Black Rays

CHAPTER 27

When her parents died, Monica painted death as a very powerful and ruthless beast that took away life and left souls to wonder. She feared it!
But now, seeing such a massive man at her door way with two others bleeding onto her carpet she thought death was a ridiculous coward. It came just when she was about to get to the finish line. Just a moment ago, she was baking the two men into a heap of blood sparing them the whip of death. But now, here she was facing another one who looked mightier compared to her small frame and height. The coward was here to snatch her away when the pain on her thigh was driving her nuts.
Damn it! She thought she was done. The smell of blood was making her sick already, and now another man was walking into a death trap? Or maybe leading her into one?

She stood up, ignoring the sting of her injured thigh.
She tightened the grip on the gun, her index finger edging on the trigger. Her heart rammed her chest mercilessly. She was going to kill this one, she didn't have the energy to fight. But again, fear was making her waver... what if...
Her eyes pierced through the darkness, scanning the silhouette at the door.
She smirked, well... He probably had no idea a gun was pointed at him.
Good!
He might as well die from cardiac arrest!
Just when she was about to pull the trigger, she was blinded by the lights. She saw white for a moment then her eyes adjusted to the light in the room.
She sighed with relief when she saw who it was. She'd never thought she would be so relieved to see this guy. She lowered the gun, relaxed her fingers and let it hit the tiled floor.
Tears gathered in her eyes, she could not explain the relief that washed all over her. Like she had suddenly been reborn, she stepped back trying to keep her balance. She felt very exhausted...
The man whose handsome features were masked with worry and concern strode across the room hastily. His long legs working to his advantage, but he felt like she was standing a mile away, far from his reach.
A bitter smile eased on her lips as tears trickled from her eyes.

"Sebastian!"

The relief in her voice could not be mistaken, neither was the gladness in her watery eyes.
The man took one last step, his hand holding the back of her head and pulled her into his arms.  Her soft cheeks bumping against his massive chest.
He held her tight, his massive frame swallowing her small figure entirely. Monica shut her eyes, trying to calm her trembling heart and hold back her tears. It was not a good idea to break down... No, she wouldn't break down.
If she did, then, she wouldn't be able to recover. So she swallowed as relief engulfed her entirely warming her up. His scent dominated the sickly smell of blood in air and that felt like home.

His scent felt like home!
His warm body felt like home!
The fear of admitting that or even discovering it made her fear herself and everything associated with him. She feared it ever since she met him and found herself memorizing every single thing about him. Memorizing how he behaved, how his fingers twitched when he was pissed, how his ears turned red when he was embarrassed , how his hand slid across his neck when he was lying. She knew all that, he was allergic to peanut and bananas. She knew all that without asking. She knew too much about his personal preferences just after spending only a few days with him! He was her greatest fear, he was her greatest mistake!

He stepped back, inspecting her from head to toe. When he saw the dark patch on her pants he bit his lip guiltily his eyes red with anger.

"I am always late" he said it more to himself than her.
Then he pulled out his jacket and wrapped it over her shoulders.
He looked around, grabbing her scarf she had discarded on the sofa earlier and tied it over the wound.
"That would stop the bleeding for a while, come on we should get you to the hospital."
"The mess..." She pointed at the two unconscious men.
"Someone will clean it!" He said hastily turning around "come on, get on my back quickly "
"Seb...
"Or I will carry you in my arms!"
Monica but her lip, embarrassed then slowly climbed onto the man's huge back. She was burning red.
He was her boss for heaven's sake!
Then he made his way out of the house down the stairs towards his car.