Walk Like an Angel ~ Chapter 11
A/U: Hello there babes :) I'm back with a new chapter \(^.^)/ Thank you so much for your patience. And really you guys I appreciate your reviews and your support so much you have no idea. And to miss BellaLove14, thank you for your message missy3 haha I'm sorry it took a little longer then agreed.
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With a final and what looked like painful squeeze to his throat , Farrell was gone.
Leaving me on my own, with the vampire King.
Who was currently stalking towards me .
It was as if my own body was rebelling against my brain as it screamed for me to make a run for it.
I was frozen to the spot eyes wide and mouth surely gaping judging by the feeling of my own slack jaw.
His legs were long yes, but he was almost gliding instead of walking with how quickly he came to stand before me in those few seconds. That damnable smirk of his appeared on his face yet again as he peered into my wide and fearful eyes.
I couldn't hold back the jump from my body when he hand touched to bottom of my chin to , surprisingly softly close my mouth from catching flies. We continued this awkward, for me at least , stare off until his smooth voice shattered the intense silence that had wrapped around us.
"Would you happen to have a name, child?"
Blinking a few times to get a hold of myself, I decided to appease the . . .man since escaping his clutches is out of the question.
With slight shaking hands I wrote my name down. Another unstoppable blush crept onto my face at hearing my name fall from his lips.
"Ami huh?", I could only blink in return.
What could this man want from me?
If he was planning on killing me he would have done so already . . . right?
Or could he just be toying with me?
That thought caused my body to flush with anger. I was finally free from the clutches of my own family, I did not come this far just to have my new life come to a screeching halt at the hands of some attractive vampire.
Unacceptable.
I placed my hands on his chest and with everything I had, shoved him away from me. . . I only succeeded in pushing my self away.
Seeing the confused shock register on his face I threw caution to the wind and turned and started running.
Nothing prepared me for my body meeting hard bark and my face inhaling the hard scent of wood.
In those few seconds that felt like a lifetime to me he had grabbed me and slammed me against a hard oak tree. My arms were held behind my back with only one of his hands as my cuffs. He used his own body to press mine roughly against this damnable tree.
The only noise that could be heard now was my own shock ridden heavy breathing. I could do nothing but close my own eyes in fear when I felt his cool unnecessary breath against my own ear.
Is this it?
He finally spoke, " I'm not quite sure if I should call your actions brave or incredibly stupid little one."
He clucked his tongue at me the way a parent would a child, " Dear Ami . . . I figured you were a smart one considering your escape with that imbecile sheriff of mine. Was I wrong?"
When I chose not to answer, unsure if it was a rhetorical question or not, it seemed to displease him. His hand slowly slid a trail up my spine with a dance of his finger tips until it softly crawled into my hair. It then became a trap in a tangle of my own locks as he fisted a handful of them and tilted my head back in a surprisingly un painful hold exposing my throat.
And for the first time in eight years, I made a noise. An actual noise.
Nothing phenomenal, but that small squeak of fear that pushed its way out of my throat caused a small domino effect.
He seemed to have frozen in anticipation of what that small squeak meant as I felt his body still behind mine.
My lips trembled from years of un use and finally, after what felt like forever, I used my voice again.
"P. . . p-please. . ."
And that was it. That was all I could get out. And even then, it was raspy and could barely be heard.
His answer to my weak plea was a soft skim of his nose along my neck up towards my cheek. "So you can use your voice. . . albeit only in moments of fear."
This time I chose to answer, with a small shrug of confusion.
"Please what little one? Do you think I wish to kill you?", I could only nod my head.
A small jump escaped me yet again when he started chuckling for the second time that night.
"Child, if I wished to kill you I would have done so already.", he shook his head softly. "No no, I wish to keep you. To study you and discover every little secret your tiny body holds." He trailed a finger down the curve of my waist.
"You fascinate me. In those few minutes of studying you from the second I saw you, you had managed to intrigue me. Not an easy feat to accomplish for someone my age."
" I wish to see what those small peeks in your scent mean. To know what it is that has caused your voice to come to a halt. And hear it be used yet again, though uncaused by fear would be a plus. I wish to know you little one. I can swear to you here and now, your death will not be caused by my hands or that of any other. For I wish to claim you little one."
My eyes widened in shock.
Keep me?
When he tilted his head closer to my face to lock his gaze onto my reaction I could only blink owlishly in return.
"Does it shock you so little one?"
At my answering nod he continued, as he did so his hand smoothed out in my hair and he induced relaxation into my stunned body by combing his hand through my hair.
" If you truly have no where to go little one , yes, I truly wish to keep you. Not as my pet, no, I wish to keep you as my companion. I can promise you that I will not grow bored of your presence. Even after I open all your secrets to my own eyes."
His hand paused its ministrations in my hair to join the other at my waist, "Because once I find all that you know. I will teach you all that I know, if you are willing to learn, though that will come with at a price."
At my silent questioning glance for what that price would be, he gave a small squeeze at my waist, "Worry not for that little one, we will cross that bridge if and when we come to it."
He pulled his body off of my own and I shocked myself at the intense sense of longing that sang through me.
Releasing the hold on my arms I slowly turned around to lock eyes with this odd vampire.
My hands were no longer trembling. So, I wrapped one back around my pen and asked him something that I would have thought he would have figured I might need to know before this conversation took place.
But I don't even know who you are?
He smirked almost sheepishly and ran a hand through his unruly short hair, " Me? I am called Godric, little one."
A/U: Bam ! I'll leave it there for right now :) I know this chapter is a little short but I wanted to get his introduction out of the way so we could get to the really nitty gritty good stuff. So , for those of you that tried to take a guess on who this mysterious king was, there you go ^.^. By the way, I should probably warn you that this story is going to be a tad dark.
I wanted to give my version of Godric a more dark, vampire embracing, ruthless feel in a sense. Though he may not have revealed much of his darker persona quite much in this chapter it's well on its way.
Anywho , hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and please please please review. I love those so much :D.