Chapter 2

(Tancred's POV)

Listening to Emma's voice had always given me joy but now it sickens me. I heard her voice echo through the forest. We had been trying to track down their meeting place for a good month. Now we finally found it. We crept in closer to them, I couldn't hear what they were saying but I knew they were planning.

We closed in on them, Lysander was going for Dagbert, Charlie was going after Billy, and I had my sights set on Emma. Giving Sander and Charlie a nod, I grabbed Emma, and they did the same to their targets.

I slipped my hand over her mouth before she could scream; I hauled her over my shoulder. She was kicking and screaming but I continued to carry her to my truck.

I felt her pounding at my back and than her foot striked me in the face. I swung her around so she was facing me. She was different. Her face was covered with anger, there was sorrow in her but I didn't notice that at the moment. I clenched my fist and punched her in the stomach. Before I realized what I did, she had crumbled to the dirt covered ground. I picked her up and looked at her face, her anger had vanished. Her face had looked like it had when I still new her. Remorse filled me, flooding me. Reminding me of her old self, the girl I knew, the night things changed.

Emma's bell like laugh echoed through the halls, as I picked her up and swung her around. Her blonde curls swaying in the natural wind of the spring night. We were in a deserted field that I had found one night while taking a stroll through the woods behind my house.

Emma looked beautiful that night and all I wanted was to hold her close to me.

"Come on, Emma." I called into the dark; Emma snuck up behind me and jumped onto my shoulders. I let her slide down and I grabbed her hand. We started to walk towards the lights in the distance that marked where my house was.

Once we were there I slid my key into the lock and turned the knob.

"Where are your parents?" Emma asked curiously.

"They are in London for the weekend." I answered innocently, but I ruined it by smirking. I lead her up the stairs and into my bedroom.

"I should be going." She stated nervously, "I told my Auntie that I'd be home by eleven."

I didn't answer; I had my own plans in mind.

As we entered my room Emma flicked the light on, but I turned it back off. "Let's leave it off; it is more romantic in the dark." I knew that Emma knew what I meant. Her breathing began to pick up and get louder.

I shut the door and started to unbutton my t-shirt, I let it drop to the ground. Next I pulled down my jeans. Although it was very dark in my room I could see Emma's wide eyes, and I knew she was scared but she didn't say anything as my pants fell to the ground.

I took a step toward Emma; I guided her to the bed.

I could feel Emma's heart beating rapidly as I pulled her shirt off. Then I laid down on the bed. She was shaking and I propped myself up on my elbow I took her hands I pulled her closer to me, until she was lying beside me. Next I took her jeans off, she let me but I could tell she was hesitant. Pulling the covers over us I motioned for her to lie on tip of me. I undid her bra; I could feel her heart beat on my chest. Then I continued.

It felt good; no it felt really could. Her breathing settled and her fingers were intertwined with my hair as were mine in hers. My own wind swirled around us. Both our hearts were beating rapidly.

The next morning I woke up with her still on top of me. The sun was shining brightly through the window. I just stayed still for awhile just studying her face. Her eyes finally fluttered open. Her cheeks turned cherry red –just like they did when ever I looked at her when were younger- when she saw me looking on her. Then I saw realization cross her face as she remembered what had happened the night before.

The only thing she said was, "I need to get home."