She awoke to a dull throbbing behind her eyes and a cool dampness on her head. Gingerly, Molly opened one eye, glancing around the darkend room.Both eyes open, now that she knew no light would increase the pressure in her head, Molly looked around. She was lying on the biggest bed she'd ever seen, and upon further inspection, she realized that ALL of the furniture in this room seemed to have been designed for someone much larger than her own five foot four inch frame.
Amazed, Molly slowly took in the furnishings of a room NOT her own. Plush carpet reached from cream colored wall to cream colored wall, stopping abruptly at the door to the room. Curtains of heavy brocaded cloth in a gorgeous burgundy graced the two large windows, blocking out any light that may try to intrude. The only source of light in the room came from an elegant victorian lamp that was further dimmed by the burgundy cloth that had been placed over it.
Sitting up slowly she swung her legs off of the bed, testing the strength of her limbs, only to have them buckle instantly beneath her. With a dejected sigh, Molly pulled herself back onto the bed. She wasn't quite sure where she was or how she'd gotten there. She concentrated, trying to remember what had happened. Her forehead wrinkled in concentration, she closed her eyes and slowly took a calming breath.
"You've been asleep for almost 24 hours."
The deep voice startled Molly into searching for it's owner. In a wing backed chair half hidden in shadows, Molly saw a large figure slowly rise to step into the light. A small gasp of concern left her lips upon discovering that her saviour was none other than the monster known as Kane. A snug black t-shirt was stretched across his massive chest, tucked into a pair of worn bluejeans. A deep chuckle left his lips as he strode to the bed, to tower over Molly.
"Surprised Molly?"
She nodded, her tongue too thick to speak. She'd never really spoken to Kane. One of the very first things that her cousins had warned her about when she'd joined the fed was this silent monster. Personally she'd always been curious about him and what went on in his mind. Molly searched his gaze with her own, navy blue meeting the mismatched orbs of blue and brown. Kane tilted his head in a manner that reminded her of the times he had still worn a mask."What happened?"
Kane sat down lightly on the bed, careful to give Molly room. She wasn't completely coherent yet or she wouldn't have been as calm and relaxed about him being that close to her on the bed. He knew that she was unaware of the fact that she'd been under his constant supervision and watchful eye ever since he'd carried her back to his plush hotel room the night before. His gaze roamed over her pixie-like face, as it had done so often these last hours. "What do you remember?"
A small frown marred the otherwise flawless face of the young woman as she gave a little huff of impatience. "I don't remember anything, that's why I asked YOU!" Kane arched an eyebrow at the tone of her voice but said nothing about it.
"You were attacked by two thugs." He searched her eyes, looking for any glimmer of rememberance. "They had you more or less knocked out when I got to you." Molly reached out, allowing her hand to rest lightly on Kane's arm. She didn't miss the surprise that flashed briefly in his eyes, but opted not to mention it.
"And you saved me?" A light flush stained the large man's face, but he didn't look away.
"I suppose you could call it that, yes." Instinctively, Molly leaned over and reached up, brushing a light kiss across the big man's cheek. She felt his jaw clench and pulled back in surprise to see the hungry expression in Kane's eyes. Almost involuntarily, he reached up, placing a large hand against the skin she'd just kissed.
"Thank you." she whispered quietly. Kane's gaze wandered over her face, seeming to memorize every detail. When his eyes returned to hers, he asked gently, "Why did you do that?"
Molly frowned at the softly spoken question. She wasn't really sure WHY she had done it. Instinct had told her, immediately upon seeing him tonight, that he was nothing of a threat to her or her well-being. She'd been safely tucked away and no worse for the wear, hadn't she? She shrugged.
"Because I wanted to."
Kane continued to stare at her another minute before nodding. He stood and looked down at the tiny diva. "I'm going to order some room service. Would you like anything?" Molly shook her head, her stomach immediately betraying her by rumbling loudly. She blushed.
"That's alright. You've done more than enough for me." Kane walked to the doorway and turned, a curious gaze on his oddly attractive face.
"I've done what I had to do." Before Molly could give voice to the question on the tip of her tongue, he turned and started out the door. "I'll order you a steak and salad. You need to eat." And shutting the door behind him, he was gone.
Molly rose slowly this time allowing her legs to become accustomed to her weight once again. To say she had been shocked by the recent turns of events would've been an understatement. Kane was the absolute LAST person she had expected to see when she'd come to this evening.
Taking a tenative step forward, she was relieved to find that she could support herself. She made her way to the adjoining bathroom, taking in the elegance and sophistication of the room around her. She flipped on the lights, wincing slightly at the flourescent glare. Seeing herself in the mirror was something of a shock. Her normally tame hair stood out wildly around her head, making her eyes seem like they dominated her face. An ugly purple bruise covered almost the entire right side of her face and reaching up she gently probed the injured area. Satisfied that there didn't seem to be anything broken, she took care of relieving herself and slowly walked to the sink to wash her hands. She looked down at the stinging sensation caused by the soap she'd applied and was startled to see the knuckles on her right hand scraped and bruised. I must've gotten in at least one good shot, she thought to herself, carefully drying her hands on the plush towel hanging by the sink.
Stepping back out into the room, she looked around. It was something of a shock to think that this was Kane's hotel room. She'd always just assumed that he was a bit on the rough side...and would probably stay at the cheapest hotel he could find, much like the rest of the wrestling roster. His choice of accomodations gave a new aspect to the Big Red Machine -- a completely different side.
Molly was still considering this when the door opened to reveal Kane carrying a large silver platter, complete with two covered dishes and two bottles of water. He strode gracefully across the room to set the tray on the large table in front of the window. Turning, he smiled almost sheepishly at Molly.
"Dinner is served, Miss Holly."