Death Wish Dead Kiss

A Howl. A forest. Black and dark. Two dark purple eyes staring into the darkness. The creature let out a low growl, its sharp teeth gleaming in the moonlight. Its fur was sleek and bluish black, blending in perfectly with the surrounding darkness. It was a creature of the night, a hunter who prowled the forest in search of prey.

Slowly, the creature emerged from the shadows, its eyes fixed on the girl who stood before it. It transformed into a tall, muscular man with a rugged, handsome face. His dark black eyes and messy black hair gave him an intense look. She sensed danger as he stared into the darkness. Chills ran all over her body, and something crawled up her spine. But then she heard a human voice, and she hesitated, trying to listen to him.

The voice spoke again, and this time she recognized his words. 'Enemies of humans are humans. We just love them,' he said in his deep voice as he leaned in to kiss her. As he kissed her lips, her body trembled. She felt a scream of pleasure, an explosion of ecstasy, and the world was suddenly filled with light and colors, like a million rainbows. A million colors. She felt a strange sense of recognition from his touch.

"Those words were hitting her ears again and again. She had never heard such a voice and seen those eyes in her entire life. She was constantly thinking this while driving aimlessly on the road and scratching the back of her neck mercilessly. Suddenly, someone hit her car and fell down. She quickly stopped the car and got down to see the condition of that person. But the man quickly pushed her and started running again.

"Hey, hey, grab him. That thief is running away with my wallet," she looked back at the sound and then started running after that thief. Everyone stopped their work and looked at them, but no one came forward for their help. He had been running for more than 20 minutes, but the thief was probably faster than him.

"aaaaaa! Sorry! Sorry! I am fine, nothing happened to me," he started cleaning the mud on his clothes.

Someone's footsteps came close to him and he looked up to see. It was a very beautiful girl who was staring at him with anger in her hazel blue eyes. He couldn't help but feel captivated by her beauty, a beauty that radiated like a scorching heat. Not that he had never seen her before, but there was always something about her that drew him like a moth to a flame.

"I don't know if this city is strange or not but the girls here are very beautiful. Shut up Altan," he silenced himself by slapping his head.

The girl looked into his black eyes, which were looking over her shoulder at someone else behind her. In anger, she hit her booted foot hard on his leg.

"Hey, you're so cruel. I was just kidding."

"Shut up," she said politely and thrust something hard into his half-open mouth.

"Ouch! What is this?" he took it out of his mouth and saw it was the same wallet he had been walking around the same street for the past 20 minutes to get."

"Thank you very much. I just received my salary and it was stolen."

 No response received.

"By the way, the people of this city are quite strange, I mean, a man has been crying for help for the past half an hour, but instead of any help, they are just standing and watching."

At this, the girl turned her neck and looked at him. She gave him a strange look from head to toe. "Now, if a policeman cannot protect himself by wearing a police uniform, why would anyone help him? By the way, what are you doing here?"

"As you know how much I have been fond of making documentaries since my childhood, so I got some free time today, to pursue my hobby. Look, I have made a video on pickpockets," as soon as she saw it, she started laughing. In those 10 minutes, she laughed so openly for the first time.

"What happened doesn't seem so funny now," he said after watching the video where his voice was recorded but with the image of the dog.

"This this—John recorded this—I mean— you—."

The girl sat in the car laughing and started it.

"Hey, take me with you." He said while running behind the moving car. The girl looked at him through the mirror and increased the speed while smiling. There was something about her smile, something about the way her hair whipped around her face in the wind, made him feel alive in a way he hadn't felt in years.

He quickened his pace, feeling his heartbeat race with anticipation. As he ran, he caught glimpses of her car up ahead, weaving in and out of traffic.

"Miss why you are here ? What are you doing here, standing in such heat? Look at your condition. You are drenched in sweat. You would go inside and sit," on reaching the police station the girl said to the woman who looked about 45 years old and wiped the sweat on her forehead. She brought her inside the police station.

"It's been a week now that I've been going round the police station but no one is listening to me," the woman said in a low voice.

"What happened? " she asked the woman.

"My daughter. She has been missing for a week. No phone call. No message. I don't know what to do, and who to tell."

"What is your daughter's name? Age? What class did you study?" She asked.

"My daughter's name was Faryal Matthew. She is a 20-year-old college student."

"Did you find out about her from her college?" She asked again.

"Yes, I went, but they said that she was not coming to college for a month. They asked the reason from her, she told them that her mother had died and that's why she is on leave."

"That is the problem. No one knew where she was going instead of college. And why would she lie about my death? As her mother, I couldn't help but feel like I had failed her. Maybe if I had paid closer attention to her behavior, I could have seen the signs that something was wrong. But now, all I could do was try to piece together the mystery of her disappearance," tears welled up in her eyes.

"Okay don't cry and drink water," she said, giving her a glass of water.

"Got a ransom call?"

"No," she said while keeping the glass of water on the table, and shook her head in the negative. "If it had come, I would have been relieved that my daughter was alive."

Knock!

"Miss Esen Jasper!"

"Yes," a beautiful woman with black hair tied in a bun and hazel blue eyes with long thick lashes framing perfectly her face. Wearing a blue police uniform making her waist curve prominent. She looked up and saw Mr. Park who had come to say something. But seeing the woman, he fell silent and turned back to the door, beckoning Esen to come out.

"Try to remember the last time you both had a fight over something. Or you noticed a change in her behavior. Maybe she had an argument with someone. Or someone was bothering her," Esen patted her shoulder lightly and left the room.