The Beginning of the End
Prologue
~ Flashes of blood and skin…Screams of my past…yelling in a deep male baritone…"Get out of my house…little freak" a flash of heat…more screams..."No Daddy please…" A small girl...but why...
Chapter 1
I woke up my head pounding, muscles aching. I sat up slowly, I was unsure how to move considering I didn't really know where I was…I don't remember much. Just…that I got kicked out of my house…
"Flare…sweetie." A male voice calling me a…sickeningly familiar... nick name.
" Depends...Who wants to know?"
"Calm down. I'm helping you out...remember?
"No ...Should I?
"Yes..." He came into view then. I thought I was going to choke when he came into the light. His black hair glistened in the soft light of what I could now see was a bed room. His eyes a soft, startlingly beautiful blue. He was tall, muscular. I never believed in love at first sight before this moment. Then it all came back to me, the fight with my father. The screams in my dreams. Belonged to me, and the No daddy please...that was my younger sister... My Jessica... Now they were on their own...how sad.
"Sorry. The fog of sleep deprivation clouded my memory...what was your name again?"
"My name is Bane." His voice was soft, seductive even in its politeness.
"Bane, could you get me a glass of water please?" He nodded and turned around his black leather rider's jacket swaying with the movement.
I was checking my self in the mirror; examining the bruises from my dad...I was patching up a cut with the first aid kit from my back pack when I heard Bane clear his throat behind me.
"Hi." I swept my hair back from my eyes nervously.
"Your water." He held up a cobalt blue glass.
"Oh...thanks." I took the glass and sat back down on the bed.
"You seem…more nervous than you were when I left. Are you ok?"
"Yeah…I'm fine. Just…I'm tired of life."
"I understand that. Trust me." He rolled his eyes. I giggled. He smiled.
"You know…you're kinda cute when you laugh." He stood in front of me and leaned closer. My thank you caught in my throat as his lips came within millimeters of my own. I'm not sure why but I closed the gap between our lips and kissed him with a fevered passion. I felt the cobalt glass start to slip out of my grip. He must have caught it be cause I never heard it hit the hard wood floor. I tangled my hands in his hair and pulled my self closer to him. He wrapped a hand around my waist and stood up. His lips never left mine. I heard him set the glass down as his other arm wrapped it's self around me. He picked me up and sat down on the bed, his hands wandering across my overheated skin. He kissed me with a possessive edge. I could feel the arrival of a human at the door. Three loud knocks at the door before I heard it being hit off its hinges,
"Honey, I'm home" A male voice sounded from the front door.