Abducted From The Scene

"I apologise for the inconvenience dear ladies and gentlemen,"

Curtis turned around with the pin in his palm while he spoke casually as if whatever he did was nothing barbaric or merciless but a usual thing he was supposed to do.

Agnes gulped the moment when he cast an eerie look at her and she immediately knew that she had to leave the castle as soon as possible, she could see some unknown force rising from his silhouette as black mist began to form around his body.

The pin rose from his palm within the mist and his hair began to ruffle and tied up in the tail and the mist got inserted within his hair on its own.

'What in the world was that?'

Agnes felt something stuck in her throat and her mouth became extremely dry knowing that the castle was not secure. Her eyes were still darted on the man in the middle of who was speaking again and resumed his speech. 

"But the wrong one needed to be taught a lesson to warn others that King Cyrus Saikaro would not bear any injustice."

Agnes noticed that only Curtis was addressing the king like that by his name whereas others showed utmost respect by calling him 'his highness.' 

"You may enjoy the ball."

After the pin was put back into his hair the man moved to the stairs and flung his arm out to place it on his heart and slightly bowed his head.

The swarm of people immediately scattered and resumed their activities while chattering began in low voice, whereas the butler of Lord Hawthorne was still mourning over the place where there was no sign of any ash.

'What even is this man?'

She was still in her thoughts when lifted her head and the gaze met with Curtis's, Agnes was unable to determine why she had been feeling some unknown pressure from him.

'No, no. I have to get out of here. I shouldn't have come here at all.'

She stepped back slightly and sneakily wanted to leave the palace but the pressure of hypnotizing gaze coming from him made her legs tremble.

'Run Agnes, run!'

She told herself encouraging the thought of escaping from the palace that Agnes turned around and took bigger steps towards the arcade.

Not acknowledging that which arcade would lead her to the exit she haphazardly took the wrong one and stepped hurriedly towards the left. 

'Is he following me?'

She peeked from the corner of her eyes backwards while running through that black stone decorated arcade, only to see that a silhouette had appeared in the corridor chasing her. 

Of course, the man was none other than Curtis who was appointed to spy on her and was aware that no matter what he had to keep her safe. 

Agnes walked fastly by clutching the hem of her dress and a pounding heart while she could hear the terrified noise in her ears and was aware that Belle Morte was definitely not a place for humans! 

'Why is she running aimlessly?'

Curtis was in his thoughts and assumed that she was lost in the attempt of getting to the exit, of course he could hear her fright from the trembling body.

He licked the corner of his lips and smirked evil while took small steps towards the woman who looked like snow white walking in dungeons!

'Where in the world is the exit and why is he following me?'

She gulped down her fears assuming that Agnes earlier had been caught with Lord Hawthorne and thus she needed to be punished too for luring him.

Agnes suspected that she had become the target of king Cyrus Saikaro, which technically wasn't wrong!

She looked behind and her quivering lips let out a gasp when she saw the pair of red eyes fixated on her while ten steps below Curtis began to run towards her.

Within just the blink of an eye Curtis approached her all she could feel was the air getting pierced as he stood right in front of her in a jiffy. 

His hand wrapped around her waist and with his supernatural strength Curtis lifted her up which scared her even more.

"No, leave me,"

Tears formed in her eyes immediately and she begged him while Curtis didn't show any emotions.

"Please."

Her voice got shallow while staying in the position with Curtis at her back and embracing her waist, Agnes knew that struggling was of no use because she would die either way if she triggered any more stimulus. 

Curtis did not hear her words instead he felt the blood within his veins run wild and some heavy sensation occupied his brain, that he had to stop himself from breathing for a few moments because Agnes' unusual scent was drugging him.

The vampire confidant lifted her and ran towards the dead end which scared Agnes that her scream resonated in the arcade assuming that he was about to smash her head against the wall.

But a gateway opened and they both fell out of the palace Agnes could see the dark endless valley below them that her voice hitched and heart stopped. She looked downwards in fright and clasped his arms by digging nails in Curtis' skin which began to burn and he hissed.

His wings emerged as they were falling in the valley when Curtis flew upwards gliding through the sky effortlessly even with a woman in his arms. 

She wanted to scream but couldn't but one thing became clear that Curtis was not going to kill her thus Agnes became quiet to see what was going to happen. 

But terror was still there.

Curtis landed in the balcony and carefully dropped Agnes who became puzzled but created a distance with him immediately and turned to face him.

The trustworthy man imminently knelt obediently on his one knee and loudly announced. 

"King Cyrus!"

Hearing the name Agnes immediately averted her head only to see a hand with grown red nails parting the curtains.