Jaden

Chapter Three


Amalia looked up at the towering brute who currently had her pinned to her wall. She couldn't believe this was happening!

At first she had been angry that he had her neck in his large grasp, now she just felt fear.

Gut churning, heart pounding fear.

"If... If it's money you were looking for its in the kitchen" she whispered as she watched the changing emotions flicker over his face.

He certainly didn't look like a thief, he wore expensive clothes, and had impeccable taste. He didn't look like he was short of cash, but looks can be deceiving she supposed. Looking up at him she noticed he had the most expressive eyes she had ever seen. She swore she could see all his emotions and thoughts swirling in their depths, and yet, she had no idea what he was thinking...

"I didn't come for your money" His voice was so deep it rumbled from his lips, it resonated an undecipherable accent she couldn't place.

She watched as he looked at her face intently. She felt almost the insane notion to blush, his penetrating stare was un nerving.

"Well? What else..." Her words froze in her throat. As her whole body tensed to fight.

He meant to rape her?

Fear almost choked her as she stared up at him. He was stronger than her, he could so easily overpower her, and no neighbours would come to her rescue. Dear God!

She watched as he read her face, and suddenly burst into laughter. Completely caught by surprise she couldn't help staring at him in confusion.

"Look sweet, I'm not here for that either"

She wasn't sure whether she should trust him or not. After all, he had just broken into your home, and pinned you to a wall Amalia! She scolded herself.

But for some reason her body began to relax again at his words, and her heart seemed to return to functioning.

"What do you want?" She asked, finally noticing that his thumb was flicking ever so slightly over the skin of her neck.

"To talk"


Jaden released his grip suddenly, pulling his hand away and stepping back as if she had burnt him.

He couldn't believe he had been rubbing her skin.

Almost as if he was showing her... affection.

He frowned down upon her, and for once didn't take pleasure at the fear that flooded her tear filled eyes.

He motioned with his hand for her to lead them somewhere to talk, and almost laughed at the way her jaw dropped at his audacity. She shook her head, either to clear it, or as a show of annoyance, before she walked down the corridor and opened a door to her right.

He followed her silently into the small kitchen. Upon the table sat a single glass full of rich red wine, seeing the potent colour made him think of something else that was a similar shade.

He could hear her heart beat beckoning, her pulse beating strong beneath her pale skin...

Barely leashing his hunger he watched as she slumped into a chair and began to continue to drink.

Her gulps large as her eyes focused on anything but his face.

"Who are you?" He asked, somehow fascinated with the way the wine began to darken her previously pale lips.

She began to splutter on her mouth full of wine.

"Who am I?! You're asking me who I am, when you broke into MY house?" She raised an eyebrow as if he was clearly insane. He bit back his annoyance at her for not answering his question.

"Tell me about yourself" He repeated as he helped himself to a chair, a glass and began to pour some wine. He was certain he heard her mutter "make yourself at home why don't you."

"I'm not telling you anything till you explain why your here" He watched as she gulped more wine, a small drop clinging to her bottom lip. He almost forgot about her refusing to answer him, as he watched her small pink tongue lick over her bottom lip to catch the single drop.

"I won't ask you this again" He gave no further threat, he didn't need to, he let his eyes do the work. Anyone with half a brain soon discovered you shouldn't argue with him.

"My name is Amalia Watson, I was a business consultant. My favourite colour is blue, my lucky number is 3. I like going to the cinema, restaurants and reading. I'm currently addicted to the series Blood Ties." She gave him a look that said "good enough"?

He shifted through the information and found nothing useful.

"Do you possess any special... abilities?" He ventured, unsure of what he was trying to find. Without the whisperings he knew nothing of her...

She grinned into her glass of wine as she paused before drinking to answer "My ex husband thinks I have the ability to drive any man insane. Other than that? No" She drank down another mouthful.

He ground his teeth. Either she was just a human as she claimed, or she was lying to him and playing coy.

"What of your parents?"

"What about them?" Her voice was sharp and he wondered what that emotion was that flickered in her dark eyes. "What secrets are you hiding?" his mind whispered as he leaned back and swirled his wine around the glass leisurely.

"Answer the question"

He watched as she finally turned to face him, anger now the only emotion in her eyes.

"I'm answering no more of your questions!"

He arched a brow at her behaviour. "Is that right?!" He mocked as he leaned in closer. "You'll answer all the questions I want you to, my sweet" His voice was filled with menace.

This woman was beginning to drive him insane! He mentally noted that her ex husband had a point.

She slammed down her wine glass almost as if she had heard his thoughts. "Today has been hell for me, so either leave right now, or explain what the hell it is you want!"

His hands became fists as he stared her down, instead of recoiling like any other creature on the planet with half a brain cell, she stared back with just as much venom. Any physical attraction he felt for her, was turning to pure ire. She was irrational and clearly suicidal!

"Look , I'm not going anywhere soon, so you better start answering questions before I start removing some of your limbs!"

She laughed at him and he was dumbstruck momentarily. As she shook her head and refilled her glass once more to the brim, he wanted to wrap his hands around her slender neck and choke the information out of her.

"Start talking about your parents" He advised as he began to tentatively sip the wine. He was fast thinking it was going to be the only way to stop himself killing this woman!

She once more shook her head, and got up from the table, abandoning her wine. "I said I wasn't answering anymore questions, so I guess you better start removing limbs. Or even better, why don't you remove yourself from my apartment!"

He really was going to kill her!

He ignored her statement as he took another sip of wine. But wine wasn't what he wanted right now, he wanted to drink her as he squeezed the life from that fragile body.

She had no idea who she was messing with.

After another sip, he glanced up and could tangibly see the anger radiating from her at his nonchalantly behaviour.

"You can't just come in here! Who do you think you are! I only just got back from burying my sister..."

Jaden's head cocked to the side, he was no longer listening to her angry tirade, he had perceived a danger. To him, or the human he wondered?

He stood up instantly, and ignored her gasp at his sudden movement.

He listened, and heard nothing. But it was still there... a looming danger.

He turned and looked over the little brunette... was she of any use to him?

He recalled the vision. Recalled the feeling of relief and freedom as the gold band was removed.

More importantly, he remembered the look in her eyes.

One he had never received before.

He ground his teeth at his own thoughts, how weak he sounded.

She obviously wasn't anything special, she would be unable to take the collar off.

Turning, he walked from the apartment. If danger was coming he had no plans to get blood on his new jacket for this human.


Lia stood in silent shock as the stranger walked out of her kitchen, and later she heard the slam of her front door.

He had left, just like that?

Slumping back into her chair she picked up her wine glass. What a day!

Alone in the kitchen she thought over her interaction with the stranger. Although he had driven her from madness to terror to rage, he had been by far the most handsome man she had ever seen. Thick dark hair, those brown and green eyes, so intense, so heated.

She took another large gulp of glistening red wine, and stared into nothing.

It may have been a stranger, an intruder, but it had been nice not to be alone.

Now her apartment seemed so lonely, and empty without his towering frame within it.

Sighing and twirling the wine around her glass, watching as it stuck slightly to the sides, she wondered why he had been here. It had to be one of the weirdest situations she had ever been in, someone broke into her house to talk?

Even though it appeared completely strange, she imagined she would be doing the same in a couple of weeks if she didn't find someone to talk to.

Living alone was a hard adjustment. Even though her marriage had never been ideal, or happy, she now noticed she missed the small things that came with living with someone.

The clothes over the floor, the dirty dishes piling up, even something as simple as having someone present when you came home. She missed it all.

But most of all she missed Matt at night. Not the sex. Just the feel of sleeping beside someone.

This was the hardest thing to adjust to. Not feeling someone there, not having another breathing nearby, she missed the sound of breath, and a heart beat as she slept. She missed it so much, sleep had evaded her for months.

Taking another sip, this time smaller, she wondered if she was ever going to get used to being so utterly alone.

Placing her glass down, she rose from the table, planning to sleep for a while, the emotion of the day had drained her, and right now nothing would give her more pleasure than sleeping for a couple of months. Taking the glass to the sink, she swirled cold water around the glass, before leaving it on the side for later.

She was just about to turn, when a large gloved hand clasped over her mouth...


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