Excerpt: Into My Arms

Though he was still groggy, Jonathan moved to his feet quickly, his icey blue eyes fogging over to a pearly white, cloudy sort of appearance as he grabbed the young man’s shirt near the chest and lifted him ever so slightly off of the ground. “The consequences of your actions will determine the fate of your soul.” He growled, his lips pulling back into a small smirk as the teenager let out a soft, pleading whimper. He dropped the knife, and it hit the pavement with an over exaggerated skitter away from Jonathan’s feet.

“Please...” the young man pleaded, clearly terrified of what stood in front of him. “I...I was just fucking around, man. Let me go.”

Jonathan’s muscles rippled slightly under his white shirt as he flung the terrified youth to the ground. He landed with a grunt, and stared up at what might as well have been his greatest fear and nightmare all rolled into one man.

“Run.” He instructed under his breath, the white slowly fading away from his eyes to leave them their pristine blue colour again. “Run far, and run fast.”