A/N: Hello lovely loves. It's been awhile, but I had this idea earlier while I was playing against my brother in one of his Need For Speed games. (Silly I know) :P
Her feet pounded against the forest ground, she quickens her breathing as if that would help her get away farther.
It's always the same game.
She runs, he chases and in the end they press restart and play all over again.
"Not this time." She says breathlessly. Putting in everything she can, she pushes herself to go faster.
Why does he insist on me as his toy? Playing these immature games? What's the point to this madness?
But..
As much as she hates to admit it, she loves the thrill; the adrenaline that courses through her veins. The way her lungs screamed for a chance to breathe, to stop and rest. She loves how in the end, no matter what he always catches her, he always wants more.
"You are playing my game Rossa, my rules are the only rules; I am always the winner." She hears in the back of her mind.
All these thoughts pour themselves into her mind, shifting her attention from where she is going to the main event in the end. Her feet soon reach the pavement on the road.
The sound of a car horn—too close to for her liking—was blaring at her. Abruptly she realizes what's going on before it truly happens, but only by a few milliseconds. An SUV in dark shade of red collides with her at top speed. They swerve away as she rolls across the pavement. The pain rattles through her, her insides bleeding from the destruction.
I made it.
She smiles painfully.
I win.
The man from the SUV runs slams his breaks and runs to her, trying to keep her conscious as his wife calls 911.
Before she blacks-out, she hears the familiar risqué voice and sees the handsome face of the man who consumed her thoughts, the man who brought this fate upon her. A smirk creeps onto his face as he crouches down beside her.
"Oh Rossa, how dare you cheat in my game? You know you'll never win."
He chuckles darkly, "I make the rules, I control the players; and you are mine, forever."
He kisses her lips once more and grasp tightly onto her smooth neck.
In all the night silence, a nauseating snap echoes off of everything and anything.
"Game over." He smirks.
She awakes to the same scene, the same game, the same world; and this time, there isn't a reset button.
A/N: I don't know why, but I really enjoyed writing this one. :)
It's fun to get a little bit of a darker Damon in a story!
Reviews and criticism are highly appreciated!
-Mel
