Please don't. She whispered.
But the dog came closer. She followed it from afar, but along the way she stumbled too far and she couldn't remember how to find her way back. If she only hadn't been so curious. If curiosity killed the cat, she surely would be killed.
Backing up slowly she moved, but was stuck behind a rock and a boulder.
In an attempt to escape, the dog bit the coattails of her coat when she attempt to run past it .She waled. The sound echoing in the still opening.
Falling face forward, she scrambled to get back on her feet but it was useless. The wild dog was persistent. Crying loudly, she started kicking randomly hoping to hit the dog.
Suddenly the dog froze and began to growl loudly before it dashed out abruptly.
Frozen in her spot. She tried to quiet her sobs. The bottom of her dress was torn and sodden.
She looked up and saw amber eyes staring back at her.
It was late again. Her mother would kill her. She walked to the nearby village to trade some dry goods but on her way back she had taken a afternoon swim at the abandoned fishing port.
One hour she said, but one led to two and now it was sunset. She was dripping wet, holding the dry money earned from the day.
She didn't want to go back home, it wasn't that her life was terrible but it left her wanting more. She knew the other girls didn't like her. She was different.
They said she was stolen. After months of looking for her, they pronounced her dead. A year had passed on the anniversary of her disappearance that she came back to them. Dirty and with no memory of what had occurred. The only sign was her bleeding collarbone and a mysterious scar behind her ear.
Spirited away they whispered. But those who were, never came back. No one ever came back... but she did.
Used they whispered. She let the forest take her. She was used dirty goods.
She was raped they whispered.
Bruises marked her body and she looked ...different . Her childlike appearance seemed more womanly. As if she had been touched by a man. The kind of appearance a women gives off when shes been with a man.
She was questioned but she couldn't remember anything. She woke up and had walked home unaware that it had been months since she was last seen. It was like a dream, except she couldn't remember it.
Whatever it was, she was different. It was as if she belonged to another world.
She knew it, but it didn't change the fact that it hurt when they would stop talking when she passed or would make it a point to ignore her as if she didn't exist; leave when she had to do laundry by the river.
Stumbling, because she had taken her shoes off, she heard something crunch from behind. Frozen from her spot she tried to think rationally, but all she could think of was the wild dog that had haunted her childhood for so long.
The fear was strong and the memory was still fresh.
She willed herself to move and began running. Coming up, upon the hill, she tumbled into the black forest landing on her back. Scowling at her bad luck, she pulled the long stick from beneath her and pulled it out.
"Stupid thing!" Throwing it out onto the barren dirt and soil. It made a dusty trail.
She rubbed her eyes trying to see outside the darkness. She was sure that her back was sore and there would be some bruises tomorrow.
She was all alone, defenseless and tired. Not to mention the darkness creeping in and the bleeding sun disappearing from the sky.
She looked around,scanning the area but something caught her eye. Suddenly she found herself transfixed by amber glowing eyes. Standing up abruptly, she held the stick in front of her.
"Who's there, I'm not afraid of you. Come out where I can see". The eyes vanished but she could feel that they were still there. She turned around, afraid to have her back turned towards the intruder. It was circling her, ensuring the best angle to ensnare her.
The snap of the twig startled her and she began running aimlessly toward the forest. When she thought she could run no longer, she ran into a hard, warm chest.
"Please, please help me. Someones following me". Grasping his arms tightly she hid herself behind him waiting for the worst. Unconsciously she grasped him and felt his taunt muscles flex at her touch. Toned ...and sculpted. Blushing furiously she forgot how she got in such a predicament.
When there was only silence, she stood up straight and clenched his arm. "I'm sorry, I thought someone was following me". Chiding herself for her foolishness she breathed in a sigh of relief. The terror she had felt still coursing through her veins.
She looked up to the face of her protector was shocked to find deep amber eyes string I tensely at her silently. He stood there silently analyzing her from bottom to top and then to her eyes again.
Unused to such she blushed again and reverted her eyes.
He was handsome...if such a word could be used to describe his features. It was hard to look into his eyes and at his awfully attractive face. He had a broad shoulder and a taunt neck. Even under his clothes she could see the sculpted definition of bulge in his strong arms. Tan skin with defined chin and bright orange hair. He had a scowl ans she cowered, it made him feel dangerous. Despite the fear and anticipation she felt at that moment she couldn't help but feel even more helpless under his intense stare.
He was a man. A real man in every sense . He was the most handsome man she'd ever seen ever.
Suddenly he was walking in front of her and she could do nothing but walk backwards. Her hood fell down and then her back touched the tree.
Feeling corned she curiously looked into her eyes and felt the anticipation of the male in front of her.
She gasped, he took her chin and pulled her by the waist. The contact sent shivers down her spine. He pressed himself into her and she could feel him in ways that she'd never felt anyone. He was hot. It felt as if he was restraining himself the way he gripped her through her clothes .
"I don't know who you are." She stammered.
He whispered but she couldn't hear over the howling wind. His warm breath ghosted upon her cheek. Rukia stood there shocked but a strange sense of longing shook her.
His fingers crept into her hair possessively curling against the nape of her neck as if she was his. She wanted this... but she didn't know why.
He felt like a man.
Shocked by the new feelings erupting out of her ,she looked expectantly into his eyes. Trying to find some sort of clue of who he was and whether she could trust him.
Suddenly his eyes were focused on her lips. She parted them and in an instant his lips came crashing upon her. He was devouring her as if she was water. She could only hold onto the rush of emotions and sensations that could erupt in once kiss.
She was feeling many things...Of all of things fear, desire and ...amazement .
She knew that she shouldn't be letting him hold her and posses her lips... but gods did she want it.
Even though he was but a stranger she felt no fear. She could only feel his warmth, the smell of pine strong.
She grasped his coat. "Please", she whispered.
He didn't pull away. He pulled down her hood, her hair felt cool against the winter night. Lowering his head he brushed his nose along her throat smelling her scent. When it touched her scar, her heart stopped beating.
It was as if he had a hold on her. When he let go ,she heaved unexpectantly.
They're was silence.
"What were you running from?"The stranger said.
Looking up at him, she made to release her grasp on him but he hoisted her upon his waist.
Only a gasp escaped as she threw her arms around him tightly.
"Don't do that!"
"Do what? " He asked pressing her deeply into the tree.
She blushed. "I do not know".
Attempting to push him away, he growled.
"Neither do I. Now tell me what you think you saw in the forest."
"I'm not sure. I can't be certain".
