Page 33 of Evelyn's Enforcer
“I… I’m Evie,” I stuttered.
“You’re fucking human!” she snarled, and again the sound was so hostile that I would have been stupid not to see it as the obvious threat it was.
“Er…”
At this she practically slithered from the bed like some golden snake. Then, she strutted over to me, her legs crossing slightly like she was walking on a runway. I couldn’t help but tense, rooted to the spot as she scanned her assessing eyes down me and back up again, the look of disgust clear on her face.
“Why, by the Gods would he bring something like you home?” she snapped venomously.
“Home?”
At this she sneered, “Well, it is as good as being mine.” I frowned at that, and she grinned because of it, telling me,
“I don’t know who the fuck you are, Evie… but I know who I am.”
“Y-y-yeah… and who… who is that?” I stammered again, trying to get my words to sound braver than I felt. Especially when she uncurled her fingers and allowed me to see her painted gold nails beginning to grow to impossible lengths. Like, fucking Wolverine had nothing on this chick!
“I am his fiancé and as for Greed…” At this she got in my face and snarled against my cheek,
“He is mine!”
Then she drew her arm back and swiped out, aiming for my head and making me duck out the way before she could rid me of my head and maim me. Then I did the only thing I could think to do, and that was to run to the door, open it, and scream as loud as I could.
“HELP ME AHHH!” This ended with having my wet hair pulled, the force of it yanking me backward as I was then tossed behind the crazed bitch. I skidded on the floor until coming to a stop at one of the chairs in his living space. So, I did the only thing I could think of and got to my feet, and picked up the smaller arm chair, now holding it out in front of me like a weapon.
“Oh please… now just what do you think you can do with that!?” she said, laughing before charging at me, and at the same time I swung it to the side, hoping to knock her to the floor before she reached me. However, she just ducked like a professional athlete and grabbed my ankle, tugging it hard enough that I fell to the ground. I quickly managed to turn onto my belly as I tried to scramble away, crawling toward the window. The night beyond showed me the deadly sight behind me as my attacker started to walk over me, and I felt her heeled foot dig into my lower back, pressing me down just as I was trying to reach out to hold onto anything.
Yet the desperate sight of me trying to survive would soon take the place of another trying to cling onto life. Because what I witnessed next was the most terrifying sight yet, one that started when I saw a dark entity begin to move along the floor at speed. It alternated between disappearing under the floor and erupting from it in deadly black spikes. Like crude oil had been given an ever-changing form. One moment being a fluid moving liquid, and the next an unbreakable solid rock. It traveled straight toward me in two parallel lines either side of the crazy bitch standing over me. But for now, she was too focused on killing me to notice the hellish danger coming up behind her.
Because in the second it took her to raise her arm and the weapon that was her hand, the black entity did the same. It was like the extension of some phantom of death looming behind her. The reflection of which was terrifying as the ends formed deadly spears that quickly stabbed into her hands before she could do any damage to me.
The sound of her howling in pain was one that seemed to almost whistle in the air as she was dragged away from me with such speed, her movements became a reflective blur of gold. After this and hearing her screams, I could do nothing but cover my head with my arms and cower in fear that I would be next.
“Ryker, enough!” I heard a stern voice say, and it received nothing but a hellish growl back.
“Fuck, Ryker! Leave the bitch to me and go to your woman!” Vander said again, and I instantly started shaking at that, not wanting to believe that the man I was falling for had anything to do with what just happened. No, it couldn’t be possible! I mean, I had seen him fight that monster in the bathroom, but I didn’t think it possible for him to be one far scarier!
Just what in the world had I fucking stumbled into? But most of all…
What the hell was he?!
“Fine, but the bitch will pay for her crimes!” he growled, and this time it sounded a little less Demonic, at the very least. But then I heard something being spoken quietly to him, and it sounded very much like whispered words of advice. So, I cracked an eye open and looked through the gap in my arms long enough to see the reflection of them both looking at me. Vander, with a now passed out, limp, and bleeding woman in his unforgiving grasp. I watched as Ryker nodded before jerking his head to the door, silently telling his friend to leave. Even the sound of the door closing made me flinch, but nothing like the feel of Ryker’s touch when he reached me.
“Easy now… I won’t ever hurt you, Little Dove.”
The sound of his gentle words battled in my mind, because as fearful as I was, a part of me still trusted in his words. That he wouldn’t hurt me. But how could I still believe this after what I had seen? I didn’t know. So, I thought back to all of the times where our paths crossed, right up to the very first meeting. All those gentle touches, when surely, if such a monster existed within him, he wouldn’t have extended such kindness toward me. So, what if all I had seen was his brutal reaction toward someone who wanted to hurt me, possibly kill me?
After all, hadn’t he just saved me?
Wasn’t he the hero in my story and not the enemy?
“Come on now, there is no need to hide from me,” he said gently, before lifting my arms up from my cowering head. When I allowed him to do so, he took this as his sign to do more. Something that came in the form of him shifting me to my back before sliding his arms under me. This was so he could lift me up into his arms, and I couldn’t help but admire his strength in doing so.
His eyes lowered to the sight of me now shivering in his hold as he walked me toward the bed. However, instead of just putting me down, he sat with me in his lap and wrapped his arms around me. Then he pulled the comforter from the end of the bed and draped it across me, tucking it close and allowing me this moment of quiet to calm myself. His hand rubbed gentle, soothing circles on my back and along my arm.
I don’t know how long we stayed this way, but it must have been until he felt me relaxing enough into him that he trusted himself to speak.
“Please, Gods, tell me she didn’t hurt you?” I swallowed hard, trying to get past my fear enough to speak. But then I felt my chin being raised so he could look into my eyes when he asked,