"Five seconds ago, you were saying
you'd rip me to shreds, and…"
Of course she was confused – one
minute, he was glaring, saying he was going to kill her, tear her into
pieces, make her another statistic, another murdered actress wannabe in
Los Angeles.
Nothing new.
But now he was saying that he couldn't, wouldn't hurt her?
"…now you expect me to trust you? I'm sorry, but…"
There was no possible way that she
could trust him now – she was always going to be on her guard, and maybe
– she'd have to move.
He'd found a way to get into her
apartment, so she wasn't safe there, and…
If she wasn't safe there, she couldn't
be safe in this town at all.
She'd have to give her dream for her life.
"YOU'RE sorry? YOU'RE
sorry?! What the hell…? You think that this is easy enough,
that I could just come in and gut you…"
"Why don't you?" Those dark
eyes were cold then, Brianna closed off to the world, trying to keep herself
together, even though…
She could be looking death in the face.
"Why don't I?" He couldn't
help but scoff, shaking his head. "The reason I don't is because…"
You like to play with your prey
before you go in for the kill.
That was the real answer, but…
Maybe he was a little bothered by
the fact that she could wield a power he'd not known about…
Yeah, like he'd tell her that.
"Well, truthfully, Brianna…"
He stepped closer again, backing the girl into the wall that was behind
her, and almost felt guilty as she gasped, almost whimpering in protest…
He never gave her the chance.
-*-
It was surprisingly warm, alarmingly
gentle…
But still, there was this
primal aspect that frightened her, made her want to back away…
There wasn't anywhere to go, though.
He had her cornered, so to speak.
Trapped.
Caught in the net…of a kiss.
-*-
He'd thought – then, maybe…he'd do
it. While he had her in his trap, helpless…
But somewhere, he'd decided – it
was almost nice. Even if it was a game. Even if…eventually…he'd
have to do something…
It was just so nice to have warmth pressed against him.
She was younger than anything he'd
ever seen, but in ways, wise beyond her years…
Beautiful in her naïve ways,
her voice, those eyes that pulled him into this mess…
She'd brought him here. It
was HER fault.
He couldn't bring himself to kill
her now.
Not now.
He needed answers.