Chapter Four: Ah saquina It's Smiba!
You would think that after all that has happened I would get a good night's sleep, but alas I did not rest a wink. Why you ask? Well I'll tell you
One I forgot to change out of my day clothes so my jeans were turned all funky dunky, Second the GOSH DANG FLYING RATS WOULD NOT SHUT UP! The ravens outside apparently would like to announce that they want to get with it on a dull black ladybird on a oak tree a few feet back. Last, but certainly not forgotten is my little boy-problem. Many of you are most likely going " Why Emily, would you be complaining about the hot and charming one thousand year old Czech citizen falling to his knees licking the ground you walk on like some of those Bieber fans." I'll gonna teach you a thing alright so listen up, Benedikt Tmavy is a P-R-O-B-L-E-M, and if you don't speak the Southerners English than I'll put it in Spanish He's a problema, let's try Dutch he's a probeem or maybe Polish, okay that one comes out as a cognate so there! I rest my case.
Ben is great don't get me wrong it's just….. I don't think he likes me like that. He's probably got hundreds of lady vamps lining up at the gate of his castle to become Darlings with him. I can't see why he'd want a simpleton like me, just a small town girl living in a lonely world. Oh Journey how you understand me. I'm not very pretty, I would like to call my self with make-up on a strong five and without it a weak two. I don't break mirrors but I'm not Scarlett Johansson walking down the street in a bikini. Ben deserves better.
I heard some shuffling from Mom's bedroom, she must be up. That's rare, she's like a zombie until two o'clock and it's only, I stuck an arm out and click the white home button on my Iphone five ( Hand-me-down from my sister) and up popped and picture of baby Avengers and the white numbers reading, seven o'five. Gee Whiz that's early for me, I'm more of an ten'ish type of person.
With a small grunt I unwound myself from the warm cocoon of happiness I had burrowed in and braved the frigidness of my trailer. I looked around for some fresh clothes for a new day. My eyes raked over the interior of my RV; cream white walls greeted me with a blinding color, small light oak wood cabinets floated over a two burner stove (only I know how to use) that contrasted sharply against the white plastic counter tops came into view on the left side wall. My feet padded against the plush ivory carpets, I opened the far right wardrobe to put the blankets from my twin sized pull-out bed on the top self. I rotated back around and heaved my temporary bed back into place and pulled the table over it to make our small dining room. With that part of my routine done I headed back the dresser I was at before to select an outfit to face the day in. It was was a chilly May morning so I grabbed a long sleeved light blue sweater and some black jeans and flats. I'm not going to bring up undies. With my bundle of things I headed down the narrow passage to the flimsy door that stopped three feet from Mom's room. I creaked it open the door and stepped inside. I flicked up the light switch and hissed at the fluorescent glow of the overhead light. Setting my things on the small oatmeal colored sink and grabbed my blue toothbrush and paste. Twisting the knob on as high heat as it could go, I waited for it to get to the ideal fiery Mordor temperature I love. Reaching out my palm the scalding water washed over slightly burning it. With record speed I ripped off my dirty garments and leaped into the four by four container and sighed. Yasss Goals.
I bent over and picked up my strawberry scented shampoo, why does Ben like this so much? Thirty minutes later I was scrubbed clean and stepping out of the shower. I wrapped a violet towel around my chest and began drying off. Using the corner of the cloth I ran it over the small mirror clearing away the fog. Ugh me face. It's was all pale and thin. Totally runway model material. There was a few scattered zits on my chin and in between my eyebrows. Ugh raging teenage acne.
A knock on the door made me screech and trip on my left pant leg and fall over into the shower. Ow that hurt.
"Emily, did you trip again?" I could hear the humor in my mother's voice. See my mom is just so desensitized to my tripping because it happens quite often. Yay for me.
"N no, my…. Shirt fell." dear lord Emily get a grip.
"That sounded heavier than a shirt Emmie." Momma laughed a reply.
"I was in the shirt." Yass, my sass was a full spin today. If I could describe myself with three words they would be sweet, smart, and sassy. Bonus points for alliteration. I finish pulling up my pants and begin working my sweater over my wet, tangly hair.
"Now that's better, anyways I was going to ask you if you could go to the village and get some things." She slowly opened the pale door and peeked her short grey and blonde head inside. You see my sister and I got our brown hair and eyes from mom, but until four years ago it was a pretty chocolate but a massive amount of grey took over the poor unsuspecting hairs near the crown of her head, after that she dyed the rest so you couldn't tell. Reaching for the handle on the top right drawer I brought out a dark pink brush and proceeded to comb it through my tangles.
"Uh, yeah Mom, I'll do it. I wanted to get away anyway so." Mother came up behind me started to French braid my hair; It was the only type she could do. She let loose a blinding smile and kissed my cheek.
"Great! Thanks, I'll be busy today, so don't call unless it's an emergency okay? Please be back at ten. Here's the list of crap I need and be safe." Mom said all this while shoving me though the trailer and out the door. With a quick love you she slammed the screen door shut with a thud. I just manage to snatch up my wallet before I was thrust into the cold unforgiving sun of outside. Hiss the sun it blindsss usss, the outernet is scary.
"Well love you too mom!" I shout after her. Ugh I have to be around people. Flipping my braid over my shoulder I set out on my quest.
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It was a little chilly outside as a gust of wind blew up some dead golden leaves from the ground in a wind spiral. I had chosen to go along an old bike trail through the woods next to the fair. Fall was my favorite season, so I enjoyed the lonely walk. I was humming a random tune to fill the silence. That scared me, there should be some sound like birds, wind, or anything showing that the forest is alive.
"That's a pretty tune you got there girl." I spun around in fear and blindly looked around for that voice that sent shivers down my spine. I gasped when I saw a man with a face not even his mother could love. He looked 'bout thirty-three with a receding hairline, and black eyes. They were not like Ben's whose were warm and inviting, but the way he looked at me was like the way I looked at chocolate cake. His jeans were dirty and ripped and his shirt had stains on it that I couldn't even begin to guess what they were. His skin was so pale I could see every vein and artery, it was stretched thin over his bony body that was to tall. I felt, suddenly, that the center of this man's attention was a very bad place to be.
"Um, h-hello, sir, c-can I help you?" Wow Emily way to stutter that out like a idiot. He grinned with his rotten yellow teeth and took a step forward. I, on instinct, took a step back. I was to far away from anyone to scream for help. I was truly alone with this man.
"Now, don't be scared sweetheart, I just want to have some fun that's all. I can guarantee that you will enjoy it." This man outweighed me by a least twenty pounds, I wouldn't be able to fight him head on. I either have to run or use my powers. The latter was a last resort. I only know how to grow tiny seeds into sproutlings, nothing that can be used for offence. The man was two feet away, I need to run now.
"Well I'm sorry sir, but I have to go, I hope you can find a brothel to fulfill your needs soon." I gave him a tight lipped smile and sprinted away. A bony hand enclosed my tiny wrist and yanked me backwards.
"Sweetie, don't you run now, alright?" His rancid breath blew in my ear. It smelled of whisky. I whimpered softly, a new fire lit up in my veins and I whipped around and punched him in the nose and brought my knee up to his groin and crushed them. He let go instantly to cradled his bruised junk.
"You B!tch" He spat out the words and slowly stood up. "I'll gonna rape you now and enjoy every minute of your screams." He reached out for me and I screamed and made a break for it. I could hear his feet catching up to me. I'm not going to make it. I'm going to die, tears were flowing down my face as the wind stung against my eyes. I had passed large beech trees with their roots jutting out of the earth. Breath left my lungs as I was tackled to the ground by a hard force. With a face full of dead leaves and mud I tried to sit up. A weight pressed into my back, gaunt fingers grabbed my hair and yanked it back painfully. His lips slowly kissed my ear as he whispered harsh words. I heard a zipper being undone and sobbed. I was going to be rapped, my virginity was going to be taken away from me without my consent. A low growl harshly snapped me out of my dismal thoughts. It seemed to do the same to the guy who currently had his pants down to his ankles.
The man screamed as a large golden lion pounced on him. The male beast was crouched over me snarling. I could tell he was a dude because he was hung like Godzilla's horse. That is if Godzilla had a horse. Why is a lion in North Ireland and why ,more importantly, is he protecting me? I closed tightly on my self in the fetal position with my pale hands clutching tightly around my knees. My potential rapist screamed.
"I'm sorry you can have her, just don't kill me." He pleaded as he crawled away slowly. A snap came from the jaws of the beast, slobber oozed out and landed next to my nose and I shrunk closer into the ground. The man peed his yellow and brown briefs and fainted. Gee Wiz bro way to be strong. The lion bounded over to the body and sniffed it, it made a scoffing noise and looked away. I giggled and tried standing on my feet. My small sound brought the lion's attention back towards me. Oh crap, I slowly backed away, but as soon as my left foot touched the ground I felt it collapse under my weight. I must have twisted it when I was knocked over. Before I hit the ground a fury pelt brushed against my tummy. I began to move away when he growled softly at me. Okay, let's not move Emily, the beast does not like that. He carefully lowered himself onto the ground and I couldn't help but follow. I nested myself into the nook of an old beech tree and let out a groan. He whimpered and nuzzled my thigh. I lifted my shaking hand and scratched him behind the ears, he let a chuffing sound out in happiness. Lions don't purr they make a uh uh sound, I learned that when I was ten from a three hour documentary on Nat Geo Wild. Love that place I do. Softly smiling I continued my ministrations.
"Thank you for saving me Simba. I'm sorry I don't have a name for you, but I can give you mine which is Emily, in case you're wondering." I took and shaky breath, and looked down. My gaze was met by a pair of beautiful golden eyes.. Wow they were breathtaking. He licked my face, I giggled and swatted his large head away.
"Hey, sir you're gonna have to take me to dinner first." The lion made a funny guttural noise and nuzzed my neck, I slowly rested my head on top and closed my eyes.
"You know that you are a very handsome lion, and your main is real dark which is a sign for a high testosterone count, that must get all the lady lions crazy." He let out another chuffing sound and wrapped his thin tail with a tuft of light brown fur around my legs. I chuckled and rubbed my fingers up and down his muzzle, and watched as he closed his eyes in contentment.
"I'm sorry you got mixed up with my problems, and I'm really thankful for your assistance. T-that man would would have r-ra." I let out a deep sob and buried my face into his warm main. He whimpered and cuddled closer, there was not even a breath between us.
"It's not your fault Mr. Lion, It's mine I should know better than to go out walking alone in a remote place. I was just begging to get attacked." The lion snarled dangerously and jumped up. I squeaked in surprise and shuffled to the tree. He turned and faced me with his eyes glowing with unspoken anger. Mine widened in fear, he took a step forward his face showing remorse. I reached out my hand to let him push his cold nose into my palm.
"It's okay you just scared me that's all. Hey I forgot to ask during my ramble if you're lost. You are probably tired of hearing my voice." I laughed nervously. He shook his head and licked my nose. " You seem quite smart for a lion" He gave me a proud look and pranced around like a show dog. I laughed loudly and rolled on the ground clutching my sides. " You look like one of those show dogs!" He suffered and bared his long teeth. Yikes those are scary. " Well you do!" He sat down faced away from me and stuck his head into the air. He's pouting. I crawled towards him mindful of my swollen ankle. Still giggling, I began to pet his back.
"Oh, don't be like that Mufasa, You are a independent male beast who needs no pride." He flopped over on his back and roared with laughter. I chuckled along with him. My laugh faded away and I sat up. "I need to go home, Mom will worry. I've been out for three hours and it's only 'sposed to take two. And it takes an hour to walk home. Hey, where are my manners what's your name? I forgot to ask, sorry." He made tisk sound and leaped up and landed with grace in front of me. He stuck out a large forepaw and scribbled something in the dirt. The handwriting was so bad I almost couldn't read it. It read Damek. What a cool name.
"Your penmanship is absolutely terrible." He glared at me. "I like your name, Damek, it is a strong name." His eyes rolled back in his head with happiness. hemh wonder why? I stood up beside him. Ugh another thing that's taller than me, I only came up to Damek's nose. He is larger than normal lions and his eyes are too human. What is he? He nudged his head gently between my thighs. I think he wants me to get on his back.
"Do you want me to ride you?" I questioned. Damek nodded. Well okay then. I swung my leg over and heaved myself onto his broad shoulders. I could feel the rippling of his toned muscles under me. I dug my hands into his pelt and squealed like a baby when he took of running. He looked back at me and I gave a thumbs up. I must be smiling pretty big, cause he smiled too. The wind was blowing my curls around my face and into my mouth. Perks of long hair. I chatted away about random things and he just listened sometimes laughing or gunting when I asked him a question.
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It took thirty minutes less to get back riding on Damek's back then it would take walking. And a lot safer, although there was times I almost fell off. Hehe. Reaching the edge of the wood Damek slowed down to a stop. Damek slowly crouched to the forest floor and tilted his right side so I could slide off easy. Standing on my right foot only I hopped a inch to kiss his nose in gratitude. He closed his eyes and leaned closer to my lips.
"I wish you could stay Damek, but I think the fare-goers would freak." I snorted a bit and scratched his favorite spot behind his ears. His leg bounced up and down like a dog.
"Emmaline Atwell! Where have you been? Ben and I have been worried sick. He felt your fear and I practically had to chain his arse to the bed so he wouldn't roast himself alive decapitating the person who made you scared!" Florence screeched, stomping towards me and Damek, eyes burning like molten pools of steel. Oh sweet baby Jesus. She stopped three feet in front of us, her face surprised and mouth gaping. "Damek? What are you doing here?" She giggled and tossed her hair over her shoulder and walked towards him. Ugh she's flirting with a lion.
"Wait, Florence how do you know Damek?" I carefully edged my foot under Damek's warm fur, in hopes of her not seeing it. She let out a girly giggle and hugged Damek.
"Oh silly, Damek is Ben's Blood brother." Whaaa?
"What's a.." I was cut off from the rest of my sentence by a livid looking Benedikt decked out in all black without a single sliver of skin showing, marching our way.
"Shift Damek. Now." Ben demanded, his eyes were hard and cold. I jumped a bit and shrunk closer to Damek. Ben's eyes soften and he stepped in my direction. He gently grasped my bicep and drew me into his arms. Carrying me bridal style he strolled to a tree and popped a squat in the shade. Once I was nestled safely, he lightly took my ankle in his large calloused palm. I cried out in pain, Ben hissed and Damek growled.
" Oh Emmie what happened?" Florence perched on her thighs and rested her and in mine. The sound of bones breaking made me snap my head to the right. Oh My God! In the place of my lion was a man. It's Damek! He looked about Ben's age but I knew he may be much older. His light honey eyes showed laughter and mischief and they were spaced evenly apart, sitting below brown somewhat bushy eyebrows that seemed to curve as a natural extension of his broad, rounded nose. His face held forward in a steady gaze angled at my foot. He had an air of authority. Damek's sandy blond hair fell into his eyes because of his crouched position. It hung straight with a slight curl at the ends down into an angular cut at his strong jaw. His lips were on the thinner side but had slight dimples in the cheeks. I looked down and saw his taut chest and a six pack, but because of the way he was sitting he had a puge. He was broad shouldered and handsome. Looking down farther I saw that he was naked. Oh lord! I squeaked and thrust my head into the crook of Ben's neck.
You were ogling him. I would like it to stop.
I-I was not. He is naked!
I know that Emmaline, if you would like to oggle anyone you may do so to me.
I slapped Ben's chest and curled closer. His scent calmed me. Damek let loose a loud cackle and patted my head.
"No need to be shy Emmie, cose I'm not." Damek's voice wasn't too deep but not high either, I guessed middle range, but he has a little bit of an accent was he from the south? It had an undertone of laughter. Ugh whats with all these hot people can't I just have an average guy! I feel like potato next to these models.
"Damek put clothes on." Ben glared and placed a hand not rubbing my ankle to tuck my head under his chin.
"Why Benie? You 'fraid I'll steal your Darling?" Damek wiggled his eyebrows and winked at me. Ben snarled and pulled me closer.
"MINE!" I scoffed and pulled away harshly.
"I am not an object you can claim Benedikt !" I shoved my hands into his chest and crawled away. Florence gasped caught me. Ben's face was unreadable.
"Now Emmie, you need to calm down and go back to Ben, You don't understand." Typical Florence trying to keep the peace. But I was beyond caring at this point.
"No I do" I glared at Ben. Looking right into his black eyes I ground out, "I don't care if you are the Lord Jesus himself descending from Heaven, you will be able to call me yours when you earn it!" I was not going to be like those girls in the werewolf fictions were as soon as they meet their mate submit and let him control them. I stood up swiftly and tried to walk away. Key word tired. As soon as my foot touched the ground I screamed in pain and collapsed. Ben, using his Cursed One speed, landed under me to break my fall.
"Ooof" Ben moaned and shifted to sit up with me back where I started. The thick canopy of trees kept the sun out and the darkness in.
"Whoa. easy there Sunshine, no need to get hasty." Damek came closer, I guess sometime during my rant he had put on a pair of jeans and a button up plaid shirt that Ben brought with him. "Ben, I think you need to take Emily to her mother, I can smell her worry. I will tell you what happened when we get there" Wow super senses. Gone was the carefree tone from earlier, this was dark and dangerous. Damek stood up and held out his hand to Florence. Ben heaved himself up and carried me bridal style. I squirmed the best I could but Ben's grip was too tight. He growled softly and glared at me.
"Emily, sweetie it would be best if you and Ben remained within arms distance, and since you can't walk this the best way." Florence whispered in my ear. Why guurl should I cuuur? Whoa ghetto moment.
Emmaline please.
The desperation in Ben's voice frightened me, why would someone care so much about a person they just met?
I'm sorry Ben, I'm…. I'm not used to having people care like you
Well you should. A small graced my lips, I guess I could be a little nicer to Ben. I leaned up and kissed his stubbly cheek. A small blush formed.
Finally reaching my home, the squad and I entered through the screen door and packed inside like sardines. Time to tell Momma Bear and the Darling.
A/N: Helloo, my readers. As promised for reviews I give you my longest chapter yet, hope you don't mind. I don'y like to swear so any cuss words will be bleeped out or not put in. This chapter goes out to trubleu and their review. Made my day sweetie. I do not own Disney sooo there's that. I have heard about the attacks in Paris, and my heart goes out eh the victims and their families. Please Please Pleeeeease review, it never fails to make me happy! I hope you like this chapter.
AAAAnd as all ways tell me about spelling and grammar mistakes and I will draw up the shame curtains. Happy Thanksgiving!- Love Maybird1