*Forgot to mention that I own nothing so I'll just do it now. I OWN NOTHING*
I opened my eyes only to feel groggy and disoriented. My head and neck were throbbing and I could feel, what I assumed to be, a large purple and black bruise forming just below my earlobe. I was turned to the right and laying rather uncomfortably in the seat of our black SUV. The clock read a quarter past four and the world was a swirl of colors outside my window. I thought back to the events that led me to wake up here.
"The bastard bit me." I mumbled under my breath.
"The 'bastard' is sitting right here BC. And he is currently driving so I don't think you want to piss him off at the moment." His deep voice echoed through the night time silence and basically scared the shit out of me causing me to jump and hit my head on the roof of the car… again.
"Some warning would be nice before you scare me again you asshole."
"Well some warning would have been nice when it came to you and your sisters packing up base and sending my brothers and I on a wild goose chase in order to get our soon to be mates; but we didn't get that warning so you are no longer entitled to yours."
"Well someone's a bit grumpy at the moment." I said smirking, "Did wittle Butchie wake up on the wrong side of the coffin?"
"Hey, I can be a bit grumpy. I'm full of angst and hormones." The smirk he gained on his face made him look a little too smug and I began to worry.
"And you know what Cupcake you might want to stop patronizing me seeing as I'm the only one who has the key that'll unlock those handcuffs on your wrist." I looked down only to notice that he was right. My right wrist was enclosed in one end of the stupid thing while the other end was connected to the inside of the SUV door. "And don't even try to break out of them; I gave you a teeny tiny shot of Antidote X so your powers are gone at the moment."
So that explains the headache. I look out the window pissed off at the fact that I let myself get put into this vulnerable situation. Here I am handcuffed to a car that my undead enemy is driving while my sisters are out somewhere with their own undead enemies doing who knows what to them. Oh and to top it all off my undead enemy reached over and took my free hand in his and I don't whether I like it or hate it. Life is just great sometimes. An hour of pure silence passed between us. In fact, the only reason I knew he was still there was because he was still holding my hand.
"We're going to stop at a hotel for the day and get back on the road tonight. Don't pull anything Butters." His voice broke the silence for a short time and I only nodded in response. I was far too tired to argue with him at the moment and my body was really starting to ache.
We pulled into a Best Western that looked almost abandoned and Butch got out of the car; using his best terminator impression he yelled out "I'll be back". I laughed as I saw him walk into the hotel, but as soon as he was out of sight I took the only opportunity I had to run. The idiot never stopped to think about the fact that the teeny tiny amount of antidote x that he put into my system at around midnight wears off quickly.
I broke out of the handcuffs and practically jumped out of the car taking off into the sky. It took me only a matter of seconds to be at least a mile away from the hotel but I wasn't going to stop flying until the sun rose and I knew he couldn't chase me anymore. As I flew I began to wonder how Butch would handle my escape. He was probably pissed at the fact that I had disobeyed him; hell he may even be tearing the hotel apart brick by brick to try and find me. He was probably hurt too. Mad that I left him alone. Mad that I continue to run away from him. Mad that he can't have me.
My thoughts about the ruff were interrupted when I was side tackled from the right. Speak of the devil, Butch was currently pushing me towards the ground and no amount of resistance on my part could have stopped the impact. While struggling to get away from him I felt his hands grip my waist as he pulled me into his chest. We hit the ground hard, skidding about forty feet before coming to halt. I was on top of him with my arms wrapped around his neck; his hold on my waist comparable to steel iron bars. In an instant he had us flipped so that he was on top of me and I was reminded of the moments after the Professor's death. How the hell I keep getting myself into these situations I may never know.
"I told you not to pull this shit again Buttercup. I don't know how I'm going to get it into your head that you are mine but I will. Trust me babe you won't ever escape me. I don't know why you're wasting your time trying. But it needs to stop. Now." He was far beyond pissed at the moment and I wasn't sure if responding would just piss him off further so I just laid there, stunned at the rage that was hidden deep within his tone.
"How many times do I have to tell you that you're mine before you stop running?" He moved his head so our foreheads were touching and closed his eyes before repeating the words he spoke only hours ago "My own little personal ray of light".
His lips meet mine for a light kiss and the world was slowly starting to spin again when he suddenly stood up and held out his hand to help me get up. I got up on my own and he chuckled at my silent refusal for help. I looked at him for an instant before sprinting off, but in no time he had caught my wrist, grabbed my hips and hoisted me over his shoulder as if I was a small child. I felt something hard and flat hit my ass and realized that the bastard had spanked me. I growled in frustration as he took off into the sky chuckling and headed back to the hotel.
We arrived seconds after our little fiasco and he flew up to the third story balcony of the hotel. He walked up to one of the rooms, took a key card out of his pocket, and opened the door all while enduring the punches I was throwing at his back and ignoring my refusals to be carried like a child. He walked into the room locked the door, shut the blinds, and practically threw me on the bed knocking the air out of my lungs. He was looking down at me with a glare gracing his features. So I glared back at him.
"Why in the world are you so frustrating Buttercup Utonium? I don't get how someone so tiny can be so damn frustrating!" His voice filled the room and caused my lips to form a smirk.
"It's a talent"
"Well it needs to stop." He said while sitting down on the other side of the bed. "It's my job as your mate to protect you and keep you safe, but I can't do that if we're constantly playing this game of cat and mouse. I caught you fair and square Cupcake. You're mine." With each word Butch was moving closer to me until he was finally close enough to capture my lips in his. This kiss wasn't like any other kiss he had given me before. It was a frustrated kiss; he kept pulling me closer and closer to him as if he was afraid that I wasn't real. And that's when it hit me, he was scared. He was scared of losing me.
He pulled away and kissed the tip of my nose. He then grabbed the pillow behind my head and one of the many blankets off of the bed and threw them on the floor.
"What are you doing?" I asked, confused as to why he broke our kiss just to throw some shit on the floor.
"I'm sleeping on the floor you can have the bed" He said while laying out the blanket.
"Why are you sleeping on the floor?"
"Because you would through a bitch fit if I tried to sleep in the same bed with you."
"I would throw a bitch fit?" I wasn't sure whether to be insulted or whether to start laughing my ass off at the fact that Mister Macho Man Butch just used the phrase bitch fit.
"Yes you would throw a bitch fit."
"I would not throw a bitch fit if you slept on the same bed with me dumbass. In fact, if you promise not to try anything you can sleep up here with me."
"And there will be no bitch fit thrown about your personal space and how I'm and inconsiderate ass?" he asked amused.
"There will be no bitch fit thrown over my personal space. But unfortunately for you we can't argue the already established fact that you are an inconsiderate ass." I said as he picked up the pillow and blanket from the floor and laid down on his side of the bed.
"Not funny Butters." He growled playfully before wrapping one of his arms around my waist and pulling me close to his chest. His head found the familiar nook between my shoulder and neck and he sighed contently.
Minutes passed.
"Butch I can't sleep. I think I'll just go outside for some air." I said as I tried to untangle myself from his arms.
"Nice try Cupcake, but no." His grip on my waist tightened and he pulled me in closer. "Goodnight Butters."
"Don't you mean good morning" I said while narrowing my eyes. He chuckled tiredly as he let sleep take him.
I woke up that night with my face buried in the crook of Butch's shoulder; our legs where a tangled mess and both his arms where wrapped around my thin frame. I had no clue how I was going to get out of this without waking him up. I still needed to escape whether or not I had feelings for the idiot or not. My job is to protect the people of Townsville and I can't do that if I'm three states over. As I was thinking about how to escape I felt fingers tracing up and down my spine. I looked up to see Butch Jojo smiling down at me with groggy eyes. He looked at the clock that sat on the night stand on my side of the bed and sighed.
"We have a meeting to attend in about four hours; we need to hit the road." His chin rested on top of my head for some time before he finally untangled himself from me and threw a bundle a cloth at me.
"I grabbed some of the clothes you had in the car. Be changed in four minutes unless you want me to do it for you." He said with a wink.
"Get out of the room you perv!" I threw a pillow at him as he opened the door laughing. I changed quickly and looked out the window to see where Butch was. If I was lucky he'd be at the car and I'd have a chance at getting away, but I wasn't. Instead he was standing guard right outside of the door. He spotted me through the window and gave me a smug wave. I responded by flipping him the bird.
He was laughing as I came out of the room and he captured one of my hands in his practically dragging me to the car. He opened the passenger side door expecting me to get in; instead I just stood there wanting to test his patience.
"Come on Butters, we can do this the easy way or the hard way." He barred his fangs at the end indicating that the hard way would be a reoccurrence of last night's events. I sighed angrily and got into the car. As if I wasn't pissed off enough the bastard had the nerve to slap my ass as I walked past him. He then proceeded to pull out a syringe that I assumed contained Antidote X. My eyes widened and before I could protest he had poked my right arm with the needle and was pressing the clear liquid into my veins. And to top it all of he pulled out another pair of handcuffs from his pocket and proceeded to handcuff me to the car door before shutting it and walking around to the driver's seat.
"Do you just happen to carry around multiple pairs of handcuffs or am I just a special case?" I asked sarcastically while trying to hold up my handcuffed hand for him to see.
"Oh your special alright babe." And this is a perfect example of why I always feel the strong need to slap that stupid grin off his face.
"Where are we going?" I ask changing the subject.
"Home"
"To Townsville?" A smile creeps to my lips as a glimmer of hope appears in my mind. It would be incredible to see the city again.
"No to my home, soon to be your home" He said grabbing my free hand as usual, "You'll love the house. And don't worry your sisters will be there soon."
"So this meeting is with your brothers? And my sisters will be there?"
"Yep" silence fell as we drove along the highway so I took to looking out the window at the fast pace world outside. Butch ran his thumb along my fingers and I turned to look at him.
"I suggest you keep your eyes on the road before you kill us both… well before you kill me at least." He laughed at that and uttered a simple sorry.
"Why were you staring at me anyway? It's not like you haven't seen me nonstop for the past 24 hours."
"I was thinking, if you must know."
"Wow I didn't know you were capable of that." I said mockingly. He growled playfully; squeezing my hand tighter while keeping his eyes on the road.
"What were you thinking about?" I asked, trying to make conversation. I've been stuck in this damn car for far too long and absolutely hate the long amounts of silence I've had deal with.
"I was thinking about how you're going to make one hell of a vampire." He said simply; as if telling me that he was basically going to kill me was something that normal people use in regular day to day conversations.
"Excuse me?" I said thoroughly pissed off at him.
"Did you really think that I would let my mate stay human? Butterbabe that would mean that you die in a matter of years and me being an immortal creature and all I can't really allow that to happen. You're mine for all of eternity sweet cheeks."
"So to save me from dying you're going to kill me? Yeah, because that makes perfect sense Butch"
"It's the only way for you to stay with me Cupcake. There's no other option and I suggest that you accept that and move on. Fighting me won't work babe. I always get what I want and I want you by my side forever. That's just how it works."
I didn't reply. If he thinks that I'll just submit to the fact that he is planning on killing me then he is dead wrong. I won't go easily. I'll kick and scream and claw my way to a normal life if I have to. This game of cat and mouse is back on Butch. Catch me if you can.
*I was really excited with the reviews I got! They all made me breathe a sigh of relief knowing that the first chapter wasn't utter crap. Thanks to anyone who reviewed. I'm planning on continuing this for one more chapter but that could change depending on it's popularity among the readers. Thanks so much for reading!*