Alright... this is the fourth chapter... I must work hard on the fifth one... Now I will go to the audience who reads this. What do you think Masila should do? I am not giving you any choices to choose from, so just make them up, and send them to me. Enjoy!
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When she awoke, she found herself in the bed, and under the covers. Her body was soon removed and she was standing out of it, looking around at the room that she was in. Her eyes glanced over at the large coffin that belonged to Meier Link. She walked over to it, and as she did she could see that it was closed tightly. Once again her fingers ran over the carvings on it. So clean cut and delicate they were. After a few moments of studying them, her hand was removed quickly and she stepped away. The coffin opened and Meier looked at her intensely. "What do you need?" Her sunset eyes gazed at him for a few more moments and then she took some steps back. "Taking details is all I am doing. Is that a crime?" Meier gave her a little look, studying her a bit. He then gave her a little smirk and without warning he pulled her into the coffin with him. Her sunset eyes had hazed over with a look of shock, but it was soon replaced by anger. She lifted herself off of his chest, waiting to hit the top of the coffin, but instead she hit nothing. Her sunset eyes just gazed into his crimson ones. "What do you want?" Her voice was still cold and emotionless, yet there was a bit of uneasiness hidden among the tones. He watched her silently for a few moments, before he looked down at her fragile looking hands. They had seemed to clutch to the clothes on him, almost like a child would hold onto its parent when scared. She was not scared though, and he could tell that easily. Alarmed, maybe, but scared no. "To only gaze at my possible bride to be. Is that a crime as well?" His voice was calm, and to most it would send a chill down their spine, but to her it only made her anger rise. "It is a crime to me, for I will not be a bride to you. I am here to kill you, not wed to you." He sighed a bit and then smiled at her. "Do you think the Fates will be kind to you?" Masila glowered at him a bit, her hands tightening their grip on his clothes without her complete knowledge. He moved himself away from her a little, and to the point where if she wanted, she could lean against him. He had removed her hands from his clothes and had straightened them. Blood met sunset in a calm yet burning gaze. "If the Fates will not be kind to me, I doubt they will be nice to you." He gave her a little questioning look, and for that she had an answer. "They might not be kind to me because of my ability to take lives to easily, and because of my blood. For you, it is because you are of the forever damned, and one who has power above most." Once again his smirk returned to his face. "So, we are both in a situation which we must fix, which means," he leaned in close to her ear to whisper the last part of the sentence, "that we must stay together to battle the Fates." Her eyes narrowed a bit, and she pulled herself away from him, and to where she could look at him in the eyes. She hated this man here. He had a come back reply to mostly everything that she said; never had she met anyone such as he. "You are such an annoying pest to me. I would rather battle the Fates on my own."
Her words had been spoken, and as soon as she had finished them she was out the door, and making her way to a small balcony which had been placed quite nicely. There she stood, just gazing out at the land in which she would hopefully see soon in real. Her thoughts drifted off to the man in which she had loved once upon a time. Blood the same as hers, yet in everyway he was stronger, and much more elegant. As soon as she was about to drift back into reality, she heard Meier's voice pierce through her thoughts. "You know it is not easy to hide from me, but if you wish to then have your fun." She turned around slowly to meet his gaze, but instead of his gaze that was met, their lips were brought together. His were cold yet smooth, like ice in a sense, and hers were burning and soft like the feel of silk just heated. Her body had been brought up to his, and they were held there for a few more moments, until her mind came back to life, and she pushed away from him. Her sunset eyes held mixed emotions; anger, shock, and a new fire lit from within. Her hands had been placed upon his clothed chest, and his arms still held her waist to him. "Interesting... I never though a dunpeal would have such heat." His voice had become sensual in a manner. His eyes gazed at the features on her face, and a smile crossed his visage. A blush was creeping upon her cheeks and it seemed that she did not realize until she saw the smug look in his eyes. "Nor would I think one to blush." Anger arose in her eyes and she fought her way down. She didn't get very far though; only halfway across the room to be exact. He grabbed her by the wrist, and in a smooth wave of his body, he was laying on top of her on the bed. "Let me go you monster." Her voice was colder than ice, and it was a simple enough to see that anger was still there. His smile had faded a bit, but he did not let that comment bother him. He held his firm grip on her wrists, that had been pinned on the sides of her head. He bent his head down near her ear, his lips so close, that they would be able to touch. "I will forgive you for that comment," he spoke in a very smooth yet cold voice taht made her breathing get caught in her chest, "but you must learn that bere, we are both monsters." His body lifted off of hers and he stood next to the bed, and then leaned over close to her again. "You will learn how much of a monster I can truely be." He stood up once again, leaving the room and Masila to herself, to listen to those words echo in her mind.
A few days had passed in a silent and slow manner. No words had been spoken between Masila and Meier. Not even words of unruly manners were said. During those days, Masila had continued a tour of the safe house. She had found a room to bathe in, and a simple gown that was still fit enough to fight in. She had seen Meier a few times, but once he saw her, he moved his gaze away and and walked off. Everytime he did that she began to feel frustrated and would take her anger out by walking. The times that she would become angry, she would mutter "Monster my ass," or "Rude man." Those little sentences would send a smile to a watching Meier in the shadows. Few more days passed, and they were all the same. Quiet and pretty much boring for the huntress. She wanted to get to him so badly, that whenever her body needed sleep, her mind wouldn't allow the sleep to come easily, yet at other times it would. Her mind would run off to think about D, the town outside the safe house, and then to Meier. Whenever he came to mind, she would snap out of her daze, return to the present, and try to focus on other things. The last time that she had woken up out of her mind haze, the sun was up and it seemed that Meier was in his casket. It was a strange thing, because of the safe house's walls. She slid out of the bed and walked over to where he was. His eyes were closed and he was so quiet that it seemed death had laid its hands on him. She began to lean over closer to him and then stopped. It was stupid to try and watch him. She shook her head and walked back to the bed, and climbed on top of it. She looked back at the casket and then at her hands. "I have become to weak," her voice had become soft and seemed to echo, "I cannot even kill that man who I despise." As she looked down at her hands, she felt someone move behind her and soon a pair of pale hands covered hers. Her eyes widened, but they soon closed and her head tilted back. Meier's head was between her head and shoulder and leaning against her neck. He could hear and feel the human blood in her veins, yet he kept himself calm. "What do you want, Meier?" Her voice was cold, yet it had a slow and tired tone to it. His crimson eyes opened up and he frowned slightly. "You are not weak Masila. You are strong, except when it comes to your... emotions." Her eyes opened and her head lifted. "My emotions?" His hands and presence had left her empty. Once again his words were stained on her mind.