Chapter 4- Caught Like a Canary

It's been a week since our escape. Hime and I had reached our respective hideouts intact. Although I have a feeling that she's already caught and doesn't mind it much. I really wonder how she's going to handle being a daughter-in-law of the Zoldyck family. Just the thought of them gives me the creeps. Although, I think one of the youngest might be an exception from what I've heard.

The hideout was basically a cottage in a meadow surrounded by a forest far away from most of mankind. Just a place of peace with a garden outback and a few animals necessary for breeding and consumption. It was the kind of place I had always wanted. The cottage was a simple double story house. Upstairs were the two bedrooms, the bathroom, toilet and a study with all our favourite books. The first floor had the kitchen, the dining room and the lounging area. The patio outside the kitchen had an outside table with two chairs. It always faced the direction of the setting sun. A past time Hime and I had started enjoying whenever we needed to just relax.

And now it was just me at the cottage and it felt lonely. It was midday when I got out of bed and started the chores, finishing towards the afternoon. Heading towards the patio my stomach grumbled its disagreement about the lack of food. But I was too lazy to cook anything at the moment and so I just downed an apple and reclined in my seat on the patio enjoying the breeze until I watched the sun set and welcome the darkness of the night.

At this point there was no helping it. I was starving and craving pasta too. Sighing, I stood up and headed in, locking the door behind me. In fact I made sure to lock all doors and close all the windows either just before or after the sun sets. It was an acquired habit.

Heading to the kitchen I started on the Bolognese sauce. The only sounds that echoed in the house was that of chopping and maybe some pots and pans being moved around.

It wasn't until the food was almost done that I realized that I made enough for two people unconsciously. Oh well, the leftovers can be for breakfast tomorrow anyway, I thought.

Turning the stove off and grabbing a plate from the cupboard, I start dishing out some pasta. The kitchen was my favorite place to be. It was warm and comforting. So the cold breeze that caused me to shiver was a surprise. My arms suddenly had goosebumps and an anxious feeling started within me.

Not one to ignore my instincts, I hold my plate of food and the fork that I was just about to put to use for the good of my stomach and maybe humanity. I then shove a mouthful of pasta in my mouth- because, like really, I was still hungry. And there was no one else beside Hime who knew of this place….but that didn't mean I wasn't on edge.

After an intense battle between my mind and stomach on whether I should just continue eating or check out what my instincts were crying about, it was decided that instincts are never wrong.

And so the plate was placed on the counter and I was now kinda pissed off. Because cold pasta is just wrong, okay?

What was unexpected and unaccounted for was the fact that the only thing I could do was turn around. And then 2 things happened. The first being me stuck to the ground facing amber slitted eyes and an infamous smirk and the second being the infamous smirking irritant walking towards me and locking me in his arms against the counter whilst bungee gumming my hands behind my back.

The fucking cat caught the canary all thanks to a backstabbing friend wanting the best for me.

I can't even be mad at her for it

"Hmm", he starts off with a low voice, "it wasn't very nice you know, leaving without even saying goodbye first, there were so many things I still wanted to try".

"I didn't take you to be the whiny type." I say with my eyes narrowed. My nen was slyly trying to undo the bungee gum keeping me stuck.

"Oh sweetheart", he comes closer and sighs against my ear, "that won't work again", and the bungee gum becomes tighter.

This fucking fox.

And then my head's pulled back harshly and he's biting at my neck. A low groan resonates in the room and his body is stuck onto mine. I can feel every inch of muscle through his clothes. And it's too fucking much. Because my head is spinning and I can feel that knowing smirk on my neck before he's licking the bruise and the blood that came with it. And I am so pissed because I want this so much. So goddamn much. And then I'm lost in a pool of hot amber.

"You can't run away anymore", he starts, " Even if you do, I'll find you anyway."

"I'll tie you to that bed we first used", he says adoringly and then that wicked smirk is back on his lips and he comes closer to my face. His lips barely a millimeter away from my own,

"And make you beg".

The End

Soooo, it's been way too long but I'm just going to end it there because I don't want to leave it ongoing forever. I hope you guys liked the story. Please review and let me know.