Page 3 of Taken By My Guardian's Fangs

My gaze collided once again with the same pair of red-rimmed eyes that had me within its crosshairs from the very start.

No, oh God, no.

The creature still had its fangs buried under someone's throat, and of course I knew.

God, oh God.

Of course I knew it was her.

The lady who prayed with her mouth instead of her heart.

And just like I was afraid of, the woman was old.

A tiny, fragile, white-haired lady, her eyes now lifeless, and her body eerily pale. The creature held her up by the back of her dress, her feet dangling a few inches off the ground as it bled her dry.

I could hear a fight - a battle even - breaking out around us, but I couldn't seem to make myself care. I knew we were being rescued, but I couldn't seem to make myself move because—-

I should've been next.

Even without the creature saying a word, I knew—-

I should've been her.

Because it had been hunting for me in the dark, and I should've been the one who was dead if the old woman hadn't distracted it.

I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry!

Regret tore my heart asunder, and agonizing guilt stole my ability to move as I watched the creature carelessly fling her body away as it wiped the blood off its mouth. Its red-rimmed eyes locked with mine, but I was still frozen in my place—-

I'm sorry, oh God, I'm so, so sorry!

It leapt into the air and came for me with bared fangs, but just as I closed my eyes and waited for the demise that I deserved—-

Nothing happened.

Just...nothing.

I waited for God to punish me, but I remained on my feet, untouched.

Am I already dead?

I almost started thinking that the world had suddenly stopped turning, but then something penetrated my grief-stricken thoughts—-

If time had indeed stood still, then why was the sound of breaking bones and furious cries still scorching my ears?

Something else must've happened, and that something else was why I was alive...wasn't it?

"Are you alright?"

The voice was deep and strong.

Tough and harsh.

But somehow, it was also the warmest sound I heard in my entire life, and I knew at that moment that I would never ever forget this voice.

"You can open your eyes..."

My shoulders started to shake, and tears trekked down my cheeks even with my eyes still squeezed shut.

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