A/N: I'm so very sorry, it's been so long since I posted. I've lost all my original chapters for this. My laptop died and then the desktop was reset, luckily I hadn't started chapter 7 when this happened so it's all easily recovered. Also, I get married in 15 weeks so I've been wedding mad, another reason for the lack of updates. But I have a new laptop and a little more time on my hands, so hopefully we can get some more updates up. Please rate, comment/review. - Lola
I wrote this chapter to Pretty Little Psycho by Porcelain Black.
The air was a sharp cold. Every breeze felt like it was cutting my skin. It was going to snow soon; I could feel it. I didn't know where I was, all I knew is I was outside on the wet floor and that it was very windy. I'd been here a while, my legs were going numb from the cold, wet floor and I had to keep shifting positions as best I could. I was tied to something again. My arms were above me this time and I sat on the floor with my legs curled under me. I was also blind folded. Was he trying to keep me on edge, waiting for my death? Bastard. Was he just going to leave me out here and let me succumb to the elements? Bastard. Yes, he was a bastard. Why couldn't he just kill me already. I heard footsteps then. He was back. I tried to turn my head in the direction if the sound, I had no idea if I was facing him or not. "Why don't you just kill me already? This waiting around for death thing is really boring, you know." I muttered, doing everything in my power to not sound as afraid as I was. I'd told him I wasn't afraid of death and it wasn't strictly a lie, but right now, figuratively staring down the barrel of the gun, I was afraid of death.
"Quiet." Was all I got in return.
"You are the worst captor ever; you realise that? You don't even feed me, I mean I know you're not human and all, but you must need to eat yourself." I told him.
"Be quiet, you annoying little human." He growled.
The slight annoyance in his voice lightened my spirits a little, maybe if I pissed him off enough he'd decide to kill me quicker. I smiled to myself. "C'mon. Don't you eat at all? Or do you feed off of human souls like Alien movies tell us?"
"I am not an Alien." He growled again.
"Really? You aren't from this planet though. Where are you really from? Mars? You can't be a God, I mean, Thor I can see but you? A weedy, pale snake like you? Nah, you're not a God." I heard something snap and clatter to the ground. Then loud, heavy footfalls coming my way. I'd don't it now. He really would kill me.
"You hateful little creature." He snarled and gripped my hair, wrenching my head back. It slammed against the thing I was tied to and I saw stars. He gripped the blindfold, scratching my skin as he ripped it from my face. I was bleeding, from the scratch or from my head, I couldn't tell, but one of them was bleeding. I saw a blaze of light and fuzz. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust before I saw him inches from my face, murder in his eyes. He reared back and something hard collided with my jaw. It knocked the sense out of me for a moment before I realised he'd punched me. In the jaw. With his full strength.
"Asshole." I mumbled, spitting blood on him. I manoeuvred around and kicked out, colliding with his shin, he stumbled and landed on one knee, his face lowered. I brought me knee up and slammed into his chin. He landed on his ass and started at me, dazed for a moment. Then he started to laugh. Really laugh. "Glad you find me keening you in the face so funny." I grumbled.
"Ah, humans." He laughed even more. "Always so uselessly determined to live." His eyes returned to that emptiness.
"You're crazy." It was then I decided to look around. "Hold on, this whole time I've been in my own apartment?"
"Yes." He said, like I should have figured this out from the beginning.
"What? Why am I on the roof?" I'd never been so confused and disorientated in my life.
"I have magic." He added and it all clicked into place. I'd never left, he'd just shrouded the whole room in magic, I hated to admit it but it was rather brilliant. I laughed then.
"So, you going to kill me or what?" He blinked at me and slowly shook his head.
"I can't." Was all he said. He stood, untied me from the pole and steered me towards the door. Once I was inside and unable to see, I felt something warm wrap around my shoulders, I looked to see his own cloak around my shoulders. He didn't look at me when I looked at his face, he just pushed me forwards back towards my own apartment.
