Chapter 3 3

Amy felt her breath quicken at the chance of getting caught. She was amidst the humans after all.

"You can't just do what ever you want!" Amy yelled in her head.

"But why, I'm really hungry."

"Do you seriously want to get murdered by the humans?" She retorted, oblivious to her surrounding.

"We both know they are weaklings." She heard her wolf say and she could imagine it rolling it's eyes.

"But you're right..." It continued, and Amy felt herself let her breath in which she had been holding out.

"Ma'am?" The bartender's voice pierced through her ears, jolting her, and her eyes moved to look at his finger where the blood had been cleaned up.

"Is Nayla not back yet?" Amy asked, her eyes scanning around for her friend.

"You mean the girl who asked for American brandy...err...not yet." The bartender said, his voice fading in Amy's ears as he turned to take an order.

Meanwhile, in the female area of the bar's restroom, Nayla had just finished and was heading out when she bumped hard into someone.

"Owww." She cried out, her hand reaching out for her forehead to rub it.

"You should watch where you are going next time." She heard a masculine voice say and her head raised, her eyes falling onto the man she had bumped into.

"It wasn't my fault!" Nayla retorted, feeling offended as she was the one who got hurt.

"If you had watched where you were going, then everything would have been alright."

"You...What are you even doing in this area!"

"Waiting for someone, but of course... a single woman like you would not get it." Stated the man, his eyes landing onto Nayla where he had a smug look on his face.

Harrumphing, she had walked away.

Several minutes passed, and Amy sat, sipping from the glass in which Nayla had handed to her while she waited for the latter.

Her eyes moved, scanning the people in the bar and her eyes finally fell onto a middle aged man whom had made his way towards her.

"Hello, fine lady." Came his voice, and Amy scrutinized him. He had clad himself in a pair of dark green shirt and black pants. Such odd combination, Amy thought as she sneered disapprovingly.

"Might you be graceful enough to have a drink with me?" He asked as he smiled and Amy blinked as she deadpanned.

"I have to go." She said, rising to her feet as she gulped down the last bit of the liquid from the glass in which she was holding.

"You're such a beautiful woman. Perhaps you'd like to hang out sometime?" The man persisted as the smile remained on his face. Amy had met a few of these kinds of men, so she knew exactly what he was looking to get.

"Look, mister...there will be no meeting, and please leave me be."

"Such feisty one, eh?" He chuckled, and Amy felt her blood boil.

"You would be..."

SLAP!

Amy's palm landed harshly on his face as he tried to touch her.

"You bitch!" He yelled as he felt the taste of metal in his mouth.

In an instant, he had grabbed her harshly by the arm, his fist landing onto her face where she fell to the ground appearing weak. Amy could feel the strong taste of metal in her mouth, and she could feel the side of her face sting but still she could not fight back.

"Fight back or I'll do it for you." her wolf warned in her head and she chuckled at how she had managed to annoy it. She could tell it disliked the fact that she had been hit by a lowly human.

"There will be no blood baths today." Came Amy's reply. Meanwhile, the man had heard Amy chuckle despite he had hit her, and it only fueled his anger as he thought she was mocking him.

The harsh grip on Amy's arm brought her back to reality and as her gaze traveled around, she noticed how she was the center of attention. The music had stopped, and all eyes had turned to her.

Amy felt her throat tighten and image of the night before flashed before her eyes. Her heart churned as she thought of how she had been in the same humiliating situation.

"You think you can lay your filthy hands on me?!" the man yelled, gripping her blouse where he yanked it to tear, all the while smiling deviously.

Her eyes widened from the sound of material tearing, and her eyes moved to look at the crowd where the women stared at her with disgust written on their faces.

Clutching her torn blouse, her eyes moved to stare at the ground and her head dropped in despair.

"That would be enough now, Morgan." voice reverberated throughout the room, and she turned, her eyes resting onto a man whom had clad himself in a pair of black long sleeves shirt and black pants. His midnight black hair shimmered in the light that shone from the bulbs. and his feet clicked the marble floor of the bar as he walked towards Amy. Reaching her, he draped the coat in which he had tied around his waist, pulling her along with him where they were about to leave.

"You have no right to take her away. She has to pay for what she did

" The man named Morgan said as he snorted.

"Stop me is you want, but don't complain when your limbs go missing." said the stranger as he continued to lead Amy out.

"You sure know how to invite trouble." He stated once they reached outside, and Amy stared at the ground, unable to look up.

"I'm Damon." He said, and Amy met his gaze.

"Thank you."

"Do not thank me just yet." Damon said as his amusing gaze landed onto Amy where she stared at him, her brows knotting in confusion.

"I know what you are." Came Damon's words, and Amy's eyes widened in shock.