Chapter 76: Gone.

Engel and Kiel arrived in front of a wooden cabin hidden out of sight in the middle of the woods at the south end of the city. Engel's eyes quickly swept across the place and they instantly went dark when he heard the screaming silence surrounding the house. 

"There's no one here." Kiel muttered from behind him, as his eyes gazed around the building and it's environ.

Of course, Dale could already see that, but he could also tell she had been here. Her sweet scent lingered in the air as well as something else. Blood.

Dale felt his heart throb as he teleported inside the house. His already darkened eyes turned gloomy when he saw the sight of two bodies lifelessly sprawled on the ground, their body bloodily mutilated.

His body involuntarily stiffed as it turned cold. Engel knew what this was and his soul left him on the spot, his heart sinking into the depth of his stomach.

"Nevaeh." He subconsciously mumbled out. His hands clenching on their own accord while his body shook in horror.

It was happening again, wasn't it?

He had lost her again right under his very nose. How could he lose her again? He had only just got her, and they had dared! How had he failed her again?!

Kiel frowned when he saw the scene that welcomed them. Observing the damages on the humans, he knew what had caused this.

Demons. They were here. And Dale knew this too.

Kiel glanced at Engel who stood frozen on the spot. The man looked like he might explode on the spot and burn the world in his fury.

"Engel." He called when he saw the changes in the man. He was losing himself and it was understandable.

"I'll kill them all." Dale swore.

"Engel, be calm. Your anger helps no one." Not even himself. Kiel told him, but Dale couldn't listen. He couldn't be calm. His bones were burning with immense pain and anger. He had just got his life back, and it was already snatched away from him?

His eyes turned black and dark smoke emanated from his body, changing the atmosphere of the place. The frown on Kiel's face deepened when he saw him in this state. Nothing would get to him until she was placed before his eyes, alive.

But was there even a possibility?

Kiel teleported around the house, moving from one room to the other, he wasn't hopeful but there was nothing else he could do. He paused when he arrived one of the rooms. The bathroom door seemed to have been forcefully pulled out from the wall. He stalked into the bathroom and the small opened window as well as the blood trail on the wall caught his eyes. There was blood on the broken tank and it didn't belong to the corpse in the sitting room.

"Engel." He called and brooding man appeared, his appearance was less suffocating. Engel's dark eyes looked at the small blood on toilet tank and the small window and he could tell it was hers.

Kiel looked out the window and said, "She's in the woods."

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Nevaeh was hazy and frigid as she gradually regained her consciousness. Her head throbbed and her neck felt stiff and painful. She clenched her eyes and let out an inaudible sigh when a terrible strong wave of pain coursed through her head almost making her cry. What happened? Why was she hurting so badly? She hazily wondered.

She was yet to shake off the fuzziness when faint voices echoed around her, and soon her body was suddenly carried up, mid air.

Engel?

Nevaeh was about to open her eyes and mumble out his name, when memories of Elle pointing a gun at her came running down through mind, and her heart skipped. That wasn't a dream.

Elleanor had actually shot her. So was she still alive, or was she...

She fluttered her eyes open, and it seems she wasn't dead, but it appears she was still in danger. She was currently across a stranger's shoulder, her face hovering against his back and her long hair dropping at the back of her head and hindering her line of sight. Who was this? And where was he taking her?

Nevaeh was about lifting her head to look around her environment when she caught sight of an approaching pair of leg behind the person carrying her. They must be partners, she thought.

Was this Elleanor's plan? She was going to get rid of her sister? Nevaeh felt her heart begin to painfully throb behind her chest. What has come over Elle?

Engel must be back by now, and he would know she was missing. He'd come for her. Or would he not?

He had gone to find out the truth, so what if Elleanor was truly his wife. Would he still come to save her? Or would he forget about her? What if the last time she saw him would be the last time she'd ever...no!

Nevaeh's heart clenched tightly at these terrifying thoughts and she quickly pushed those questions out of her mind. She shouldn't be think of such things, rather her focus should be on her survival, her escaping these men and wherever they were taking her.

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The thought of calling out to Laila once again came to her mind, but she quickly dismissed it. These men criminals and they could be dangerous.

Yes, Laila could travel through space, but she didn't know how fast she could be, neither could she guarantee her safety. What if these men shot her? Would an angel be faster than a moving bullet? No, she couldn't take the risk of endangering her, especially when she was yet to know the true extent of her capabilities.

Nevaeh slightly closed her eyes so as not to arouse any suspicion of being awake when the person behind kept walking closer, but she furtively peeked around the environment. They seem to be walking down a narrow and spindly path. The path wasn't an ordinary path, it has been used for quite some time, but the fresh grasses sprouting around also showed no one has visited this path recently.

Where could this be?

Nevaeh was at high alert as they continued down the winding trail. She looked for clues to indicate where they have brought her, but all she noticed were the interlocking trees guarding the path as if they were walking through a tunnel, and the chirping sounds of birds in the air.

After a few more seconds of stealthy observation, Nevaeh realized where they were headed. Her family cabin.

And as if to confirm her thoughts, they carried her inside the wooden house and flicked on the lights revealing the familiar house. She could remember the place well. Her family had always come here for the Easter holidays while they were younger. They had not missed it for years until Elle had an accident and almost drowned in the lake at the back of the cabin.

"Put her there." She heard one of the men say, and she completely closed her eyes. She felt her body been placed on a cold platform making her almost shiver but she endured.

"Give me the rope." One of the men said.

"There's no need. She's unconscious." The other replied.

"But..."

"Look around you man, there are only woods around here. She can't escape us. And even if she tries to, where can she go?" Cockiness clearly hinted in his voice.

The other sighed and seemed to reluctantly agree with him.

Nevaeh remained still on the spot with her eyes closed as she listened to their conversation. She didn't know these men or what they would do to her. From their words and where they've brought her, there were no intentions of killing her, atleast not yet, and she didn't think Elle would go that far.

She didn't even think Elle would come as far as kidnapping her. But what were they going to do to her now? Keep her here? Nevaeh felt anxious not knowing what was in store for her.

She opened her eyes when she heard the clicking sound of the door. They had placed in a bathtub and locked the door.

Stiffling a groan she got off the tub, her neck and head hurt so much she feared it might fall. Her eyes darted around in search of an escape route, but there was none, save the small window above the toilet seat but she didn't think she would make it. It was too high and she feared she might not be able to squeeze through.

The fear and worry in her rapidly increased. She flinched when she suddenly heard the knocking sound sound on a door but it wasn't from the bathroom door. Had someone else come? Who could it be? She didn't have the time to think about it, as whoever it was couldn't be here to save her.

Nevaeh gazed at the window again and contemplated the rate of successfully climbing off the window.

She was still in thought when she heard a shattering sound emanating from the other side of the house, making her jolt and her heart pound heavily.

But soon more rumbling and shattering sounds echoed across the house as well as painful screams for help.

What's happening? She wondered.

With no care of wanting to find out she closed the toilet seat and stood on it. She hesitated placing her leg on the toilet tank as she feared it wouldn't hold her weight. But hearing the disturbing sounds continually echo across the house, she placed her feet on the ceramic tank which slightly shook. She held her breath and stilled herself.

Her eyes darted at the door when the sounds stopped, but all she could hear was heavy approaching steps making her heart thump even more violently. She didn't know why, but there was a feeling of unease flooding her heart. It was terrifying than what she felt before.

She placed both legs on the tank and she strained to reach for the window. She cussed when she couldn't open it. She strained and stood on her toes making the tank tremble a bit more, threatening to fall, but she wasn't giving up. A sigh rolled out her lips when she finally opened it. With no hesitation she leaned over and at that moment the tank fell, it's sharp edges pierced her toes. She bit her lips and winced in pain. She dared not cry, atleast not now.

Her heart leaped when a forceful kick was unleashed against the door, and another followed. She returned her attention to escaping and she hastened her step. With her legs she bared herself up and leaned half way over the window.

She leaped over when the door was torn down, not daring to look at whoever it was or where she was jumping to.

She closed her eyes for the impact of her rough landing but nothing happened.

"Ms Steele." She heard someone call, and her eyes instantly opened. She was stunned when she saw that vaguely familiar face in front of her.

Ariana?

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