XD i'm a tease aren't i? everyone'll most likely skip this authors note just to jump to the story huh? tee-hee!


I'm not sure if it's possible to get used to feeling something one minute and another thing the next. Especially if the two feelings are polar opposite from each other.

The guy who had previously joked about being my 'granny' had suddenly pulled me behind him and growled before the door to my grandmothers house burst opened, three guys barged in holding knives and minnie axes, and by the time my brain processed what was going on, I was already freaking out.

These guys looked like they were ready to kill people. What. The. Hell.

The first guy charges at us, but "Wolf", before I could even blink, punches him in the gut and already has the guy on the ground. Then he elbows the second guy, who was right next to the first, in the neck, and he's down.

Wait, where's the third---

He's right behind me. There's a knife at my neck, ready to slice it open, and there's only one thing I can do.

I scream.

000

I'm to fast for him, something his wide eyed expression agrees on, he put his hands on my Red, something he's about to pay for. And he knows it.

000

He's fast. I mean super fast. Really, really fast.

So fast, that I almost couldn't believe that my life had just been saved. I mean, I didn't even see him grab the guy's hand. It was like had a death grip on him. The pressure of the knife left my throat.

I jolted away from my attacker,

thankgodthankgod,thank you!

000

I wrapped a hand around his neck and yanked the knife away from him, he was turning purple, I'm way to strong for him to.

"Worst mistake of your life you little bastard…"

I held the knife up.

"Don't!"

000

I didn't want him to kill the guy!

Luckily(or by the divine intervention of God)he just stabbed the guy's right shoulder and flung him to the ground. The guy scrambled up and he and his posse ran out the door.

I sighed in relief.

"Did he hurt you?"

I almost completely forgot about "Wolf"(if that was even he's real name) I turned to him and started to say something. He on the other hand placed his hand behind my neck and looked at me with concern, which in turn made me forget whatever it was I was about to say.

What was it i wanted to say? What even happened? Oh,yeah, my throat was almost cut open.

"uh…no…he didn't…I'm fine…" I said after a while.

He relaxed but didn't break contact. Was he really that worried about me? He did save my life after all…oh! He totally just saved me and I didn't even thank him! Stupid, stupid, stupid!

"Thank-you for saving me," I smiled up at him.

At first he looked surprised, but then he's signature smirk crept back to his face, "Anytime."

I blushed and looked down. My stomach made a strange flip motion, wow, he was so--WAIT RELITY CHECK!

"I'm going to call the police…" I walked passed him and headed toward the kitchen countertop, I picked up my grandma's lime phone. There wasn't any line.

"Urgh! She forgot to pay the phone bill to!!" I slammed the phone back into it's holder, I mean seriously, granny could be so forgetful! Couldn't she at least think that her poor grandchild could've been assaulted and needed to call the police?!

I'd have been bashing my head on the countertop if it wasn't for a particular guest.

"You know…" I heard him say as I mentally listed all my grandmothers faults, "seeing that I just saved your life, shouldn't I get a prize?"

My brain froze.

"W-what?" and now I was stuttering. At least my heart wasn't going on another sprint.

"You know, a reward," he apparently used his super human speed again, for he was right in front of me before I knew it, he placed both of his hands on the countertop at either side of me, I was trapped again, "Isn't that how it goes in the story books? When a knight rescues a beautiful princess?" and there goes my heart.

"I…well…I…um…" I was no princess and he definitely didn't qualify as a knight…maybe a dark prince of motorcycles--what am I thinking?!

"w-what kind of…" I gulped "prize…did you have in mind?"

He's eyes roamed me for a second, I swear to god I was probably red as a strawberry. He smirked and leaned closer, his lips hovering above my ear,

"I could think of a few things…"

Okay, I was having a heart attack, no, correction, I just died from a heart attack.

It was by divine intervention(or luck)that somehow my hand found it's way to my pocket and had pulled out what seemed to be the salvation of my virginity.

"What about this?"

It was a handkerchief. Yes! You heard right, I carry a handkerchief around, only because it's the only real ladylike thing that doesn't seem stupid to me! And how unladylike would it be for me to just let some random dude do indecencies to me! I mean c'mon!

"What---"

"Doesn't the princess give her knight a handkerchief as a token of her appreciation?" I sounded cool and collected, even though me knees felt like spaghetti, "That's how it goes in the books…right?"

He half smirks but looks disappointed. What the hell?! he takes the cloth and fingers it, and I'm really glad he's paying so much attention to it because I'm sure he would've said something about my red face.

He places it close to his face and sniffs it. Which isn't as nearly as curious as what he does next. And by curious I mean I was going into cardiac arrest.

He leaned really close to me again, his lips brush against my neck, I stiffen and I feel him take in my scent. My breath hitches, he pulls away.

"Why did…" any more words fail to register…

He shrugged, "Just wanted to know if it smelled like you…"

Oh. WHAT?!

"Anyway…" he said casually pulling out a chair from the table, I couldn't help but notice how he also pocketed my handkerchief, "You're not planning on going out there are you? I mean, those bastards might be hiding…"

I sighed and sat down next to him. "Real comforting…"

"It's the truth…"

"I was supposed to stay overnight with my grandma," I admitted, "but seeing that she's not here--wait, where is she?!"

OMFG! I forgot about grandma! Again! What's wrong with me?!

I was on the edge of freaking out, as if on cue though, "Wolf"(I just got attacked, I'm allowed to be paranoid!) pointed at something on the table.

It was a note. I picked it up and read:

Gone out with some friends to the city!

If you're my daughter, sorry for lying sweetie, but I wouldn't be seen dead in that damned sewing circle, especially with that demented shoe-lady! I never tried setting you up with weirdos when you were little so stop try to do so with me! I'm young! For Christ's sake!

If you're robbers, take what you will, by the time I get back I might've won the lottery!

~Cherry Monte Cap~!

"Your granny's one strange lady…" I heard him say.

My forehead collided with the red oak table, "You have no idea…"

"Then why don't you clue me in?"

"Well…for starters, my granny…"

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"No way, seriously?!"

"Yeah I know, right?!"

We ended up talking for what seemed to be hours, I mean, the minute I started, things just flowed, I was telling him about the stories that granny used to tell me, how paranoid my mom was, I even talked about school and a whole bunch of other things I never thought I'd ever tell anyone.

And he was listening to me. He looked interested, it was like he was actually taking in everything I was telling him. He never interrupted me, he was like the best listener in the world, I mean I felt like I could tell him anything, and I practically did. I told him all sorts of things, we even talked about nonsense, I told him what I thought about certain things, and he agreed with me. He even thought the things I said where funny exactly when I thought they were funny.

I was actually laughing with this guy, and he was chuckling, and I liked it. I mean, I can't explain it properly but I felt like I was glowing or something the more I talked to him. It was…great.

Yeah. That's the word for it.

It was really great.

I yawned after finishing another one of granny's famous 'escape the rape' stories.

"It's pretty late…" he said.

I looked out the window and shook my head, "Not really, I mean the moon's not even out yet…"

"You've had a pretty long day, you deserve a rest"

I smiled, "You're right, it's not everyday I get saved by a mysterious stranger…"

He smirked, "Well it's not everyday I get to save a gorgeous girl like yourself…"

I blushed for what seemed to be the thousandth time, "Um…you know…" I fiddled with my hands a bit, "I've been saying a lot of things about my life, but I still don't know anything about you…"

I looked up at him and saw his eyes drift slowly to the ground, "My life's not really all that important…"

My heart sank a little, "That can't be true…I mean…you're a pretty nice guy…"

I think he almost smiled but I couldn't be sure, he looked pretty solemn.

"Yeah, you think so?"

I nodded, "Mmm-hmm."

He stared at me a moment, "You're the first."

Something inside me wanted to reach out to him, I didn't though.

"Go on, get some rest," he said, a little glint in his eyes, "I'll hold the fort…"

I looked skeptically at him.

"What? You don't trust me?" he smirked.

"Well…"

He grinned, "Go"

I got up a bit reluctantly, "Don't steal anything…"

"There's only one thing that's worth stealing here, Red."

"Why do you keep calling me that?"

He shrugged, "It's your name…"

I stood there until I finally smiled and walk away, "Good night."

He turned his head a little,

"Night."

000

She's something else.

Course, she had to be, I mean why else would I still be here and why else would she even talk to me. Red, she's different, she talked to me, she's told me things, and she looked comfortable with it.

I mean, she had to have inherited some sort of crazy gene to even be in the same room with someone she didn't even know, who she found in her grandma's house with no real explanation, who almost killed someone without even flinching, and be completely okay with it.

Of course, that bastard did have it coming to him, damned motherfucker, how dare he even touch her, I should've killed him, but Red didn't want me to. At least he might be dying somewhere in the woods right now. But I digress.

We talked for hours, about nothing, about her, I let her speak and threw in a comment every once in a while, I watched her go on and on about her life, and I can't deny that I enjoyed it, I'd have stayed there watching her for hours. Forever maybe.

But I can't.

She's even more beautiful when she's sleeping, yeah, yeah, call me a stalker for watching her sleep, I don't care. She looks peaceful. I wonder about what she's dreaming about, she's smiling.

She smiled a lot when we were talking.

She laughed to, she explained things to me, told me stories that her grandma used to tell her, and I took in every single detail, I remember everything she said, every gesture she made, everything. We were talking like two good friends that knew each all their lives, and I liked it.

It felt right to me, it made me feel…whole. And that's a pretty big deal for me. I mean, I've made circles around the world more times than I can count and I've never felt anything worthwhile, but with Red I…

I mean, she looked like she liked talking to me, like she enjoyed my company, like she actually…I dunno, I just felt like there wasn't anything I'd like to do more than to be talking with her, I could hear here forever, I wanted to even. I also felt sort of satisfied with myself, because even though Red smiled when we talked, it didn't look like something she did often, and for me to be able to get that out of her is sort of a big deal. There are so many things I haven't done in a long while that Red provokes in me, I can't remember the last time I chuckled. No, wait, I do, it was when Red called me a jerk.

See? Before Red it's like everything else doesn't matter. And it doesn't, I don't really care about my past, I barely think about it, Red wanted to know, somehow that seemed to make it crawl out of whatever ditch I buried it in. Red seems to make everything different. I still don't know what that means though.

She's really beautiful when she sleeps, I guess she was more tired than she let on, seeing that it only took a few minutes for her to fall asleep.

My hand twitches. I lift it up to her cheek, I stop myself, not wanting to disturb her, but I can't help it, she looks better than any princess I've heard of. I gently caress her cheek with the back of my hand, she gave a soft moan and cuddled into the sheets more. I closed my eyes as a shy shiver passed through my body.

I trail my fingers over the skin of her right shoulder, she's soft, and warm, and like nothing I've ever had before. I let my hand drop.

I'd like to stay with her forever, but I look out the window and grimace. Why did I have to wait for tonight to actually get to meet her? (because you heard her coming and thought you'd never get an other chance so you acted like a desperate psycho and just couldn't let her go…) right, that's why. I'm an idiot.

But I just had to see her, actually talk to her, I didn't want to be in the sidelines anymore, it was killing me, it's not like a regret it, it's the complete opposite, it's just now…

I growled.

I told Red I'd hold the fort, I needed to protect her, those bastards from before came because of me, one tried to hurt her because of me. I'd protect her.

I walked out of the room.

The moon was almost up.

000

urgles, this part was hell to write, but i finally sat myself down and said 'get it over with!' sorry if it came out half(or whole) bad, like i said: i totally suck at action scenes! i'm currently having the same problem again with a future chapter, sometimes i say to myself "Well if you hate it so much than why do you have it in your story?!" cuz that's just how i pictured it! i'm so worried that this chapter isn't as good because of the "fighting" i don't think i'm discriptive enough...now i'm having grey hairs...

Just tell me what you think! i'm a bundle of nerves right now!

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