(3rd person P.O.V)
Black eyes shot open, realizing the obvious. She wasn’t there. Logan immediately rose from his bed; he caught no evidence of her scent. His instincts were on high alert for the pink-haired girl. He breathed in and out to calm himself. His inner being was getting restless, wanting its mate near. He closed his eyes and stood up. Not even bothering to put on a shirt, he walked out of his room in search of the girl.
Traces of her scent lingered in the hallway. He rushed in the direction where the fragrance was stronger. His eyes began to flash red. His inner demon wanted Erika near, for there to be some form of contact. Logan stood in front of a silver door. He breathed in and out. Her cherry blossom perfume was stronger on the other side of the door. Immediately, he swung the silver wood open and stopped...his breath caught in his chest.
There she was. Erika sat in the middle of the gardens, her eyes closed, a small smile on her face. The sun reflected off her skin, her pink hair was tied, yet small strands were framing her face. The pink and white kimono was spread around her. She was an angel. His angel.
Sensing someone near, Erika opened her eyes. Emerald's eyes met onyx. Erika immediately stood up, breaking eye contact. She bowed her head and looked down. Logan frowned at this and walked to her. He reached for her face, and she flinched. He gave a small smile.
“Don’t be afraid of me, I’ll never do anything to hurt you,” He Said. He reached for her chin and made her look up at him. He was mesmerized by her jade orbs looking at him. His demon was content at having her so near. Everything about this girl calmed him; her face, the soft feel of her skin, her warmth, and the sound of her beating heart.
Erika blinked and broke eye contact once more, taking a few steps back. Logan sighed.
“Explain to me Erika, why did you come here? I already said last night, you’re not a slave anymore. There’s no need for you to get keep tending to these plants.” Erika took a deep breath.
“Forgive me. I just felt like doing something. And besides, I enjoy being out here. I was glad that I had been assigned to the gardens. Being outside feels natural and comfortable to me. I’m sorry I disobeyed orders, Lord Logan.” She bowed her head once more. Logan let out a sigh.
“Don’t do that.” Erika looked up in confusion.
“Do what?”
“Bow your head.”
“Why?”
“Because your my ma-,” Logan caught himself, “y-you’re my servant, there’s no need for you to act like a slave.” Erika gave him a confused look.
“But even servants have to show respect, my lord.”
“Well, I’m ordering you to stop.” Erika lowered her gaze as if she had been scorned. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound harsh. Just please, don’t bow. You know what? Stop with the formalities as well. Please it's just Logan.” Her eyes widened.
“But I’m your servant, I-I don’t understand.”
“I’m asking this of you, please Erika, just do me this.” Erika looked at him, his gaze seemed pleading. She sighed.
“I’ll do as I’m told, Logan.” A smirk came across his lips. He liked how his name rolled so naturally off her tongue.
“I’ll be busy with my father and brother for the rest of the day, I won’t need you around much. Stay here or go back to my room, just don’t wander off.” Erika nodded. She was about to bow but remembered she was asked not to. Logan felt the urge to kiss her goodbye. Instead, he looked at her one last time and left.
Neither one failed to notice a pair of brown eyes looking at Erika with anger and hostility.
(Erika P.O.V)
As Logan left, Erika knelt back on the ground and tried to make sense of things. She picked a white rose off the ground and became a bit mesmerized by it.
“Why was he so nice to me? He even asked me to call him by his first name. I can’t do that, can I?” She made her
conversation to the rose. “What’s going on here? I mean, usually, he’s cold and means.”
“Don’t be afraid of me, I’ll never do anything to hurt you.” His words lingered in her mind. Her gaze softened. Maybe he did have a heart.
“Maybe he’s not like the rest of his kind. But it is useless. In the end, all I am is a tool. Heh, I’m bound to be sucked dry in no time. He’s already had a taste,” she eyed the rose more closely,” who’s to say he won’t come around for more?”
All of a sudden, Erika felt a sharp pain in the back of her head. She saw she had dropped the white rose on the ground. Only, it wasn’t white. There were specs of red on the petals. Blood. Her blood. Erika looked up, just to see Ami standing high over her with an angry look on her face.
Erika was grabbed by her hair and forced to stand.
“What did I say about being near Logan-Kun?” There was no answer. Ami tightened the grip on Erika’s hair. “I swear, if I see you near him again,” Ami got close to Erika’s ear,” I’ll kill you.” With that, Ami dropped Erika to the ground, leaving the pink-haired to shed a few tears.
"Synthia-chan...” with that, Erika fell unconscious.
(Synthia P.O.V)
Synthia awoke in a room alone. She was confused. The last thing she remembered was being in front of a crowd with Erika. That’s when it hit her.
“Erika-chan!” Synthia got up too quickly and was about to fall over the bed when a pair of strong arms caught her. She looked up, only to be met with a pair of bright cerulean eyes. She couldn’t help but blush.
“Hi,” the boy couldn’t help but gaze, “I’m Jay.”
“I-I’m Synthia.” She couldn’t help but hide her gaze and fiddle with her fingers. Jay couldn’t help but grin and hug her tightly to him. She, on the other hand, was confused.
“I-I’m sorry, but what a-am am I doing here? Did you buy me last night?” Jay didn’t know how to explain.
“Uh, yeah I bought you.”
“T-then that means you bought my friend, Erika, as well am I right?”
“The pink-haired girl? Oh, no Logan took her. I got to stay with you Synthai-chan!” Synthia couldn’t help but blush at how he Said her name in such a friendly manner. She took in the boy’s features. He had markings on the side of his face and bright blond golden hair. He seemed well fit and she noticed he had a nice smile.
She noticed Jay waving a hand on her face.
“Synthia-chan, did you space out on me?”
“Oh, s-sorry Jay-san.”
“Don’t be all formal Synthai-chan, just call me Jay!”
“O-ok Jay-Kun.” Synthia immediately regretted calling him that, he froze in mid-laugh. Had she been too bold? Instead, his gaze softened and he pulled the girl in for a hug.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you Synthai-chan.” The girl’s eyes widened at his tone. He sounded almost sad, yet happy. She was about to ask, but she held her tongue. Instead, she just let Jay hold her in his embrace.
(Logan P.O.V)
Said the boy was pacing in his office. It was almost nightfall. He didn’t want to be in his study with a huge pile of paperwork, he longed preferred to be around a certain pink-haired girl. The thought of her being alone didn’t please him at all.
“All right Logan just a few more hours and you’ll be at her side.” He gave a frustrated sigh. He was planning on telling her that she was his mate, though he didn’t know, how. All he knew was that he needed her by his side.
“If only time went faster.” He looked at the paper in his hands. He couldn’t seem to concentrate. Her blood invaded his senses, making his throat dry. His inner vampire began to hunger for its mate. He sighed. Her blood was so vivid. He stood up. Too vivid.
"She’s hurt.” He ran out his door to the gardens. The smell of her blood was getting stronger, his demon was angered at the thought of his mate hurt. Logan’s eyes turned a bright crimson. He opened the door to the garden, and he almost fell to his knees. Erika lay on the floor, her body sprawled on the ground. He rushed to her side.
“Please, please be alive.” He couldn’t take it. Her hair was messy and covered her face, her eyes closed and he smelled tears. Worst of all there was blood. There were patches of red blended with her pink hair.
He held her in his arms and prayed there was a pulse. Relief washed over him when he felt her chest. A heartbeat. He picked her up bridal style, making his way to the bedroom.
Logan laid her on his bed once more. He washed her hair and bandaged her wound. His demon grew restless. Erika had been hurt and just left there. Whoever had caused Erika pain, would not live to see the following day.
He looked at his mate who was unconscious.
“Whoever hurt you, will pay. Nobody draws your blood.Nobody.” Logan’s eyes grew red and his form began to change. He grew larger, his skin turned from pale white to dark blue. His fangs are elongated. He was beyond pissed.
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