Chapter 5

Sweet Aphrodite's POV

I want to glance at Sir Pablo, to see if he is still fine, but I can not remove my gaze in front of me. The vampire is eyeing me with so much desire and hunger. I feel like if I make a move, he will take that opportunity to attack me.

With our spot under the lampost, I got a clear view of him. His eyes are red, fully red. Unlike the human eyes, he doesn't have any white spot making him more monstrous and terrifying. I froze when he extended his hand to touch me. His cold palm touched my face. I am so disgusted that I want to push it away but I am just frozen like a statue.

"I can smell your blood. I am hungry. But I am also hungry for something else."

The end of my hair stood, feeling the disgust in every part of my body when he said that then eyed me sensually. I inhaled sharply and was about to push him so I could run but it seems like he was able to read my next move. He grabbed me towards him and in a snap, he is already hugging me from the back with his one hand holding my both wrists.

My eyes widened when I saw my professor's state. He's being punched playfully by the other vampire, torturing him. Regret dawned on me. We could have avoided this if we planned well or if we did not do this at all. But regret is really at the end when you are already hopeless and in a state when you want to change everything.

I struggled when I realized our position. He laughed breathily and sniffed on my hair. My eyes began to feel warm, tears are building up. Crying wouldn't do anything better but worse so I tried to stop it. I struggled as hard as I can but with his defense as hard as a stone, I am just like a small wave against a towering wall.

He touched me in my neck with his other hand down to my chest. I shouted in disgust and tried to kick him. He just laughed and pushed me down the ground effortlessly then pinned my wrists up to my head. I felt in every part of my body the disgust and terror when he kissed me on my neck. I pushed him with my feet but he just pinned it with his knees.

It is pitiful being this fragile and helpless. When every vein in your body wants to fight but you just couldn't because you are powerless. It is painful and soul-wrecking.

"Stop! Please!" I cried, knocking some mercy on the monster on top of me.

But he is heartless. A monster like him won’t even feel any sympathy. He is deaf for my cries and all he could think is what would he get from me.

I closed my eyes tightly, not wanting to see how he would feast on my body after he ripped off my jacket. I still tried to struggle, but it is nothing. He ripped off some parts of my shirt too. The cold air in the middle of the night touched my skin in the stomach.

"You are mine now!" he announced victoriously.

The loud sound of a gunshot made me flinch. I realized that it was supposedly directed to the vampire on top of me but it failed when he was able to move his head to the other side. As if it was nothing, he began kissing me again.

"Get off of her!" Sir Pablo shouted angrily but it was followed by another grunt from him.

I don't know if I should be happy because he's still alive and it seems like he could match the vampire even for a bit, but I can't just celebrate with my state.

I closed my eyes and felt that my body is already tired from struggling. If just someone can hear me, please... I won't be driven by my curiosity again.

"Please... save me," I whispered helplessly in the middle of my cries.

"Get off." A cold baritone voice commanded that made the vampire on top of me freeze.

I remember hearing that voice in a gentle husky tone but it is now cold and terrifying.

My breathing slowly became even. When I opened my eyes, I saw his huge built standing near my feet. The light from the lampost gave a generous clear view of him. He is wearing an unzipped black jacket without a hoodie. The few strands of his hair are touching his forehead, almost reaching the top of his half-mask. My lips parted in awe when I noticed that he has a manly haircut but there is a thin bunch of his hair from his nape that is braided and its length is resting on his shoulder down to his chest.

When our eyes met, his gray pair of eyes turned into crimson red. It is so magnetic that I can't look away.

"F-forgive me, Lord Lenn--"

The vampire was not able to finish his sentence. In a snap, he is already strangled by the man wearing a mask. I just watched him effortlessly carried the vampire with one hand. I just blinked then the vampire is already turning into ashes.

"I did not permit you to speak, as$hole," he uttered dangerously while watching the ashes vanishing into the thin air.

I closed my eyes and let myself be comfortable on the ground after the horrible thing I just experienced. I am thankful that he came to save me. I need to make sure not to be in a dangerous situation again. I almost died tonight. Almost.

"I already warned all of you... touching her will be the death of you…" he said mercilessly and an agonizing cry from the other vampire disturbed the quiet night.

I can't imagine what happened. At least, I don't want to imagine. I have already seen and experienced so much violence that it feels like I could take another scene anymore.

I did not feel even an ounce of pity for them. They deserved it. They deserve to die and never victimize anyone, ever again.

Is it already done? Are we finally safe? But his mere presence relieves me.

I opened my eyes when I felt a gentle touch on my face. I saw him staring at me intently. His index finger traced the skin on my cheek down to my jaw and neck. He clenched his jaw and stared at my neck. Looking so mad, his eyes turned red again.

"My innocent Sweet Aphrodite loves to put herself in danger, huh?" he whispered through his husky voice.

I swallowed the lump in my throat when he mentioned my whole name. He sounds gentle and dangerous at the same time. Is that even possible?

He stared at me again. "You are damn stubborn," he slowly added then rolled his tongue on his lips. "But don't worry, I'll always save you."

It sounds like a warm promise in the middle of the cold night. I bit my lower lip to stop my sob. "Thank you..." I whispered.

"It pisses me off when someone hurt or touched you." He removed his jacket while he's saying that. I watched him and waited for him to remove his mask but to my disappointment, he didn't.

He gently helped me to sit and covered my ripped clothes with his jacket. I watched him zipped it up. He sighed after a while then tucked the few strands of my hair behind my ear.

I stared at his face that caught his attention. "Who are you?" I asked.

He clenched his jaw before he stood and carried me in a swift move. "You will know, soon..." he answered and started to walk towards the car.

I was able to see Sir Pablo who is lying on the ground, unconscious. My eyes grew wider, scared for his situation.

"He's alive," the mysterious man who is carrying me uttered. I sighed in relief and nodded after hearing that. "Don't trust anyone. Don't go with anyone. You don't know what they are thinking about you," he added then opened the door.

"Even you?" I asked in a small voice.

He placed me on the seat beside the driver's seat. He crouched down and leveled his face on me. My fingers are itching to remove his mask, curious to see his face. But I feel like it will anger him and I don't like that idea.

"Trust me, only me."