Author's Note: I thought I would be able to update on Halloween, but it turns out I was too busy that day so I apologize. D: But hey, at least I did update pretty soon. That's the thought that counts, right? Haha.
WARNING: There isn't much too worry about in this chapter, but I must say that more stuff is going down, lol.
The girl brushed her long hair neatly into a high ponytail as she smiled at herself in the mirror. Today, she would be seeing her mother, Johanna. She hasn't seen her mother for a long time and she was really excited to see her now. She couldn't wait to tell her dearest mother about everything that's happening to her so far. She wanted to tell her mother about winning the contest ribbon in the Contest Hall, traveling to many places with her friends, and Paul…
The blue haired girl was so happy. She's never been this happy before in a long time. Of course, she wanted to surprise her mother. She didn't want her mother to know she was coming to visit her, because that wouldn't be much of a surprise. Or so she thought.
Dawn gathered her things together in a suitcase before lifting the handle up. She grabbed her phone, which was in the back pocket of her shorts and sent a quick text message to Paul.
I'm on my way to Twinleaf now. Like I said, I'll be fine, I promise. (: - Dawn
Sighing, she returned her phone in her back pocket, lifting up the handle of her suitcase and made her way out of her hotel room. It was only 8 in the morning and none of her friends were up this morning. She wouldn't be surprised if Paul isn't up either.
As she pushed her suitcase through an elevator, her phone began to vibrate in the back of her jean pocket. She pushed the white buttons for the last floor and grabbed her phone from her back pocket. When she checked her phone, she noticed Paul responded to her text message. Looks like he's up after all,
Be safe out there. - Paul
Dawn bit down on her lower lip as she read those four words repeatedly. Be safe out there. At least, she hoped she would be safe out there…
A small smile rose on her face as she placed her phone back inside her pocket. She guessed she must have woken him up or some sort since he responded to her rather quickly.
When the elevator doors finally opened, she began dragging her suitcase and making her way out. As she looked out into the distance, she noticed barely anyone was in the lobby. But that really wasn't much of a surprise. It is 8 in the morning.
Her friends knew she was only going to Twinleaf just to see her mother for a few days. They trusted their young blue haired friend entirely to go out on her own; they believed she's mature enough to take care of herself. Dawn knew afterwards, her friends wouldn't be at Hearthome City. Knowing them, they can't just stay stuck in one place, they'll continue traveling. That's how they are, she thought.
Momentarily, she returned her hotel room key to the desk worker, thanking him for letting her stay.
She turned sharply, making her way out of the doors of Hotel Hearthome.
xxx
7:15 pm; Hotel Hearthome.
This was all wrong. Paul could smell Giselle's perfume, and he felt like throwing up. Her smell was suffocating his lungs and he couldn't breathe. The elevator opened and he felt Giselle's hand on his wrist beginning to tighten, dragging him out. He cast one last look at the closing elevator doors before being dragged across the hall. He realized now that he has no escape.
The long hallway lined with numbered doors was carpeted and warmly lit. It was quiet with not a soul in sight. Paul straightened and forcefully yanked his wrist free, annoyed. Giselle stared at him curiously.
"I don't need you dragging me like I'm some sort of pet." Paul spat, looking away.
"Sure," Giselle muttered.
They continued walking in silence. They made a few turns here and there and everywhere Paul looked, the walls looked the same. They quickly found room 700 and they moved from there. 603, 604, 605, 606, ... It was yet another countdown.
Paul was already pissed off. He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to do this with Giselle at all. But then there it was. Room 607. He watched as Giselle pulled out the key card from her back pocket and opened the door.
God, he just wanted to strangle the living soul out of her.
"After you," Giselle told him as she held the door open for him.
Grunting, Paul took a reluctant step in the room. It was beautiful. Everything from the walls and the floor of the small hall immediately following the door, to the greeneries and furniture in the living area itself looked expensive. Paul slowly walked across the hall and in to the said living area like a convict inspecting his death chamber. It was picture perfect.
"Come on," Paul said. He led her to one of the sofas in front of the giant bed and he sank limply. Her hands were cold when he touched them. The girl was obviously terrified.
He took her messenger bag and placed it at a spot beside him on the couch. The other refused to look at him preferring to stare at her lap while fidgeting with the hem of her clothes. Paul walked to the table where an assortment of alcohol sat. He poured himself an entire glass and he downed it in one gulp. Paul just wanted to get this thing over with. He refilled the glass and walked back to where Giselle was quietly sitting and thinking who knows what.
Paul glared at the brunette in front of his eyes. He was developing a strong hatred for this girl and he barely even knew her.
"So what are we waiting for? Let's do this shit already," he demanded, walking towards Giselle as he grabbed one of her arms before yanking her up forcefully.
Giselle winced at the sudden stress at her arm and found herself being roughly pulled up to her feet. Paul grabbed her other arm and tugged her forcefully as he walked to the bed. Giselle's heart was racing and she shut her eyes as Paul pushed her on the bed. She landed on her back with a soft thump. Paul was looking down at her with an expression that Giselle didn't like.
"What now, huh? Not so tough anymore?" Paul grumbled, removing his jacket and threw it at the direction of the sofas.
Giselle swallowed. It was happening and hell, she was scared shitless. But why is she scared anyway? It was her idea to do this with him in the first place.
She was frozen on the spot, watching helplessly as the other swiftly unbuttoned his shirt. "No..."
Paul smirked, satisfied to hear the frightened voice. He tossed his shirt carelessly behind him, leaving himself naked from waist up. Paul has a very nice toned body. Giselle must've blushed really bad the moment she saw his body, because Paul's smirk grew even wider.
"What's that?" he asked as he slowly crawled on top of Giselle.
Giselle moved back but Paul suddenly grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down. She looked up at Paul's face, feeling the other's weight on her shoulders pinning her down. She swallowed again. "I thought rape isn't your style."
Paul chuckled, staring at the girl beneath him. "It's not rape since you agreed to this. Your idea, remember?"
Giselle couldn't think of a proper comeback to that one so she stayed quiet. Paul was cutting off the circulation to her arms while she felt a weight settle on her thighs. The hands that was pinning her down were suddenly gone and were now grabbing the front of her hoodie.
Straddling Giselle's thighs, Paul used the other's hoodie to slowly lift her upper body up in a sitting position. He smirked as Giselle slowly straightened, feeling her body shake. She should be scared.
"This is a bit unfair, don't you think? I lost my shirt and jacket a while ago but you on the other hand, are still fully clothed." Paul found the hoodie's zipper and pulled it down in one swift motion. He then slid the damn thing off Giselle's shoulders and down her thin arms before throwing it somewhere in the room. "So let's make it even."
"You're lucky you're hot," Giselle muttered as she felt her shirt being pulled up.
Paul's anger blazed like wild fire. He grabbed either side of Giselle's face before slamming their lips together. She pushed against his chest and made low moans against his tender lips. He sucked on her lower lip and bit it hard. The taste of blood mixed with something sweet, sliding his tongue forcefully into Giselle's mouth while sucking on the wounded lower lip.
Giselle was getting dizzy, but she couldn't deny she was loving this moment. Paul's scent filled the air around her. The mixed pain, pressure, and the sensation of Paul's tongue sliding against her lip, drowned her senses. She was still struggling against him but her efforts were in vain. Paul's hand went under her shirt and she gasped into Paul's mouth as she felt the hand grope her everywhere.
After what seemed like hours, Paul suddenly pulled away, breathing heavily and still tasting Giselle's blood. Paul grabbed the hem of her shirt and started pulling it up again to take it off. Giselle struggled but Paul succeeded and smirked as he tossed the shirt aimlessly somewhere, along with the other discarded clothes.
This was what she wanted and here was Paul now in front of her, half naked, on a bed with her in a deserted hotel room, just waiting to be claimed.
"You're beautiful." Paul whispered as he stared at her body.
Giselle blushed and felt arms wrapping around her hip and pulling her closer. Her torso touched Paul's equally bare one and they both gasped at the contact. Paul moved his arms to enclose Giselle's shoulders and rested a hand on her nape. He leaned in the crook of Giselle's neck, pulling gently at her nape so that Giselle will make room for him, and inhaled her scent before starting to kiss and lick the skin.
Giselle's eyes closed and her lips betrayed her when a moan escaped from them. All she could hear was the sound of her own ragged breaths and the noises Paul was making against her skin.
Paul smirked when he heard Giselle. "I guess I'm not the only one who will enjoy this after all."
xxx
The blunette smiled warmly as she stared at the large house in front of her eyes. A giddy feeling was filling inside her body as she rang the doorbell. She was so excited to see her mother. She wondered how her mother would look when she see's that shocked expression on her face.
A breeze blew through her blue hair as she stared up at the sky. Boy was it a long walk here… considering the moon is already out.
She pushed the doorbell with her index finger, hearing that chime fill through the house. Patiently, she waited for her mother to stop with whatever she's doing right now so she could open the door. Dawn found herself staring at the front porch and the new flowers upon them. Looks like mom decorated the house while I was gone, she smiled, staring at the vivid colors of the flowers.
Temporarily, the front door of the house slowly opened as Dawn's eyes lit up. When she saw her mother stare at her as if in shock, she couldn't help but hug her mother.
"Dawn," her mother said, hugging her daughter back as she smiled warmly.
"I missed you so much, mom." Dawn mumbled, retreating from the hug she shared with her dearest mother.
"Me too," Johanna grabbed a hold of her daughter's suitcase, dragging it inside of the house for her. She stepped aside for Dawn to enter. "You can come in sweetie,"
The blunette gladly stepped inside of the house, scanning her surroundings. A gasp escaped her lips as she stared at the colored walls and new decorations. Her eyes lingered on the living room as she noticed black leather couches along the floor with a purple rug placed under them. The walls were covered with portraits of Dialga and Palkia, along with several other pictures of her when she was a baby and as she got older. She stepped into this part of the house, staring at the pictures settled upon the coffee table. She sat down on the leather couch, grabbing a picture frame in hand.
Meanwhile, Johanna closed and locked the front door, dragging Dawn's suitcase up to her room. When she returned into the living room, she noticed Dawn holding a picture frame in her hand, staring at it with a smile on her face.
"This is us with dad?" she questioned; her eyes still locked on the picture. In the picture, her father was holding her in his arms when she was only a baby, while sleeping in his arms. Johanna stared down at her in the picture, smiling widely, along with her father.
Dawn found herself frowning after a moment, returning the picture frame on the coffee table.
"I decorated the house while you were gone." Johanna said, taking a seat next to her daughter.
"Kinda figured," Dawn chuckled lightly. She pulled a strand of hair behind her ear, resting her hands on her lap. "So, how are you mom?" she wondered.
"I've been doing great. The house has been so quiet without you here… I kinda miss that feeling of having you drive me crazy all the time." Johanna laughed, hugging her daughter once more.
Dawn giggled, "No need to worry! I came here to visit you for a few days, so that means I get to bug you again!"
"Every time you tell me not to worry is when I worry the most." Johanna told her, smiling.
Dawn rolled her eyes, laughing.
"But I'm so happy you came," her mother told her.
The blue haired teen smiled at her mother, sighing. "So much has happened since I left this house…"
Johanna turned to her daughter, getting comfortable. "What have you been up to missy?" she questioned, poking Dawn's nose playfully.
Giggling, Dawn shrugged, biting her lower lip. "Just busy competing in contests and stuff… I also met this guy and I sort of… like him?" she started, paying close attention to her mother's reaction.
"Ooooh, so you met this guy, hmm?" Johanna was smiling. Dawn only blushed in embarrassment, pulling a strand of hair behind her ear once more.
"He's not like those guys I would usually have a crush on, but he's quite mysterious…" she mumbled.
"Mysterious as in…?" Johanna started, raising her eyebrows.
"He wears all black… he seems like those type of guys that likes the dark side… but he's nice and all… well to me mostly. When he's around others, he's either rude to them or just annoyed with them. As far as I know," Dawn shrugged, lingering her eyes on her hands which were placed on her lap.
Johanna nodded however, pursing her eyebrows together. "What's his name?"
"Paul," Dawn responded, returning her eyes back on her mother.
"Sounds like he's trouble," Johanna confessed after a moment of silence.
Dawn raised an eyebrow, gulping. "What do you mean?"
"If he wears all black and his personality changes when he's around other people, something must be up." Her mother confessed.
Dawn shook her head quickly. "N-no, he has his cold ways and all, but he's a good person, I believe."
"Are you sure?" Johanna questioned.
"Positive. There's no need to worry," she murmured, sighing heavily.
"And what do I do most when you tell me not to worry?" her mother raised her eyebrows.
Dawn sighed once more, chuckling. "You sure haven't changed a bit, mom."
Johanna smiled, standing up on her feet. "Well, I'm gonna go make homemade lasagna."
Excitement filled through the blue haired teen as she heard her mother speak those last words. "Yes! I freaking miss having your lasagna mom, it's delicious."
Her mother smiled, "Well looks like you're having it tonight," she said, making her way into the kitchen as she switched the kitchen light on.
Dawn squealed, plopping down onto the couch as she kicked her legs over the arm of the couch. A smile was placed on her face and it didn't dare pull down into a frown or anything.
She shoved her hand into the back pocket of her jean shorts and pulled out her phone. She flipped it open and quickly searched through her contacts for Paul's name. When she found it, she wrote a quick text to him.
I'm here in Twinleaf, at my house with my mom! :D I'm so happy to be here, hehe… and see, I told you! I'm fine. (: - Dawn
After rereading her text message to him repeatedly, she pressed send and waited for his reply.
xxx
Paul slid his leather jacket on, sighing in annoyance after seeing Giselle still naked. He stared at her lying down on the bed with a bored expression written across his face. "We got this crap over with, now you can put on your clothes and get out of my life."
"Why so serious?" the brunette wondered, rolling around in bed as her brown hair fell over her bare shoulders.
Paul glared at her icily, running a hand over his hair after a moment. He felt his phone vibrate deep inside his pocket. Raising his eyebrows, he grabbed his phone from his pocket and flipped it open. When the words '1 new message from Dawn' appeared on his screen, he felt his jaw clench slightly. He clicked on the button and read over her text carefully.
Giselle wrapped her body around in the bed sheets; curious to know who Paul was texting. "Who's that?"
Paul frowned slightly, however – it was very unnoticeable, but it was still there – the girl he sincerely liked seemed so happy after he read this text from her. Guilt washed over his face as he quickly replied to the blunette.
That's good, I'm glad to hear that. In the meantime, stay safe. – Paul
He pressed send after rereading his text message to her then sighed.
Giselle cleared her throat, "Ahem?"
Paul narrowed his eyes at the curious brunette eyeing him. "What do you want?" he asked bitterly.
"I want to know who exactly you were talking to." She smiled, sitting up on the bed as she held the blanket tightly against her body.
"It's none of your business." He spat, shoving his phone into his pockets.
"There's no need to have an attitude," Giselle snapped, furrowing her eyebrows together. She flipped her hair to the side before rolling her eyes. "Let me guess; was it that little girlfriend of yours?"
"Like I said before, it's none of your business." He repeated angrily.
The brunette glared at him with irritation. She didn't like the fact that he had kept replying to her rudely. Of course, he would reply to her rudely, considering she forced him into a situation like this.
"You are so rude!" she hissed, grabbing her shirt which was lying down on the floor. Her eyebrows were furrowed together as she put her shirt on, continuing to shoot a glare at the plum haired teen.
Paul grunted, brushing passed the girl finally putting clothing on. "Deal with it," he said strongly. When the brunette finally got her clothing, she heard that same vibration coming from Paul's pants. Anger was rising inside of her as her fists clenched slightly at her sides.
Paul grabbed his phone from his pocket almost immediately, knowing exactly who it is. He found himself reading a new text message from the girl he assumed it was.
You sound like my father… well, I don't exactly have a father, I mean, you know, you just sound like one. :p There's no need to worry. I'm with my mother so I'm safe. – Dawn
"I hope you know that Cato is after her." Giselle mentioned; her face full of envy. "Turns out your little girlfriend isn't safe after all, now is she? Cato will take care of her." An evil smirk made its way upon her face.
Paul's hand clenched around his phone almost a little too hard. The screen began breaking as the pressure from his large hand gripped it roughly. Giselle only smiled at this deviously. She can already tell he was growing furious.
Knowingly, he turned his eyes to her with a very intense glare. His eyes were ice cold as his breathing became rough. Slowly, he forced himself to walk over to her as he dropped his phone on the floor. Just for all of that anger exploding out of him silently, he broke his phone.
He wrapped his large hands around her neck as he approached her and pushed her hard against the wall. He wanted to choke the living shit out of her. "Firstly, you force me into this pathetic little deal of yours, then, you're willing to hurt Dawn!?" he raised his voice, gripping his hands tighter around her neck.
Giselle gulped slightly, trying to find a way to talk. His hands were around her neck so tightly that she felt like she was suffocating. "Y-you just don't realize that she'll never want to be with a person l-like you! You kill innocent people. Why would she want to be with someone like that?"
"I kill people who deserve to die," he corrected her, hardening his eyes.
"And now you're about to kill another innocent soul." She mumbled, coughing slightly. She bit down on her bottom lip as she stared back into his eyes intensely.
Paul couldn't control himself. He continued to choke her endlessly, hoping for her to die in front of his eyes right now.
Giselle closed her eyes shut, trying her best to continue breathing. She felt dizzy. It was as if he was killing her slowly, trying to take every piece of her life slowly away from her. She placed her hands against his chest, trying to shove him away from, but it was a complete fail. Struggling, she tried again, but remained with no achievement.
After a few seconds, Paul let his hands free from her neck, tearing his eyes off of hers.
Giselle finally caught her breath, bringing her palm up as she rested it against her neck. Breathing heavily, almost in relief, she narrowed her eyes at the boy who almost took the living soul out of her.
"You're lucky that I didn't cause any harm to you." Paul spoke after a moment of silence.
"I wonder why," the brunette murmured, returning her hand back to her side. "Even if you were to murder me right now, Cato will still be after her." She took slow steps towards the lavender haired boy, attempting to be in front of something as dangerous as him.
When she finally reached him, she glared into his eyes before smiling deviously. Oh, it was on. "And if the blueberry haired girl falls for him," – she took a step forward as her lips inched closer to his ear, before whispering – "Game over,"
Silence filled the entire room after a moment. Giselle's smile soon pulled down into a firm line as she gathered her things together in hand. She then handed the room key to Paul before leaving the room.
Paul just stood there, those words ringing through his head.
And if the blueberry haired girl falls for him… Game over.
Author's Note: And scene…
So, I decided to cut out the little session with Giselle and Paul because I honestly didn't wanna write them doing that shit! All you guys know is that they done it… and that probably you guys wanna kill me for it! I honestly didn't want Giselle to force Paul into that, but Paul doesn't want Dawn to find out the truth about him since he's a murderer and he doesn't want to scare her away…
Giselle also is messing around with Paul because her and Cato are really good friends (behind the scenes) and she has taken a huge liking to Paul, obviously. She's also jealous of Dawn, if you guys didn't know. Giselle is a handful, she's those type of girls who loves to flirt with many guys but she really, really wants Paul all to herself. She also found out he is a murderer, but how? (you guys will find out later, hopefully) And there's more to the story…
Cato, on the other hand, now knows it's Paul, his old friend back in Veilstone. Well, I wouldn't exactly call Paul his old friend, but you know. He isn't doing anything wrong, or anything, he doesn't exactly know Giselle is busy messing around with Paul, trying to destroy his life. Cato just wants to keep on teasing Paul, so basically he changed as he grew older. But since his brown haired friend came into the picture, things will start to go haywire.
Anyway, I just thought I'd explain a few things about Giselle and Cato. Just so you guys wouldn't be confused.
Please review, and let me know what you think happens next.
