right. It was only a moment before his massive hands slammed down on my shoulders and yanked
me back.
"Let go!" I screamed.
He threw me back against the wall. My shoulder blades tensed when they hit the brick. My upper back throbbed. I tilted my head back, baring
my teeth together in attempt to bite back the pain. Davey raised his hand back. I turned my face so he would strike the opposite cheek. My eyes sealed shut, anticipating the hard blow that I hoped would knock me out, I didn't want to be conscious for what I knew would follow. Escape was now impossible. I wasn't
strong enough. I never prepared myself for the situation, or anything remotely close to it.
A few seconds passed, before I realized his hand never met my face. I opened my eyes just as I heard a loud thump, the sound of a body
smacking against the pavement. A narrow beam of light from the street shone across the darkness. I could see the outlines of two figures. One lay on the ground, motionless and the other, taller figure stood over him. A crumpled moan
left Davey who was limp on the ground.
My eyes snapped to the taller figure wavering in the dark alleyway. His breath floated in the cold night air. Darkness concealed his face. The light cast from the street illuminated Davey's battered outline. He
flipped onto his stomach, his breathing heavy and staggered. The gun he used to hold me rested on the ground beside my feet. I frowned, unable to remember the sound when it dropped. Unable to remember anything that happened.
"Leave. Now." The raspy voice from the stranger demanded.
My eyes flashed to the man, his chilling voice was chiseled from ice. I could sense the intensity of his eyes, boring into Davey. When I
looked down at him, the terror in his eyes surprised me. The intensity he carried earlier was gone, replace by terror. I watched the small tremors run throughout his body causing his arms to shake. He sat and pushed himself backwards against the brick wall, desperate to get away from the man standing
next to him. When the stranger did not make an advance to Davey, he scrambled to his feet. His eyes were wide and leaked with fear. They refused to leave the man who stood a few feet away from me, hidden by the shadows of the night. He
blinked and half ran, half stumbled out of the alley and disappeared around the corner.
Unable to move, I frowned, the confusion clouded my mind. The horror on Davey's face was branded into my mind. I had never seen anyone so
scared in my life. I turned to the stranger, who still stood a few feet from me. Despite the previous events, I didn't fear his presence.
Hi face remained hidden. I examined his posture. His shoulders were wide and straight. He held his head high. An aura of superiority
surrounded him. The stranger who saved my life already had me intrigued.
He slowly turned to me, his face still hidden by the shadows. I could feel his burning gaze on me. I knew I had to say something,
but I didn't know what or how to say it. I was still overwhelmed by Davey's attempt to...hurt me. I couldn't allow myself access to the four letter word. The very thought caused my hands to shake. The cold feeling in the pit of my
stomach refused to leave my body from the afterthoughts.
"You didn't have to do that." I finally mumbled, my voice breaking. I frowned, my eyes widened in shock at my words. Why had I said that? Of course a simple "thank you" from me, wouldn't suffice.
I wanted to roll my eyes at my attempt to express my gratitude.
I could see the outline of his face, but nothing more. He tilted his head to the side when I spoke. There was a brief pause before he
stepped into the path of the light that shone form the street.
I gasped, my eyes wide, when the light illuminated the face of the lead singer of The Masquerade. He stood before me with the darkest expression I had ever seen consumed by a man. In spite of his dark countenance,
I found that my statement took him back.
"What?" His voice was low
me back.
"Let go!" I screamed.
He threw me back against the wall. My shoulder blades tensed when they hit the brick. My upper back throbbed. I tilted my head back, baring
my teeth together in attempt to bite back the pain. Davey raised his hand back. I turned my face so he would strike the opposite cheek. My eyes sealed shut, anticipating the hard blow that I hoped would knock me out, I didn't want to be conscious for what I knew would follow. Escape was now impossible. I wasn't
strong enough. I never prepared myself for the situation, or anything remotely close to it.
A few seconds passed, before I realized his hand never met my face. I opened my eyes just as I heard a loud thump, the sound of a body
smacking against the pavement. A narrow beam of light from the street shone across the darkness. I could see the outlines of two figures. One lay on the ground, motionless and the other, taller figure stood over him. A crumpled moan
left Davey who was limp on the ground.
My eyes snapped to the taller figure wavering in the dark alleyway. His breath floated in the cold night air. Darkness concealed his face. The light cast from the street illuminated Davey's battered outline. He
flipped onto his stomach, his breathing heavy and staggered. The gun he used to hold me rested on the ground beside my feet. I frowned, unable to remember the sound when it dropped. Unable to remember anything that happened.
"Leave. Now." The raspy voice from the stranger demanded.
My eyes flashed to the man, his chilling voice was chiseled from ice. I could sense the intensity of his eyes, boring into Davey. When I
looked down at him, the terror in his eyes surprised me. The intensity he carried earlier was gone, replace by terror. I watched the small tremors run throughout his body causing his arms to shake. He sat and pushed himself backwards against the brick wall, desperate to get away from the man standing
next to him. When the stranger did not make an advance to Davey, he scrambled to his feet. His eyes were wide and leaked with fear. They refused to leave the man who stood a few feet away from me, hidden by the shadows of the night. He
blinked and half ran, half stumbled out of the alley and disappeared around the corner.
Unable to move, I frowned, the confusion clouded my mind. The horror on Davey's face was branded into my mind. I had never seen anyone so
scared in my life. I turned to the stranger, who still stood a few feet from me. Despite the previous events, I didn't fear his presence.
Hi face remained hidden. I examined his posture. His shoulders were wide and straight. He held his head high. An aura of superiority
surrounded him. The stranger who saved my life already had me intrigued.
He slowly turned to me, his face still hidden by the shadows. I could feel his burning gaze on me. I knew I had to say something,
but I didn't know what or how to say it. I was still overwhelmed by Davey's attempt to...hurt me. I couldn't allow myself access to the four letter word. The very thought caused my hands to shake. The cold feeling in the pit of my
stomach refused to leave my body from the afterthoughts.
"You didn't have to do that." I finally mumbled, my voice breaking. I frowned, my eyes widened in shock at my words. Why had I said that? Of course a simple "thank you" from me, wouldn't suffice.
I wanted to roll my eyes at my attempt to express my gratitude.
I could see the outline of his face, but nothing more. He tilted his head to the side when I spoke. There was a brief pause before he
stepped into the path of the light that shone form the street.
I gasped, my eyes wide, when the light illuminated the face of the lead singer of The Masquerade. He stood before me with the darkest expression I had ever seen consumed by a man. In spite of his dark countenance,
I found that my statement took him back.
"What?" His voice was low
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