The Devil's Fire

Damiano

I flung the car door open, sprinting out of there before it could even come to a stop. The branches under my shoes snapped, and trees were flying past me as I ran with all my might deep into the woods.

I had to get to her before it was too late.

I let out a snarl when I spotted the bastards who were chasing them and clutched the knife tightly in my hand. Shooting them was too merciful. I wanted them to feel excruciating pain before ending their worthless lives.

I grabbed the one nearest to me, plunging my knife deep into his throat, watching him squirming under my hold as he choked on his blood.

But it was still not enough to satisfy my rage and hunger. I was thirsty for every single drop of their blood.

I tossed him aside and grabbed the next one, watching the life disappear from his eyes as I ended his life before getting to another. I swung my knife left and right, getting soaked in their blood as I slaughtered my way to her.

My entire body froze as I dropped the last one in my view. A cold chill ran down my spine at the sound of her screaming echoing in the forest.

My heart stopped beating.

I was late.

I moved my legs. Running faster and faster into the darkness of the forest.

Until I finally saw her.

“Damiano…” She said, relieved when she saw me. I halted in my steps, watching in dread when she winced and blood started to flow out of her.

“No…” I breathed out.

Tears streamed down her face, and she looked at me, shattered.

I held her tightly in my embrace, trying to somehow protect her. But I was too late.

Once again.

Althaia

I looked in the mirror, giving a nod to myself when I was pleased with how I looked. I was wearing a long black backless silk dress with thin straps, the front was a deep v-plunge neckline that showed quite a bit of my cleavage. The dress was tight from the top and got a little loose from the hips as there was a long split on the right side, stopping mid-thigh. I finished the look with a pair of open-toe black stilettos with straps around the ankle. I did a simple brown smokey eye which complimented my green eyes and had them look a bit cat-like. I decided to let my long curly and heavy brown hair be as it was, but with a pretty and shiny hair clip to lift some of the hair away from my face on the right side.

I continued to fiddle with my hands before forcing them to remain still as I took a deep breath. My body was filled with nervousness.

“Get it together, what’s the worst that can happen?” I asked myself, building up the courage to leave