Chapter 35

“Damon...Damon...Damon.." I called out after 30 minutes of getting to the spot without seeing him.

I was hoping he would respond to my calls and come out...but he never did and I felt hopeless and heartbroken. I waited for another 30 minutes, calling out his name some more but it was the same thing so I headed back home with a grieved spirit.

Has he left Lake Hill? Won't I be seeing him again?

So many heart breaking questions kept popping in my head as I made the long journey back home but the night suddenly became cold and I found myself wrapping my body with my arms for warmth but it wasn't really enough.

I should have worn something much thicker than this, I thought as I glanced at the light fabric top I was putting on.

The cold was becoming too much, it's not even winter but it's freezing out here. Does it want to rain? I don't plan to stay out here to find out so I quicken my steps. However as I walked past a street something caught my attention by the corner.

“Let me go!.. Somebody please help me!" I could see a lady screaming and it appeared as if she was being assaulted by two men.

They had her pinned at the wall of a building and one was holding onto her arms while the other had his mouth buried in the girl's neck. Is he kissing her or biting her? It was hard to tell but I knew that the girl was in need of help and having experienced this myself I know how scared she is right now.

I needed to do something. I had to act fast.

Searching around for an object to arm myself with I saw an old, abandoned baseball bat.

“That will do," I said, arming myself with it, then ran to meet them.
“Let go of her or I will smash your head in!" I screamed out aggressively and I got their attention.

The two men turned to me and the one who had his face buried in the girl's neck was covered with red dripping substance. Is that blood??!

“What the fuck," I was shocked and my eyes went to the girl's neck which was covered and flowing of blood.

He was biting her after all. What type of sick people are these? Is this some form of satanic pleasure?

I really don't know and I didn't have much time to ponder over that again as they both have their eyes on me.

“This is a very pretty one," the man holding the lady in place said.

“Yes, very pretty. I would love to know what she tastes like," the man with blood in his mouth said.

I was scared but I didn't want to let them know. I am here after all to save someone's life. I can't afford to be scared. If Damon was scared the other day he wouldn't have been able to save me. I must do likewise.

“I said let go of her unless I will smash your heads in and I am not joking. Trust me I will!" I threatened, faking an attack with the base bat to make them scared but instead both of them burst out laughing.

“You should be more worried about yourself sweetie," the man with blood dripping mouth said, licking his lips evilly as he approached me.

My heart was racing inside but I was determined to save both myself and that innocent girl. Tightening my grip on the bat I was ready to swing it at his head.

“Back off!" I yelled as he approached me and I swung the bat at his head...but he caught hold of it and smiled evilly.

★

Location: Western Bay town. ( Club )

“Another shot," The beautiful Gloria said, stretching out her hand and the bartender filled her empty glass up.

“Ahh," she squeezed face slightly as she downed the whole liquid content in her throat.

“Fill it up," she ordered and the bartender raised an eyebrow as it was her sixth shot but he filled it anyway....

Gloria was intending to drink until she gets drunk, just like she has been doing for the past nights. Drinking has been her remedy to help heal her emotional pains not that it works anyways it only makes her forget for the meantime but when she feels sober the pains and heartaches come back even more painful than it were.

What can really heal her pain and end her misery is if Damon comes back to her but it seems that will never happen because he had somehow mysteriously disappeared out of existence.

Gloria was about to down her seventh glass when she heard a voice speak from behind her.

“Hello, beautiful." The person said, approaching her then sat at the stool beside her.

★

With only a towel wrapped around her wet body, from her chest to her lower thighs, Amelia peeped to see where Damon was as she slowly came out of the bathroom. There was no sign of him.

Stepping fully into the room she looked around and indeed Damon wasn't inside and she was both revealed and worried but more of the later.

“Where has he gone to?" She asked, talking to herself.

She was about to leave the room to go search for him but she remembered she hadn't dressed. Looking at her old clothes where they lay she saw it was now dirty and not proper to wear again until it's washed.

But what would she wear??

She didn't bring any of her clothes with her but then her eyes went to the large wardrobe and she approached it. Opening it up she saw lots of clothes but they were all male wears. She has no choice though than to wear one of them.

”This will do," she said, picking out a while long sleeve shirt but before she could put it on a thought came to her mind

Shouldn't she ask for permission first from Damon before wearing his clothes??

“I am sure he will understand," she shrugged it off then placed the shirt on the bed before she unwrapped the towel from her body, standing completely naked.

Taking the shirt she got dressed in it and it covered her body up, but only extended half way her thighs and she didn't button up completely, leaving the three top buttons unbuttoned not because she had any hidden agenda but because she just wants to be comfortable in the shirt.

“Now time to go look for that big bad wolf," she smiled silly then walked out the room...

Meanwhile Damon was on the balcony tray, outside the sitting room staring at the beautiful night sky in thoughts...

The past

Location: Hell

“For the Dark Lord!" A great war cry echoed throughout the empty, verse space and the multitude of soldiers charged against their enemies who charged back at them.

Swords clashed against swords in a loud song of metals and blades. Body upon body kept dropping to the floor, painting the already reddish soul red.

“Ahhhh!" Damon gave a warrior's shout as he sliced through flesh and bone with two long swords so swiftly and fast that the sound could be heard but his hands movement unseen to the eyes.

Like an elegant orchestra he manipulated his way through his enemies. Demons upon demons kept falling at his side in their numbers as he kept on dealing deadly blows like he was born to do this- kill.

Demons ain't easy creatures to kill but Damon was making it look so easy and that's because he knew the right spot to aim at which he had his teacher and cousin, Roshan to thank for. Roshan has been training Damon in the way of the sword and how to kill demons since Damon was but a child and now only 17 years of age Damon has become a deadly killer and sword master. Even at that though there are some high ranked demons that can't be killed by an ordinary sword...

As the battle went on six low ranked demons had Damon surrounded with their swords extending out.

”You are trapped, young prince and daddy isn't here to save you," one of the demons taunted Damon and they all laughed evilly as they slowly encircled him.

However Damon remained calm and composed as ever without moving his head or body to their movements but while still paying keen attention to his surroundings.

“Ahhh!"
They charged at him from the back but Damon was quick to block the strike like he had eyes at his back and with one swing of the sword he dropped two demons to the ground.

“Ahhhh!" Their cry was loud and sorrowful as they fell to the ground in dramatic fashion.

Another demon made an attack on Damon's head but his hands holding onto his sword fell off before it could even get to its target.

“Ahhhh! My hands!!" The demon cried out in shock and Damon swiftly stabbed him in the chest, straight in his heart and using the same blade, he chopped off his head.

The rest of the demons were looking terrified but they still attacked Damon... however they all met their end swiftly but painfully.

Damon's blade was covered and dripping of blood when he was done but there was no time to dwell on his victory as Damon gazed ahead and saw a demon, a high ranked demon slicing through his men like they were pieces of paper and thin cloth.