Listen to Verosika's song, if you want.
Anyway, enjoy! :D
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Y/N's POV:

"Nope, not sure. Be more specific." I smiled.

"Drop that bratty behavior of yours, or I'll use ropes on you next time."

Woah, our conversations go from 0 to 100 really quick.

"Okey, i didn't meant it like that. I just... i just got nervous." I blushed and looked away.

"Am I making you nervous, hm?"
The slight smile appears on his face.

"Then I'll explain better now."
He lifted my chin to look at him.

"I can admit, I don't really fall for people." He starts.
"But I fell for you."

"I want to make you smile everyday." He says.
"I want to be worth your time."
His hands pulled me closer.
"Y/N look at me." His deep voice spoke up.

"I need you to be alright. Cuz' I need you. You have to promise me that." His tail gently touched mine.

His words were so perfectly attached to warm up my heart.
"I promise you. Now your turn." I told and wrapped my arms around him.

His hands petted my back and i felt that he gave me a small kiss on my jaw.
"Promise." He whispered.

I gently rubbed his back.
We pulled away and we both softly smiled at each other.

He wanted to say something next but something interrupted us.

"Alright everyone, are yall fucking ready for the next one!?" I heard Verosika said on microphone on stage.
Everyone applauded and screamed her name of enthusiasm.

She started singing the song that is the most famous of her.
Called Vacay to Bonetown.

"Pack your bags, sun's out~,
Take a Vacay babe, take it straight
to bonetown~."

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Oh yes! I love this song!" I said and looked back to Striker.
He was already looking at me, smiling softly.

"Hey, i'm a bit thirsty. Can we get our drinks back, eh?" He said to me.
I thumbs up for a agreement.

We walked passed the crowd, everyone were singing and yelling  like those crazy fans, ya know.
I noticed that some threw flowers and also bras on stage.
For a famous pop star like Verosika is, this is probably normal for her.

Then all of a sudden, someone ran into me.
"HEY! Watch where are you going!" Some stranger yelled at me and pushed me away.

"Excuse me now?! You were the one who bumped into me, you prick!" then i felt a hand grab on my shoulder.

"Watch that mouth of yours!" He pointed at me.

"Do you have a problem buddy?" Striker raised an eyebrow at the male imp.

"Yes i have. Teach this whore about some manners. Or i'll do it myself." He laughed at this and took a sip of his beer.

"I wouldn't talk like that if i were you." Striker warned and took my hand, then started walking away from the guy.

"Otherwise I wouldn't mind if I could borrow her for an hour." I heard this weirdo say out loud, but Striker ignored  just walking on.

"Meh, fuck an hour, what about a whole night~!"

With that Striker stopped at the place then slowly turned his head towards the imp.

"Darlin', you stay right here." Striker let go of my hand.

"Striker, what the hell are you doing?!" I watched him walking towards the guy.

"Well well, would you rather come with me, hot stuff?" The guy chuckeled and crossed his arms.

"Yeah sure, I promise you, you will be left with a broken skull."
Striker punched the guy right in his jaw, blood spurted out of his mouth.

I let out a loud gasp that some of the crowd looked towards the fight going on.

The guy fell back on the ground of the strong punches.

"You fucking brat!"
Striker wanted to continue his actions but the imp kicked Striker in his stomach.

Then he smashed his glass of beer so he took the sharpest piece.
He got up and stepped on his feet and went on the attack. He wanted to stab Striker with a piece of glass, but Striker quickly grabbed his hand and twisted it, the guy cried out in pain.

But then the guy hit him in his knee so that Striker's grip losent and let go off him.
Suddenly, the imp started to cut Striker across the chest area, that his shirt was torn.

When I saw this I could no longer stand here. Anger awoke in me and I ran towards them.

I quickly took a piece of glass from the ground and stabbed the man in the back. "Get the FUCK off him!" I screamed.

"AH! You motherfu-!" I stabbed him again and again until he pulled away from Striker.
Then i kicked him right in his balls that he fell on the ground again.

I breathed heavily and dropped the bloody piece.

Striker knelt beside him and grabbed him by the hair and lifted his head up.
"I promised you something, didn't I?" Striker eavily laughed but the guy panted in fear.

Striker started pounding him to the ground with no mercy. His face became more and more distorted and blood flowed from him across the floor.

I was horrified and looked away from them. I saw a lot of other imps looking at the scene, some of them were cheering because they were drunk as fuck, and some of them started running away.

"HEY! STRIKER! STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!" I saw Jerry running towards us all.

I looked back at Striker who was still repeating his actions on the imp, his expression was scary.
I was so freaked out.

Jerry barely pulled him away and slapped his face. "You fucking idiot! Pull yourself together!" Jerry yelled at him.
"You brought a lady with you and you alredy doing the threatening scenes! Again!"

Striker breathed deeply, his face was covered in blood. Then he turned his gaze at me, swallowed his saliva when he saw my expression.

~Time skip~

I was waiting outside of the man's toilets for Jerry and Striker.

My hands shook a little when I just thought of the scene that happened earlier. I know, I also attacked and had blood on my hands, but the kind of violence that Striker did was so horrifying to watch.

Then Jerry stepped out and looked at me. "Miss, i'm sorry that you saw that from him. He um.... he has major anger problems. He doesn't know how to control himself." He told me.

I nodded "Y-yeah, I noticed that." I said.

"I talked to him so he’s fine now. You can go check on him, if you want."

"Okey, thank you." I weakly smiled at him.

He just nodded and walked away with the same boring face.

I sighed and entered the man's bathroom.

When I was inside I saw Striker standing by the sinks and staring himself in the mirror.

"Striker?" I calmly questioned.

"You're afraid of me, aren't you." He unbuttoned his shirt and his eyes flicked at me.

"I was. But not anymore." I answered.

He pulled off his shirt and put it beside the sink. "Oh, really? Your eyes speak otherwise." He started to clean his cuts
with paper tissues soaked a little with water.

I sighed and came closer to him.
"Let me help." I took some of the tissues.

"No, don't I-"

"Please." Our eyes conected.

He rubbed the back of his neck and let me do it.

I carefully cleaned his blood after his deep cuts. I noticed he was holding back to squeal of pain.
I know it hurts him but it's better to clean up than to get some kind of infection.

"Feelin' better?" I asked.

He shrugged "A little."

I raised an eyebrow at this response.
"If that's so, i'll try something else."

With that i pressed my lips on his chest and started to kiss his every cut.

"W-what are you doin'~?" he breathed out.

"I want your pain to go away. I care about you, you know." I said between the kisses. I started to lick off a little bit of his blood.

I heard him let out a groan so his hand traveled through my hair.
His breathing got heavier and he titled his head back because he was enjoying this quite a bit.

"Love I-" he couldn't finish the sentence.

"Hm?" I continued kissing all the way to his neck, I started biting his skin a little.

"I could just place you to face the mirrors now and start fucking you from behind so I could watch your beautiful face, listen to your loud moans when I'm all inside of you." He said in a husky voice.

"Oh and how much I want that word ‘I care about you’ fuck it out of your pretty lips~."

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Striker is a such a pretty boy. ♡

Hope you guys enjoyed this new chapter.
Be ready for the next one!

Seeya very soon! ♡♡♡