Page 52 of Soulmateless
A girl comes up to him giggling, dragging him by his arm. "Shut up! You can't just say that!"
"He won't do shit. Amara wouldn't allow it." He takes a glimpse at me before he follows her lead.
I roll my eyes. I bet he doesn't even know where that rumor even came from!
Beep!
I jump at the car edging towards me. I should get out of here. The protective walls are down. Those people aren't worth getting run over for.
Something slams into me before a loud whoosh comes behind me. I yell, almost falling face first onto the ground from the blow.
Luckily, my hands hold my body up from smashing into the ground.
People gasp around me as I heave and look up to see what had hit me.
The first thing that I spot are purple eyes. Glowing purple eyes. Both looking back on the body of a dull purple dreamscreecher, with its back facing forward but its face turned to me. Its long oversized fangs glisten under the last of starlight.
My body freezes. The tiny hairs on my neck stand straight. My heart stops, hiding from the beast.
Where's my gun? I need it! It's gonna kill me!
My body tenses, slowly reaching for my satchel hanging under me, when my thoughts slow while keeping eye contact. I've always seen those purple eyes as rings of rage and violence. Gleaming with bloodlust like the one I fought in the mall.
But the eyes I'm looking at aren't harsh. There's no bloodlust or unsolved madness in those irises.
They almost seem… innocent… protective even…
I don't know why I believe that, but maybe it's the gentle bow of its head, or how its pupils are dilated. Or maybe the fact it doesn't move any closer. It just examines me from a distance before meeting my eyes again, as if asking if I’m okay.
I slowly move my hand away from my satchel. The fear within dissipates. It won't hurt me… will it?
"Hey kid!" I jerk my head to the gray haired man with a round belly, slamming his moss covered car door, as he approaches and glares down at me. "I could've-" His eyes shift to the dreamscreecher and he shrieks, stepping back with his hands up.
A few more screams follow his and the dreamscreecher arches its back, it's fur puffing . Its ears flatten before it runs into an alleyway behind us, disappearing around the corner.
My heart drops suddenly. "W-wait..." I whisper pathetically, as hands pull me to my feet again. My gaze remains on the alleyway.
Why did I want it to stay?
"Did the dreamscreecher do anything to you?" One lady asks.
"My goodness, a dreamscreecher!" Says another.
"I thought that they got rid of all of them!"
"We need to call the cops!"
People crowd a few feet away as I glance at the gray haired man. He lets go of my arm and pats my back with his eyes on the alleyway. His breath trembles. "That's the only time you can thank Cosmo for a dreamscreecher attack."
I shake my head. Thank a dreamscreecher? "What?"
"Your blood almost got splattered over my car. I was looking for my-" He pauses before shaking his head. “You probably weren't paying attention anyway! All these young people are on their phones too much!"
"What?" I whip my head back to the alleyway behind us as if it would peek around the corner.
Did that dreamscreecher just save my life?
“You see that?” The feminine voice comes from someone wearing a black cloak with clouds painted all over it. One of those dreamscreecher loving lunatics. From the white eye mask under the hood and the lack of wrinkles, it's not the same member I saw at the soulmate celebration. “Dreamscreechers aren't so bad.”
