Demon Sign
Part 11
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"No, no!" Raksha cried.
"Stop! Please stop!"
They were hurting her again. Just when she thought she was safe, just when she thought she was far enough away, they found her. They were holding her down, restraining her. Her arms and legs were bound. She couldn't move but she still fought uselessly against the bonds. She couldn't see their faces no matter how hard she tried to. She caught the gleam of light glinting off of steel. She felt the cold, sharp bite of the knife piercing the inside of her right thigh. The pain almost made her pass out but even that reprieve wasn't allowed her. She was going to be made to feel every second of pain and agony.
She screamed.
Then she felt arms around her. Pinning her arms to her sides; not letting her strike out against the unknown attackers. A voice slowly became clearer in her mind; clearing away the confusing and frightening haze that was left by the nightmare.
"Raksha, wake up. It was only a dream. You were only dreaming. You're safe. I won't let anything happen to you. I promise."
Raksha stopped struggling and collapsed into the strong, comforting arms that were holding her tightly.
"You promise?" She murmered against his chest.
"I promise, Raksha." Heero said.
He was experiencing the strangest feelings toward this girl. She was smart, beautiful, strong, and stubborn. He had never seen anything effect her like this. Even the deaths of everyone she knew, loved, and trusted didn't destroy her. It only gave her a strong sense of determination and purpose. But this...this dream, this memory, was slowly deteriorating her spirit and soul.
Heero stroked her hair. He would do everything and anything he could to protect her. She was a good, kind person who had felt too much pain and death. He felt a need to protect her. His instincts were telling him to hold her and keep her safe. He always listened to his instincts. They had never been wrong.
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The next morning
Raksha woke up feeling safer than she ever had before. She slowly registered a rythmic thump against her back and something warm wrapped around her. Seconds later her brain recognized what it was. She tried to pull away but the arm around her stomach tightened. A warm breath washed over her neck and she felt a soft rumbling chuckle against her back.
"I see that you have finally decided to wake up."
Heero's voice, rough from sleep, sent shivers running up and down her spine and she felt her body awaken completely.
"Would you please let me go?" Raksha demanded through clenched teeth.
Heero pulled her back even more snugly against is muscled frame.
"Oh no, I'm quite comfortable with you where you are."
He bent his head and brushed his lips against her shoulder. Raksha closed her eyes. His mouth moved up to her neck. He paused over her pulse and she nearly fainted when he flicked his tongue out to taste it. She turned her face instinctively toward his. At the first brush of his lips against hers she knew she was lost.
'I love him.'
The thought hit her with the force of a speeding train. This quiet, mostly rude, brooding, irresistable young man held her heart in his hands. Hands that were capable of bending steel.
Part 11
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"No, no!" Raksha cried.
"Stop! Please stop!"
They were hurting her again. Just when she thought she was safe, just when she thought she was far enough away, they found her. They were holding her down, restraining her. Her arms and legs were bound. She couldn't move but she still fought uselessly against the bonds. She couldn't see their faces no matter how hard she tried to. She caught the gleam of light glinting off of steel. She felt the cold, sharp bite of the knife piercing the inside of her right thigh. The pain almost made her pass out but even that reprieve wasn't allowed her. She was going to be made to feel every second of pain and agony.
She screamed.
Then she felt arms around her. Pinning her arms to her sides; not letting her strike out against the unknown attackers. A voice slowly became clearer in her mind; clearing away the confusing and frightening haze that was left by the nightmare.
"Raksha, wake up. It was only a dream. You were only dreaming. You're safe. I won't let anything happen to you. I promise."
Raksha stopped struggling and collapsed into the strong, comforting arms that were holding her tightly.
"You promise?" She murmered against his chest.
"I promise, Raksha." Heero said.
He was experiencing the strangest feelings toward this girl. She was smart, beautiful, strong, and stubborn. He had never seen anything effect her like this. Even the deaths of everyone she knew, loved, and trusted didn't destroy her. It only gave her a strong sense of determination and purpose. But this...this dream, this memory, was slowly deteriorating her spirit and soul.
Heero stroked her hair. He would do everything and anything he could to protect her. She was a good, kind person who had felt too much pain and death. He felt a need to protect her. His instincts were telling him to hold her and keep her safe. He always listened to his instincts. They had never been wrong.
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The next morning
Raksha woke up feeling safer than she ever had before. She slowly registered a rythmic thump against her back and something warm wrapped around her. Seconds later her brain recognized what it was. She tried to pull away but the arm around her stomach tightened. A warm breath washed over her neck and she felt a soft rumbling chuckle against her back.
"I see that you have finally decided to wake up."
Heero's voice, rough from sleep, sent shivers running up and down her spine and she felt her body awaken completely.
"Would you please let me go?" Raksha demanded through clenched teeth.
Heero pulled her back even more snugly against is muscled frame.
"Oh no, I'm quite comfortable with you where you are."
He bent his head and brushed his lips against her shoulder. Raksha closed her eyes. His mouth moved up to her neck. He paused over her pulse and she nearly fainted when he flicked his tongue out to taste it. She turned her face instinctively toward his. At the first brush of his lips against hers she knew she was lost.
'I love him.'
The thought hit her with the force of a speeding train. This quiet, mostly rude, brooding, irresistable young man held her heart in his hands. Hands that were capable of bending steel.