Bitter Tongue [1]

"Is that right?" Oliviér said, something unexplainable flashing in his strange eyes.

As those eyes descended on the boy, staring solely at him, the boy felt like life had been sucked out of his body. The eyes were strange, but also had a foreboding sense of something nefarious.

He felt as if left only with this man he would be roasted and eaten for a meal. He didn't know if it was his fears but he could nearly picture it, the image of a menacing fur covered beast hovering over the black haired man, lowering himself to match the movements of the black haired man.

The boy's heart squeezed. But at the same time he felt somewhat relaxed about the fact that the girl was also around….. Somehow the girl seemed more sane than this man.

The man crouched down before the boy, his black hair was tousled onto the top of his eye from running after the boy. He smiled, a smile the boy could only imagine was meant to be sweet yet was clouded with a mist of wickedness and bloodlust.

The boy's eyes dart