Her face wore perplexed expression how she stared the city, looking elegant in her jungle green, long dress.
The moon could be spotted by only the keen ones, since the lights around the city had fought darkness, making the visuals so precise that you would think the sun was already awake.
Her long hair and chocolate skin sparkled from a distance, which could be noticed from how people turned heads, some forgetting they're walking on a busy street.
She smiled on a regular as she enjoys the view from the fifth floor of her apartment; the numerous cars hooting and speeding, crowd of people hurrying home probably from work, business men shouting at the top of their voices and night shifters dragging themselves like a ramshackle train.
In the midst of all this commotion she spotted a tall, black man, dressed in a black trench coat, black jeans, official brown shoes, and a black god father walking steadily.
This gentleman might have caught her staring, judging by how she followed him with her glances.
He looked up and their eyes locked, she smiled broadly, exposing her small, well arranged, beautiful teeth.
"He's not the type to mess around with. He will just use you." A deep voice came from behind.
"He's just a fine man, uncle." She noted.
"Fine man without conscience, tsk, tsk, tsk, veery dangerous." He whispered.
"I'm a grown woman unc, a few bad decisions cannot hurt." She claimed with a cute smile.
"I promised your mother..." He began.
"Yeah, yeah, you'll take care of me. I've heard it for I don't know, a thousand time?!" She cut him.
He laughed and placed his left hand on her shoulders, "Let's eat supper, I made it special for you." He invited her to dinner.
"I'll join you in a minute." She promised, and went on staring the guy in trench coat as he walked away till he disappeared.
Finally, she left the balcony and stepped inside, the house breathed affluence right from the kitchen.
It was spacious and fully furnished with expensive electronics.
You could spot a double door LG fridge chilling at the far end of the kitchen, six burner cooker seated comfortably at the middle,washing machine smiling from the kitchen's corner, an oven staring, water dispenser standing still like the police and modern, wooden cabins all round the kitchen.
As she drifted into the living room, the first encounter was the six-seater dining table, long L-shaped couch, and a 65-inch screen.
The dining table was well arranged; six hotpots sitting royally on top, four wine glasses, few cutleries, and well crafted, artistic glass plates.
"What are we celebrating unc?" She was curious.
"Your first day in the city niece." She answered while holding both her shoulders.
He then walked to the winery beside the television and fished out Chateau Margaux 1787, spanked it gently and brought it to the table.
"Oh no, did I say something wrong?" He was concerned when tears began trickling down her cheeks.
"No, I, I, I just can't remember last, last I had something like this." She opened up.
Her uncle sat down and handed her a clean, white handkerchief, then spilled a few words, "You're now with me Leanne, and I'll make sure you're taken care of."
She just nodded and joked, "Even my feelings will be taken care of, uh? Because you didn't seem to acknowledge that out there moments ago."
They both laughed like children.
"We should eat before the food gets cold." He suggested and served the food.
Before he sat down to enjoy the meal, there was a knock at the door. It was almost midnight and he looked scared.
"Brandon? Brandon?" A desperate male voice was heard, like the person was in pain.
"Get into my room, push the mirror on the wall and get inside. Don't come out no matter what happens, regardless of what you hear." He whispered to his niece.
"But unc..." She tried to speak but he cut her.
"Don't come out." He insisted.
"I'm hurt Brandon. They're in the city." The man at the door shouted in a deep screeching voice.
"The Hunts?!" Brandon asked with a scared tone.
Sweat was all over him at that time of the night.
As he waits for response, there was a thud outside the door like a bomb went off.
"Unc! Unc!" Leanne's voice was heard calling from a distance.
She disobeyed her uncle when there was no response for a minute. She found him on the floor, his face was scorched, the door was in pieces and it's parts spread all over the sitting room.
Only smoke could be seen at the door, but her attention was converged to her lovely uncle.
"Uncle! Unc! Don't do this to me please. You're all I have." She lamented.
"Oh lady, you have us. You don't belong to them, you are one of us." One deep sound came from the door.