoulder, hence I'm not sure why he's been sooo...well...not 'nice', but lenient with me from the very first day we met. He did hurt my father and forced me into a position I didn't want to be in, but he has never hurt me nor has he ever threatened me

"I won't stop until 'he' acknowledges that I'm better than he will ever be. I will show him that even a monster...can still be human." His eyes met mine as soon as he spat his words and I gulped. His appearance all together held nothing but malice, hatred and pain. This kind of behaviour was both astounding and unsettling. I've never seen him show so many emotions all at once...And more importantly, I've never seen him look so dark and devilish. It makes me wonder...who is this man he keeps talking about? His father? Or is it someone else? "Why would any idiot think you're a monster? Killing your enemies and acting all cold-blooded and dominant is a huge part of this mob thing, right? It's not like you have two pointy horns and sharp teeth." I forced a laugh despite the fact that his aura made the whole place seem extremely gloomy. He shook his head. "There are times when I kill because I have to and other times....I kill because I want to. There's a clear difference..." He pulled

Kasan's POV: (Next chapter will be Clara's) "You didn't come here to simply inquire about such things, did you? If it is that you've been exposed then I hope you know that I don't take refugees. I suggest you leave while you're still breathing. I'm not in the best of moods." "T-That's not it. I j-just... It seems like s-something happened, father has even requested that you meet him someplace other than the usual rendezvous spot. He's either been exposed or t-they---" she gulped, face going pale. "--or they could've a-already killed him. S-Since he's the only one who has any chance of figuring out who this 'nightwalker' is, I was h-hoping you'd send a few of yo--" "No." I cut her off before she could venture further and with a sigh, I stood from my seat and folded my arms, the baton swaying by my side. Her wide eyes drifted down towards it and I saw her shift closer to the edge of the couch. There's no point in continuing this. I have no time for such trifling conversations. Stepp