Semua Bab The Darkest Obsession : Bab 1 - Bab 10

He looked up at me with eyes glinting with mischief and a corner of his lips titled up. "You're late", he said in a low whisper, audible enough for me to hear but barely. He was dressed in black pants and a black button up shirt,with its first buttons left undone and the sleeves folded up to his elbow. He took a step closer, disregarding my statement. "I said 'drop your weapon'!", I shouted, tightening the hold I had on my gun. My legs shook slightly. Out of fear or something else? I was unsure. But it was certain,I was scared. I grinded my teeth and aimed the gun in between his eyes ,"I'll shoot! Drop the damn knife" "Dagger", he corrected, tilting it in between his fingers whilst adjusting his posture a bit," Knife is what you use to butter bread" "Do I look like I fucking care?" I think there wasn't a lot of spite in my last statement because it amused him,broadening his smirk so much,it was a full smile now. He didn't move. Didn't even flinch at the gun aimed between his eyes.

* It was dark and quiet as I tried to move, sprawling my arms about to try to feel something, anything. A faint scent of woodsmoke tickled my nostrils. I walked slow and steady, taking one step at a time as I searched for anything to help explain or describe where I was. A low hum vibrated through the darkness, growing louder with each step. I felt my heart beat rapidly as I attempted moving. A chilling whisper slithered through the air. I was scared. There wasn't a single flicker of light and a whift of breeze to help identify if I was outside, in a basement, on a roof top or not. As thoughts of murderous and gory information scuttled through my head, I felt myself trip-and fall. I fell forward and expected to land on a hard ground, cringing my already face to get ready for the impact. The hard ground wasn't coming, I was still falling. I wanted to shout but my lips were closed shut. The hum grew into a deafening roar, and the scent of smoke intensified, now acrid and burning. So,

This time when I woke up,outside my window wasn't dark anymore and there were no nightmares that had me heaving, sweating and panting. I let out a shuddering breath as I threw the covers off me. My head felt heavy. I had woken up with a pounding headache, the kind that spreads from behind your eyes to the base of your skull. Last night's tears had dried on my cheeks, leaving my skin feeling tight and uncomfortable. I'd promised myself I wouldn't cry anymore, but sometimes promises are hard to keep when the nightmares come. I still had the grey shirt and black pants I wore to the bar on. It was unnerving; the way the nightmares always hit like I'm having my breath knocked out. And then I find myself at a bar, trying to drink it all away. But it was different this time as I kept on feeling like I was being watched. Slacking my shoulders, I tried to make sense of the past few days. My fingers curled around the sheet I was on as I struggled to think of when I've ever had a sense of nor

I felt the hair on my skin stand at the sound of the voice. Deep, husky and rich. For a moment I couldn't move. I felt it. I knew I stopped breathing. But still, somehow, my heart kept beating, rapidly. I felt him behind me, tall and still, like a storm waiting to be called. Slowly, I got control of my nerves, my body and turned towards him. I wanted to shut my eyes to whatever I was about to see. I wanted to let the glass slip from my hand into the ground and watch it crash and shatter. Like some sort of distraction, so I could escape, so I could run away from him. Was this how it felt to be around him up close? I was terrified.He was dressed in all black. A silk like shirt with the top unbuttoned just enough to know it was deliberate and a dark suit that fit him too perfectly. His face was sharp and looked like it was sculpted by the gods themselves. High cheekbones, strong jaw and full lips. A corner of it curving up into a half smirk.He knew. He knew what his prescence had don

"What's a pretty thing like you doing out by this time?" Diego asked as he stalked towards the girl in a black dress. The detective."Mind if we walk you home?" Luke appeared behind her, tracing his fingers down her arm.I watched her freeze as she realized she was cornered by both men on the sidewalk. The dress she had on slipped up her thighs and Diego's gaze fell there. His lips curled into a disgusting smirk and his tongue darted out to lick it. "My my... You are a beauty."Jude took a step back but ended up bumping into Luke, gasping at the impact. "Stay back." She said, stepping to the side and away from them. The slight tremor rolling off her shoulder blades gave her away; she was nervous, afraid some would call it. But my detective wasn't scared. I knew what fear was and it didn't look like that. She looked like she was weighing her odds, doing the maths drastically in her pretty head. I didn't know how I should feel. It wasn't an execution, it was simply a warning of a sort.