Reunion IV: Demand
Chapter 1: The Right One
A/N: Alright, This is the Fourth Installment of Reunion, and it is about Neil and Danaya! As with the Calli x Herry one, it is a good idea to read I'm Not That Person, but not imperative. Please enjoy, and review!
Nope, no owning here.
xxx… I Can See You Kept All The Memories We Lost …xxx
"Work it Neil!" The photographer called from behind the video camera. Neil plastered on another smile that didn't quite reach his mysterious blue eyes and leaned toward the camera, showing off his washboard abs. Pictures snapped and the video camera followed him.
Soon he was done, and he replaced the flimsy white wife beater with a black and white cotton shirt. He dressed in his usual blue denim jeans and went to talk to his photographer about his upcoming movie.
Neil smiled gallantly at his fan girls. They squealed with happiness, and flaunted their looks in his face, trying to get him to ask for their number. He never did, but they always hoped.
The blonde model peered around at his entourage. He could get any woman he wanted, but none of them held much appeal. They couldn't hold his interest. He was always judging them, and knowing deep down that they weren't the right one. But he didn't know who the right one was.
Neil didn't know much anymore. He had always thought that being the most famous model, about to be movie star would be like a dream. He always held out hope that it would finally give him the happiness he wanted.
But it never had. Even his upcoming drama/thriller wasn't making him happy. He was rich beyond his wildest dreams, more famous than any other model had been in a century, and totally gorgeous. But he knew something was missing, he just didn't know what!
As Neil entered the closed off room that his director, photographer, agent, and cameramen were in, he heard a peculiar sound. It was as if someone was trying to breath, and not really succeeding.
Neil entered the room to find his agent studying a woman that was being forcefully held against a wall by the director of his movie. His photographer and cameramen looked frightened.
But that was not what Neil stared at.
The woman was struggling with all her might against the burly man, and Neil had a feeling that had she had a weapon, she could have caused serious trouble. But as it was, she was trapped, and weaponless. Her skin was so pale it was almost translucent. And it was flawless. She had no scar upon any of the skin Neil could see. Her hair was straight and reached just below her collarbone. But it was only when she looked straight at him did Neil feel an anger unlike any he had ever felt flare up.
Her eyes were obsidian black- and full of fear.
Neil had never felt such uncontrollable rage. Who dared make this angel feel fear!?
Her lips were shapely and light pink, perfect kissable lips. Her eyebrows were black, like her hair and her eyes. They were formed like arches, giving her a regal commanding look, but letting her seem approachable.
This was the girl. The girl Neil wanted. She was the one he compared all the others to.
This was the woman… the right one. And another man was making her frightened. Suddenly glad that something had once inspired him to become a fighter, Neil walked straight up to the man holding her.
"Drop her now." Neil commanded. The man laughed.
"And what will you do pretty boy? You even take one more step towards me and I will pull out of your movie so fast, your poor little head will spin." The man threatened.
"You can take your movie and stuff it. I don't need it. Drop her." Neil told him angrily.
"I don't need you to make the movie. And besides, she is really pretty. I think I will take her back to my place." The man said, letting his grimy hand trace her hip.
That was the absolute last straw for Neil. No one touched this woman in front of him while he was around. No one made her scared, or hurt her. She was perfect, even more so than him. And it was his job to protect perfection.
So Neil slammed his fist into the man's face and when he crumpled, Neil kicked him hard in the stomach. Then as the man was struggling for air, Neil turned to look at the woman. She was watching him with a mix of admiration and fear.
"Come here. I won't hurt you. Come to me. Please." Neil coaxed softly, remembering the way his mother had been skittish around men. She eyed him, and then slowly came to his side. He wrapped his arm around her shaking shoulder and before he left, he glanced back at his agent.
"I will be finding a new agent as soon as possible." Neil informed him, shutting the door behind them.
As soon as they were outside the room, Neil spun the woman to look at him. He checked the small scratch on her shoulder and her torn clothes.
"Are you okay?"
"Why do you care?"
Neil pondered this for a moment. He decided to tell her the truth. "I don't know. Are you okay?"
"Yes." She replied, watching the floor.
"Did he scare you?" Neil asked.
"Yes. I hate the thought of being raped. And that's what he wanted to do." She whispered quietly. Neil swallowed hard at a ripple of murderous intent at the man. Instead he approached the woman slowly.
When he drew very close to her, he gently wrapped his arms around her. She smelled of lavender and vanilla. She sighed slightly, as if she wasn't sure if she was about to get hit, or get a hug. Her arms came around him stiffly, as if she wasn't sure about the hug. As if she had never had one before.
"It's okay. You are safe with me." Neil murmured into her ear, gently holding her head to his shoulder.
And then suddenly she was clinging to him and holding him as though her life depended on it. She was breathing heavily, and Neil suspected she was trying not to cry.
"Why are you so nice?" She wondered. Neil laughed lightly.
"Most people would disagree."
"I know. You are Neil. The most famous model in Europe. You are supposed to be rich, egotistical, vain and mean. And yet you just saved me from a bad man, quit a movie that could have made you even bigger and ditched your agent." She whispered.
"I am vain, egotistical and rich. But I don't care about money and I have never been mean." Neil declared. The woman laughed gently.
"Well, I am Danaya. And thank you for saving me." She said, removing her arms from around his neck. Neil knew he missed them more than he should.
She smiled and turned to walk to the door. Neil knew in that instant she was about to walk out of the door, and his life, forever.
Well he couldn't let that happen could he?
"Danaya? Would you like to grab a cup of coffee with me?" Neil called, not even breathing.
She smiled prettily, a light scarlet brushing her cheeks. "I guess so."
Neil strode towards her slowly, already accustoming himself to her needs. He had done this with his mother. His mom had never liked him to surprise her, or to move too fast around her. Neil, sensing the similar feelings around Danaya, walked slowly up to her, making sure not to frighten her off.
"Shall we?" He asked, offering her his arm. She grinned and took it, the blush rising to an even more vivid red. Instead of making her look silly, the breathless grin and red face made her look sexy. Her hair was tousled from the fight and light wind outside and she looked like she had just had a wicked bout of lovemaking.
She was a divine sight for his eyes. Heavenly, some would say. But her beauty was not that of a spirit, nor a goddess. She was purely something else indeed. As beautiful as a celestial being certainly, but not pure enough for that.
Some women were beauties of the earth. Brown, gold, copper tones. They were goddesses in their own right, but solely of the earth. There were women of the gods, whose hair shone brightly in strange colors, and who were almost too beautiful to look upon. But then there were also angels and celestial maidens. It was said they were almost excruciating to look at, because of their otherworldly beauty. Danaya was like an angel, only darker. It was as if sadness and death had touched her brow.
She was only made more beautiful by it, in Neil's opinion. Angels were innocents, and could not survive in the real world. But Danaya... She was an angel that had fallen into this world of cruelty and hate, and had been introduced to something called loss and sacrifice.
Gods could be cruel.
She carried herself with the bearing of a queen. Not a princess, whose chin was so high she walked into walls. But a queen. Who although proud of who she was, had seen too many people die.
Neil decided right then and there. Coffee was not going to be enough. Danaya was captivating him in every way. She was smart, beautiful, mysterious, hurt, innocent and yet knowledgeable. A walking contradiction.
Plus, she was the one he wanted.
And Neil always got what he wanted.
xxx…And I Think I Just Fell In Love With Her …xxx
A/N: So tell me what you think. My favorites so far have been… hmmm… Archie and Atlanta's, and this one. So review. And also, more opinion of the Neil and Danaya lemon. Yes or no?