Chapter 2

Slowly stirring on some soft and warm material, with a muffled groan her eyes fluttered open. Barely at first but gradually she began to become of her surroundings. She was beneath satin sheets...a fur comforter on top tickling her neck. She turned her head to the side, her eyes still not fully able to focus of anything but vague shapes and colors.

The room from what she could determine was of decent size, the door or what looked like a door was against the wall to her immediate left. A two simple dresser on either side of it, to her right was something...but she couldn't make out what it was exactly and the more she strained herself to focus the more it proved to be futile.

She gave up after a time and turned her eyes upwards towards the ceiling. The ceiling was dark, like everything else...but it held a certain appeal to it that made her hold her gaze until what little strength she had to awake as slipped away. Having no other choice she could only return to sleep, allowing her body to recover from what ever had put her in that predicament in the first place.

However, before she could fully drift away into a blissful sleep, her mind began to plague her. Why was she there? What force had brought her to that place and for what reason...?

Another groan escaped her lips as she tried to remember, something had happened...something that she knew deep down in her heart that what had happen was something terrible...something...

Her eyes flew open suddenly as images of the happenings of the night before replayed themselves into of her minds eye. With this new realization and renewed strength she fought to be free of the sheets and bed. Due to all her thrashing trying desperately to get up she knocked over a basin that had been set up the nightstand beside her bed, and sent it crashing to the floor.

She paused at the sound of footsteps outside the door was. She stared at the door in anticipation, for she knew who would step through the door. She had to get up before he came in, but she couldn't seem to free of herself of her sheets. They were as if clashed to the bed and thus clasped to her preventing her from escaping.

She growled in frustration and continued to fight. She blinked slightly and gave a triumphed gasp when the sheets and cover began to give way. She was nearly there, just a little more and then she'd be free.

The doorknob began to turn then, quickly jerking open to reveal the man that Aura so desperately was trying to escape. He stood in the doorway, his lean form taking up most of the doorway. He watched her, obviously amused with her current situation; his eyes...a dark hazel brown leered down at her, a grin slipping across his lips.

"You weren't planning on leaving so soon were you my dear? We've so much to catch up on...," his voice purred in a low silky manner.

She nearly froze at the sound of his voice, but she refused to stop now not when she was so close to being free. She didn't turn to face him, instead glanced cautiously at him from the corner of her eye and even them it was a mere quick glance to determine where exactly he was in reference to herself.

He chuckled, "Normally I'd be surprised to see anyone resist my spell and wake up so soon not to mention be able to get up as far as you have...but then I know you, I'd expect nor accept anything less out of you...you will was always stronger then anyone else I've ever none.."

He moved out of the doorway then and slowly made his way to her struggling form. Each step as graceful and as silent a cat stalking its prey, so by the time she had been able to tell that he had move he was already leering down at her from the foot of the bed.

She nearly jumped out of the skin when she saw him, her hearing was excellent and the fact that he had been able to move without her hearing him unnerved her to no end. Because she had stopped her struggle the sheets began pull her back down to the bed again. She let out growl, and was able to bring up her hands which she found to still be clawed much to her delight and began to bring them down with the intent of tearing the covers to shred if she must.

Two thick black ropes...tentacles...wrapped themselves about her wrist as she tried to strike. Her head turned sharply to regard the two shaded things that had stopped her, and at the sight of them caused a shudder. With a sudden jerk she pulled back upon the bed, obviously another pair of the shades had found their way about her shoulders.

The minute she crashed back down on the bed the sheets crawls back up her body and adjust snugly around her. She promptly began to struggle again, growls of angry and frustration growing louder and louder by the minute.

Calien stood at the foot of the bed watching with great amusement. In her current shape she was no contest for the strength of his shadows, though that didn't mean he didn't enjoy the thrill of the possible chance that she might get free. He began to chuckle as he watched her begin to struggle once again.

An impish grin slipped across his lips as he placed his hands and knees on the bed and crawled up until he was positioned directly above her. Straddling her waist both hands moved up to pin her wrist to the bed on either side of her head. He leered down at her, his eyes shining with an impish...and lustful look, and also something else that even she couldn't identify.

She stared up at him, her eyes wide...frighten of what he might do with his advantage over her. But the look of fear last only a moment before a threatening growl pushed its way up her throat and her eyes flashing red.

"Let me go you Bastard!!"

He blinked with mocked surprise and hurt, "I a Bastard? Such harsh words my dear wife," he leant his head down a bit, a grin pasted firmly on his face, "Come now, there's no need for all of this..."

She glared daggers up at him, but became silent as well. She was virtually powerless to do anything at the moment. As he spoke her reserved source of strength was quickly running low, she'd be unconscious any second. Which at this particular point in time was fine with her...at least that way she wouldn't have to see or hear him; she'd be at peace for a short time.

He smirked; taking note of the fact that she was becoming quiet and wasn't fighting him anymore.

Mentally he mused, "Suppose I'll have to have my fun another night...there's no fun to be had with her unconscious, though..." something within his mind change at that moment, his personality and aura grew dark for a brief second, "...Though I suppose a little taste while she slept wouldn't hurt."

A dark grin presented itself as he bent his head closer to hers. Aura noted his mood darken, she could feel it as well and it made her shrink away from him as much as she could. Calien paused an inch or more above her face, noticing how she shrank away from him more then ever. Honestly it hurt him to see her afraid of him, but it also thrilled another part of him.

Turning his head away from her for just a moment, when he turned back he was himself again...dispelling the thought of taking advantage of her...for the moment. Instead leant down and planted a soft kiss on her forehead before pulling away and staring down at her in silence, then sliding off the side of the bed and walking directly to the door, pausing a moment to looked back at her.

"Sleep now...you've had enough excitement for one night," with those last word spoken she slipped into unconscious forcefully and he stepped out of the room close the door behind him.