Lost Cases |FIRST BOOK|

Prolugue

POV 3th Person

You could hear the water under his feet. No matter what, he had to run. Like a prey and his hunter. There is no way home. In the street's of London was he going to die.

Walking like a carefree human on a friday night, was she after him. She knew she would have him either way. He could run how hard he wanted, but she knew he could'nt escape her. With rain gently coming down upon her hair, she walked with her smirk as if no one could ever lay a finger on her.

She was done playing. She could feel his confidence coming back. As if he thought he could actually escape her.

What a joke.

The man couldn't run anymore. No human could run forever, even if their life depended on it. His stamina was up. He had to take this break. There was no other way.

Slow but clear came soft foot steps near him. No. It couldn't be her. She couldn't be so fast. The last time he saw her, she was just walking. Was it help? People? Her people?

Blood pouring out of his mouth. Broken bones all in his body. 

She threw him into the wall.

How...?

A human couldn't be so fast! He looked up with bloody and blury eyes. He saw her.

In a eye blink she stood next to him, leaning against the wall.

"We had a deal".

She said with a smile as evil of satan himself.

She stuck her hand right in his stomach and grabbed his heart. She looked up to it for a few seconds. Then it dissapeared from her hand. She stood up from the wall and took one last glance at the pathetic man.

That was when he remembered.

Never make a deal with the devil.

Im not English but Im trying my best to write everything correct. I hope you like it as far. Let me know. AND NO, SHE AINT A DAMN VAMPIRE! I already know people are gonna joke about that. :/