Hey there guys, Here is the next chapter. Hope you all had a good Christmas and New year. Hope you like the chapter. After reading through the ratings eairlier, I changed this story to an "M." This is not because I am confident enough to write any type of sex scene, more for upcoming language and violence. If I fell, when the story is finished it can be down graded, I will do so but for now, I would rather be safe than sorry. Happy Reading. :)
Chapter 8:
I was running. Making my legs carry me faster, hearing their shouts behind me. I pushed my legs faster, flying through the trees, he was right behind me, but who was he? I wanted to stop and look but I couldn't. My body kept taking me faster and faster, fleeing the sounds coming from behind me. Next thing I heard a fatal scream, I turned to see him crumbled, a dart in his neck. I ran back, picked him up and ran faster than I had before. I let the monster inside take over more, willing it to take us faster. I looked down at Will's unconscious face in my arms.
Running further and faster, I lost them. Slowing down, I didn't realise we were falling until we hit the hard cold ground. He woke suddenly, blazing red pupils and black where the whites of his eyes should have been. He stared at me, he didn't recognize me. Snarling, he got up, crouching and ready to kill. I shuffled backwards on my butt as fast as I could. Never losing contact with his stare.
I watched the pain spread across his face. I knew the monster was taking over. He was fighting the internal battle I had fought many times before. I saw his eyes flash from him to the creature that controlled him and back again. I saw the last shred of him disappear behind the monsters eyes, feeling a long dagger plummet into my stomach. He had done it. Blood soaked my shirt as I collapsed to the ground. The last thing I heard was him screaming, fighting against the monster once more, trying to become himself, to save me. To save us.
I woke startled, my head buried into Will's warm chest. His soft breath was coming out in even waves across the top of my head. I instantly relaxed, letting my head settle into Will's firm, yet comfortable chest once more.
The dream had been haunting me for a few days. We were always running, we always fell. In the end, he always lost control and hurt me. I didn't know if this was meant to be a sign or a warning. Maybe they were the same thing.
My mind quickly ran away from that subject, remembering the five words that had come out of my mouth last night. I think I love you. My brain had listened to my heart and acted on impulse. Did this mean I loved Will, was I ready to love him? Thinking about the words Will had told me.
Lying here, with my head resting against his chest, I felt safe. Safer then I had ever felt in my entire life. I didn't want to move, if I could freeze time and stay like this forever I would. When I saw the man attacking Will last night, I felt my blood boil and a natural instinct to protect what was mine. Was that right to say? Was Will really mine? Just the thought of someone else having him, made my heart ache. I opened my eyes, shifting my head so I could stare up at his perfect face.
Sleep had made his features relax. His usually furrowed brows were relaxed, little arches over his eyes. His mouth was slack, opened slightly on one side with some drool coming out. I smiled, for a boy who seemed so tough, he slept like a baby. I tried to imagine him as a child. Playing with toys and running around a backyard playing in the mud.
Thinking of him as a child made me wonder what else he left behind. Did he have someone he loved? I tried to imagine her, a beautiful blonde haired girl with large honey eyes and a perfectly round face. I wondered why he didn't go back to her, if she even existed. Did Will have a family?
I felt him move underneath me. His arms circling around me and hugging tightly, opening his eyes slightly, he smiled.
"Morning," he murmured, yawning as he moved one hand to wipe his sleepy eyes. Blushing, I smiled back,
"Morning." I tried to roll over but his arms just gripped me tighter.
"Blake, what you said last night," he started, but I interrupted.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked quickly. Maybe it was too forward or he just wasn't expecting it, but his eyes opened with surprise.
"What? Why?" he asked me, confusion drenched his tone.
"It is important." I said, meeting his gaze. "Do you have a girlfriend back where you came from?" I asked again, this time not shying away from his gaze.
"Sort of." He replied and I felt my heart sink. Wrenching myself out of his arms, I got out of the bed, staring down at his glorious yet hurt face. "You don't understand." He quickly added, jumping out of the bed to come and stand in front of me.
"No, it doesn't matter." I started, biting back the tears that were threatening to fall. Of course he has a girlfriend. How could he not? I had been so stupid and thoughtless, believing that he may have cared for me.
He only rescued me because he knew who I was. He wants to take me back the capital to hand me in. Why else would he be keeping me alive? My dream was a warning, telling me to watch out. He was only using me. He would hand me over as soon as we got there and run off with the golden haired girl. They would laugh at me and my pathetic feelings.
"You are lying to me aren't you?" I asked quickly looking up at the ceiling to stop the tears. "You aren't trying to save me; you are trying to take me back there. To hand me over to them, it was all a lie wasn't it." I accused him, not wanting to look at him.
"No!" He shouted, taking another step towards me. "You don't understand, Blake. I don't love her, I never have." He said, rushing his words out, trying to convince me. "It was arranged. In my town, marriages are arranged. I don't love her, Blake. I love you." He said them. Those three small words everyone longs to hear.
I almost broke. I didn't know what to believe. My heart screamed at me to believe him, to hug him and kiss him and never let go. But my brain was screaming at me to see the lies, to run away with Ash and never come back.
"Blake, I will never hurt you. I am not taking you to the capital; I want to take you away from there. I don't care about Emerald. I don't love her," he said, taking another step towards me. We were so close; I could feel the tension rolling off him in waves. He grabbed my head, tilting it up towards him so I met his gaze. Tears streamed down my face and my nose was running.
"I want you Blake. From the moment I saw you, I wanted you. That is why I saved you! That is why I have been dragging you around with me." His eyes bore into mine. I shook my head, stepping back and breaking his gaze.
"I don't, I can't, it just." I stumbled over my words; large sobs racked my body as I fell down onto the bed. "How can I believe you, Will." I said, l wiping my eyes with my hand. "My god, I want to believe you but it doesn't add up in my head." I said, shaking my head.
He squatted down in front of me. Grabbing my wrist and stroking it with his finger. All I could focus on was how good it felt for him to be touching me. How a warm wave of peace fell over my body as soon as his hand touched mine. I pulled away, not letting him distract my train of thought any longer.
"What can I do to make you believe me?" he begged, his eyes searching for some sort of answer.
"I don't know. I just, I don't know Will. How am I meant to believe that you would choose me, over some genetically perfect person you have been arranged to marry? How am I meant to understand, that despite all your training and everything you know, you want to save me and that you choose me?" I replied. Standing up and meeting his gaze again.
"Tell me what I can do?" he begged again, grabbing my arm and holding it.
I couldn't look at him any longer. I needed time to think. The feeling of love was too good to be true. I was never meant to feel love. I wasn't allowed to receive it. My life was cursed, for some reason; God didn't want me to be happy.
I turned to leave, my heart beating fast as I felt his grip tighten. He spun me around, his head coming down towards mine. I knew what he was about to do, yet I didn't stop him. I wanted to kiss him even if I knew it was wrong. Was one moment of joy too much to ask for?
His lips crashed down on mine. I melted away, moulding to him as I looped my arms around the back of his neck. He cupped my cheek with one hand, his other staying securely around my wrist. I put everything into that kiss, all the sorrow and love and confusion. The betrayal and the pure hurt, I could feel him reply.
We stood there, letting everything pour into each other as our lips moved in synchronization. I felt like I was looking into him. As if our souls has become one for a split second in time. I felt the hurt, the intense yearning for me to believe him. I felt the hatred he felt towards his own people and unyielding force to protect those he loved. Most of all, I felt the yearning for me to accept him.
How you could get all of this from one kiss, I did not know. Maybe it was the supernatural drug that bound us together when we were young. Or the intense waves of feelings we were both emitting. All I knew is that it ended too soon. I wound my arms around his body and hugged him to me tightly. It might be stupid and it was more than likely dangerous but for once, I was going to trust my heart. Somehow I knew that I was never going to feel as safe as I did, when I was in Will's arms.
It didn't take long for him to pull back and for me to see the love yet hesitancy in his features.
"Does this mean you believe me?" he asked, I could see the yearning spread over his face. I nodded slightly, leaning up to kiss him lightly on the cheek.
"For now," I said, before turning and walking away towards the kitchen.
I woke Ash up and cooked some breakfast. My stomach growling from the lack of food I had given it. I didn't know if the food in this place was off, but with the feeling deep in my stomach, I was going to risk it.
"Anything good?" Will asked as he walked into the small room. I nodded, gesturing to the blob looking pancakes I was frying up. I do admit to the fact that I can't cook. Being trained as a fighter your whole life doesn't really leave room for the, 'how to cook pancakes successfully' details.
Will rolled his eyes and grabbed the frying pan from me. He quickly started prodding at the blobs of mix I had been cooking, making them into thin, round circles. Okay, so maybe the 'how to cook pancakes successfully,' did apply when you were Will.
"How do you learn to fight and cook?" I asked scowling at the perfectly cooked pancakes he had just served into my plate.
"I am just amazing that way," he winked, putting the pan in the sink. I started wolfing down the food. It was truly amazing.
"Blake," Will warned, putting his hand on my arm to stop me from taking another bite. "Do you need some air with that pancake?" he joked, smiling at his witty remark.
I stuck my tongue out, scowled and went back to eating the food as fast as my body would let me. After I had successfully choked three times, making Will pat me on the back as I chugged down glasses of water, I slowed down.
He gave me the 'I told you so,' look after I choked the third time. Even though I don't remember him telling me I would choke. Ash walked in soon after, grabbing some water and drinking it smoothly.
"Morning," I smiled sounding to happy for our current situation. "Sleep well?" I asked, toning down the new found happiness in my tone.
"No, that couch is the most uncomfortable thing I have ever slept on. And I have slept on a rock." He moaned, rolling his head around in circles. I laughed, spraying food all over Will's face. This only made me laugh more. In the back of my mind, I knew something would go wrong soon. I wasn't allowed to have these happy times in my life. I tried to live in the moment as much as I could; knowing that a time like this may not come again.
"That is not funny, Blake." Will said, wiping bits of my pancake off his face.
"You're right, Will." Ash said, nodding his head. Just as Will was about to thank Ash for the support, he added, "It was hilarious!" I smiled again, watching as Will stalked out of the room and back into the bedroom.
"Awh, don't be like that, baby!" I called after him before turning to smirk at Ash. "That wasn't nice," I tried to sound serious, but a hint of humour was still there.
"Since when do you call him, Baby?" Ash almost spat the word. The humour from before was gone and I felt more tension fly off of Ash.
"Since now," I said, poking Ash and running off. He chased after me, calling out my name. I ran into the bedroom, locking the door behind me. With Ash banging on the door behind me, I walked towards the bathroom, deciding it might be a good idea to shower.
I walked into the room, only to be frozen in place. Will was standing there, a towel wrapped around his waist. His bare chest was showing as he patted his freshly shaved face dry.
"I'm sorry," I stammered, trying to move backwards. My feet were glued to the floor and I couldn't turn my stare away from his perfectly formed chest. He smiled, trying to ignore my more than hungry stare. I was sure I was drooling. He walked over to me, cupping my face in his hands.
"Are you okay?" he asked and I nodded.
"Hi," I smiled, a goofy expression played on my face. He just smirked,
"Want me to leave so you can have a shower?" He asked as I continued to stare.
"No," I said automatically but realised instantly and quickly added, "I mean yes. Yes please." Brought back to my sensed by my embarrassing behaviour, I shoved him out of the room before he could mesmerize me even more. I didn't like that he could do that to me, yet on the other had I felt proud. Maybe, just maybe, I could call him mine.
"Will," I quickly called after him and he turned around to face me. "Are you mine?" I asked, and he smiled.
"Always," he nodded before turning back and walking into the bedroom. Running after him, I locked the door and quickly got undressed and into the shower.
When I was done, I wrapped a towel around myself. After cleaning my teeth, I looked at my reflection. My eyes looked more alive than I had ever seen them. My hair was getting long and I ran my fingers through it to rid it of some knots. My teeth were still white and straight and my small round face held a bit more colour to it.
I walked out into the bedroom, the towel hanging around my form, clinging to my body. My wet hair draped down my back. I went in search for some new clothes. Will exited from a door I hadn't seen last night. He now wore jeans and a red polo shirt. That must have been the closet. Whoever built these safe houses must have been rich.
I couldn't help but notice the way Will stared. Was that how I had looked earlier? Eyes glazed as mentally he removed my towel. I smiled, walking past him and brushing him with my arms. Two could play the seduction game.
I didn't have much time to think as he pressed me up against the wall, his mouth trailing kisses down my neck. I sighed as he mouth pressed kisses along my collar bone and up towards my jaw. My hands made their way up his shirt, tracing the lines of his muscles.
I sighed again as his lips met my own. The taste of mint was fresh on his breath. I shut my eyes, arms out to circle around his neck. Only his body pressing against mine was holding the towel up. I felt his fingers tracing circles on my hips and lower back. It didn't take long for me to feel the foreign lump pressing into the pit of my stomach.
I broke the kiss, smirking up at him as I removed myself from against the wall. I walked away, swaying my hips side to side. I glanced back; he was staring after me longingly, the lump in his pants catching my attention briefly. I entered the wardrobe and shut the door.
The room was how I imagined a clothes store. Walls were coated in different types of shirts, pants and skirts. Making my way towards the back, I found what I could only assume were children's clothes. With my small frame and lack of nourishment lately, I slipped easily into a pair of children's jeans. Finding an alright fitting bra I put it on before grabbing a yellow button up blouse.
Walking back over and into the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror. Will was standing next to me, packing some supplies into a bag. Opening the top draw, I sifted through for a hair tie. On finding one, I pulled my hair up into a tight pony tail.
"You should leave it down." Will said, watching me in the mirror.
"It just gets in my way." I replied, securing it tighter. My skin looked clear and fresh. My large eyes held thick black lashes and the black bags had disappeared. You could now see the light pattern of freckles over my nose.
Will walked over to stand behind me and started playing with the tips of my pony tail. I leant into his chest, shutting my eyes and smiling. I felt his arms move to wrap around my waist, feeling him lean down. His mouth was quickly next to my ear,
"I love you." He said and I nodded, for the first time in my whole life, I felt whole. I would take on the world for him, and god knows, I might just have to.
So I thought I would do a nice, happy chapter to get away from all the drama that has been happening and that will continue to happen. Hope you enjoyed. R&R? 3
