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Her cheeks burned against the cold floor. She slowly opened her eyes blinking. Elizabeta tried to sit up in confusion to process what was going on. She noticed her ankle was chained to the floor.
"What...where am I?" she whispered to her self aloud not expecting an answer.
"Well you have awoken, you are with me. You are all mine now." spoke a accented voice Elizabeta could put her finger on who is was. Most likely due to the fact she may have been drugged.
"w-who.. Are you?"
She looked around the room for the face to match the name but she found nothing so where was the voice coming from?
"I'm wounded Señorita! How could you not know me? I am a close amigo to your dear Prussia!" the voice stepped from the dark and the face revealed it self in the soft flickering candle light.
"Antonio?"
The Spaniard nodded and smiled brushing his soft hand along her neck, making the hair and her neck and arms stand up eerily.
"I don't know what they see it you," he stated "Gilbert could do better. He should be with me señorita! Not you! I don't see what Roderich sees in you either! He's an aristocrat he deserves better!" he circled around her and looked down on her with a disgusted look to make her feel dominated and Inferiour. It was working. He ran his fingers through her soft wavy brunette hair then suddenly snatched it and yankedand hard as he could.
"AHHHK!" she shrieked reaching back at his hands. Her nail dug into him and he released her, tossing her forward to the ground.
He then slapped her hard on the face with the back of his firm, strong hand. She fell to the floor and held her small trembling hand to her swrolling throbbing cheek.
"How dare you!" he yelled and she spat at his face with a mix of saliva and blood. "You little Bitch!" he yelled again.
He knelt by her and pushed her down and put his hands around her neck and squeezed with amazing strength. His grip on her airway got tighter. She gasped desperately and clawed at his hand even drawing blood but he only squeezed harder. Elizabeth's eyes dwelled up with tears that ran down her cold pale face. Her emeradle eyes said what her voice could not. 'please, dont have to do this'. She dug her nails deeper into neck wrists. Blood trickled down and landed on her bottom lip. Her grip on his arm weakened, just like her grip on life.
"...please... don't... stop..." she managed in a hourse, breathless, dying voice that escaped her throat. First, everything was blurry from tears and her losing consciousness. Then it when dim everything was going black. Then nothing, just empty darkness.
'Am I dead?' was the only thought she knew. It repeated in her head.
"-abeta! Elizabeta! Hey, c'mon vake up!" said a German accented voice that sounded far off in the distance but she could feel the warm breathe on her skin and cold hands holding hers tightly.
"mm.. I.. W-what happen?" she whispered and opened her eyes to see Gilbert leaning over her and squeezing her hand. His eyes were red. His eye color was red, under his eyes were red from tears. Behind him stood Roderich looking away from them. He look like has been crying too. Elizabeta's eyes wondered the room and saw Antonio slumped on the floor beaten and bloody.
"Elizabeta! Your okay! Oh thank God! I vought I lost you!" Gilbert said smiling in an strange way. He usually wasn't like this. She looked at his hands. Gilbert was the one to beat Antonio. "it doesn't matter what happen! As long as you're okay! Dont worry zee awesome me saved you."
Yeah... That was more like him. She smiled weakly then looked at Roderichs hands. They were perfect he didn't do a thing. He most likely just stood there as Gilbert beat Antonio to a senseless pulp.
"We should go." Roderich said blankly. Elizabeta tried to sit up but got dizzy. Gilbert then picked her up and carried her. She rested her head on his chest. Listgoing to his heart beat. Roderichlooked forwardclicked he didn't even care. Then he flicked those violet eyes at them. Then looked away again.
In that breif moment Elizabeta saw jealousy and hatred in his eyes. Jealousy that the beautiful Hungarian womanwould never love him like she loved Gilbert. Hatred that Gilbert a reckless, cocky, idiot had won her over. She was hot headed at time but she was carefull, humble and clever. A kind caring woman. He cleared his throat. She would never love him. Was the thought that constantly burnt hate in to him. 'Gilbert is a threat. I need to be rid of him,' he told himself as Gilbert kissed Elizabetas forehead and whispered "I love you," she whispered the words in return and he just closed his eyes a sighed. Wanting to kill Gil right then and there.
Thanks again for reading! Please tell me what you think! The story will be continued soon! Will Roderich really kill Gilbert? Or is it just jeoulousy speaking?