It was another one of those full moon nights with the wind whispering loudly through the sleeping city and shrouding Owens in a dangerous haze.
Another one of those sleepless nights, when William didn't answer his damn cell phone. Logically, he would rather go out with a black dagger in the waistband of his pants than with the damn device that, by heavens, wouldn't even give him any trouble. But hey, it was Hanzel. The problem kid. The cursed one.
Expecting normality from him would be foolish.
The ancestral mansion was silent. Miranda—the kindly housekeeper—had retired for the night long ago, and that night especially was for an emergency meeting at Georgia's library. The thought of William being there was impossible, he only showed up out of boredom on days of torture.
Hanzel, oblivious to the worry him caused and any harm him might suffer, followed the new girl in town with great interest after her hasty escape from the Georgia library. The worn but bright and obvious sign reading “Urban Angels” seemed to have scared the newbie who was nothing more than fearful prey in Hanzel’s eyes.
Alexis, the girl without attributes — in Liam's extremely judgmental view —, was an easy target for his charms. Sarcasm could be a charm he wore with pride and it was hard for anyone to escape the magnetism of his dark blue eyes.
"You know that person?" Alexis questions, interrupting himself with his own rambling of something he didn't hear, as they walked down the eerily silent and deserted street to her house.
Like the good gentleman he was not, but had no trouble pretending to be, William took the poor lost little girl home. How kind.
"Who?" He follows the girl's not-so-discreet gaze to a figure leaning on a motorcycle, dressed in black and with a not-so-friendly expression.
His cobalt eyes light up with a certain amusement knowing that the entire afternoon of ignoring you seemed to have had quite an effect and heavens, it amused him deeply.
"Oh, the little doll? Yes, I know her very well." He comments with a mysterious smile full of hidden intentions, receiving a confused look from the girl next to him.
She seemed to want to say something more, but she felt your gaze on her and that was enough to send a chill down her spine with an intense tremor and a panic alert screaming in her head.
"Don't look too hard, she may look harmless. But she'll definitely make a voodoo doll and stab you to death." William comments in a teasing tone, laughing as if the idea was amusing enough for his sadistic side and the morbid pallor on Alexis' face increased his amusement.
"I-I...have to go." She stumbles over her own words, stumbling a few times as she runs to her own house, leaving William to enjoy his own fun.
With careful and unhurried steps, he approaches you with his disheveled black hair looking like he had just woken up, a smile on his face and his eyes shining in ecstasy.
"Come on doll, it's cold. You don't want to be a witch's treat, do you?" He teases by leaning over you, the deliberate purr and bite on your earlobe increasing the silent fury in your being. "Doll, come in."