In less then a second I was spun around and pressed against the pale, blue wall in front of me, Tate's hard body pinning me in place so I couldn't move.
"You're real... I knew you had to be" I breathed, panting from the close proximity of someone I lusted after for so long. He was so close I could feel his cold breath against my mouth, I ached to close the distance between us and steal a kiss from those sinfully delicate lips.
"Who are you? How do you know me?" He asked, pressing his toned chest against me harder in what I presumed was supposed to be a threatening gesture but all it managed to do was send another flood of heat between my thighs.
I tried to hide the moan that was building in my throat but failed, it slipped easily from my lips. I knew from the way he tilted his head to the side, his dark eyes lighting up like a lightbulb had just flickered on, that I was in for a wild ride.
"Scarlett.. But people call me Raven" I said, finally answering his question, I sucked in a breath as his cold fingertips brushed against the line of my underwear, just above where I wanted him most.
"Why do they call you that?" His head cocked to the side almost like a curious puppy, his floppy blonde hair falling into his deep, coal black eyes as his fingers slid lower.
"B - because I like to dine with wolves" I stuttered, his fingers were just inside the line of my panties now and the aching between my legs was becoming unbearable.
The dining with wolves thing was a metaphor a few of my friends back in Virginia had come up with based on my reputation to date the "Fucked up, psycho type" as my friend Lacey had put it. Back then I had no idea I would ever end up here, staring into the stormy eyes of the so called "psychopath" I've admired since I was seventeen.
"Why are you here?" His voice was soft and whispering but his eyes held a demand. A demand I knew I would be punished for if I disobeyed. A fleeting throught scurried across my mind that maybe I wouldn't exactly be against getting punished, but I shoved it away for the moment.
"I bought the house... And I came to see you" I choked out, his fingers were so close to where I needed him. There was a beg ready to drain from my lips but I bit them to keep it sealed away. The heat between my legs was close to driving me crazy.
"Why?" he stepped back with an awestruck look on his face, his fingers sliding free from my bottoms. His teasing game was over, he had gotten what he wanted.
I let out a loud whine in protest, but I answered him anyway. "Because.. I know what you are, Tate".
And just like that, he was gone. Obliterated into thin air like he never even existed, carried off with the midnight wind blowing through the open window. I let out a long breath, slowly sliding down the wall and seating myself on the cold, dusty wood floor.
"Well, that didn't go how I thought it would" I said to myself, brushing my black bangs out of my face. I traced circles in the dust on the floor with my fingertips, thinking over what had transpired in the last few minutes. A smile slowly spread onto my lips, forming into a wide grin.
I knew he had to be real, all the news reports, the deaths here. It was too much of a coincidence for it to not be him.
I picked myself up off the floor with a small giggle, twirling around the room, my bare feet sliding through the dust.
"Sweet dreams are made of this... Who am I to disagree?" I sang my favorite song lowly to myself as I fell backwards onto the mattress in the corner.
"Some of them want to use you... Some of them want to get used by you" I sang, twirling a piece of raven black hair around my finger.
"Well, isn't this just cozy" my mouth snapped shut like a trap as a feminine voice carried from the other side of the room. My eyes trailed the form that had appeared in the room with me. Long straw-like blonde hair, pale face, grandma dress. Ah, yes. Violet.
"So, I see the rumors are false. Everyone thought you skipped town with the baby six years ago. Then again I never did, I figured you died here like the rest of them. What was your name again? Daisy? No, that's not it. Rose?" I taunted her with a devilish smirk.
"It's Violet" she snapped, mashing her teeth together.
"Violet, Daisy. Same difference" I teased, grinning sadistically.
"Look, I came up here to warn you about Tate. I don't know how you know about him or any of us but stay away from him. He's bad news and this house is crowded enough as it is. We don't need another soul trapped here because of Tate"
I rolled my oceanic blue eyes, standing up from the mattress and walking towards her, I slowly started to put the pieces together in my head.
"Let me guess, you guys hooked up and once you found out about his big, bad past you ran for the hills? Am I getting close? I'm gonna take another guess judging from the cuts that I can clearly see on your wrists that you killed yourself. So, let's get one thing straight here, princess. I don't need protecting, and I sure as hell don't need protecting from Tate" I growled.
"You have no idea what you're signing yourself up for. He's a bad person, he'll hurt you. And I'll be there to say I told you so"
"Maybe he'll hurt me" I said, nodding my head as I got into her face, leaning over so I could whisper in her ear. "But I'll probably like it" I cackled at her look of disgust, my laugh echoing around the empty room.
"You're sick" she said.
"I know" I grinned wickedly. "You couldn't handle the prince of darkness, but I sure can"
"The prince of darkness? What are you some psycho fan girl?" She barked out a laugh but I remained silent, staring at her with head cocked to the side.
"My name is Raven and I'm your worst nightmare"
How was that? Was the smutty stuff too weird? Lol as you can tell so far Scar's mental state is a bit questionable XD and she's a bit too smart for her own good. Let me know how you guys liked this chapter, I love hearing from you guys.
Also the song she sings is Sweet Dreams by Marilyn Manson but it's covered by Emily Browning.
