A/N: Oh man, you have no idea how difficult it was to start this chapter. Honestly, when I finished the last chapter, I didn't even know where I was going with it. It just seemed like a good way to go. But I'm glad I did, because I love the added drama. Although too much complexity tends to give me a major headache. Whatever. And I know it took me long to update… I can't say anything but… Sorry. :D. But enjoy my lovelies!
Standard WARNING: Rated "M" for Mature. Duh. So if you're not mature enough, don't read it. Ha ha. Or something. I dunno. Just enjoy. :D
Crescendo
Chapter 6: As My Lover
It was a beautiful winter day in the month of January. New snow had just fallen, but that day, the sun had chosen to accompany it, adding its beautiful radiance to the glittering snow.
Of course, being New York City, about fifteen seconds later, the "beautiful" and "glittering" snow was either turned into a gray slosh, melted down with salt, plowed out of the way, or yellow.
Ah, the beauty of city life.
But in the King's private world, where all was pristine and perfect, the snow lay untouched, as beautiful and pure as the early morning golden light that flooded the grounds. The thick surrounding of trees that blocked the home from the view of prying eyes were calm, and only moved the slightest bit as the winter breeze slithered and whispered through the heavy green branches. Even in the gardens, the bushes were bare as the multitude of flora slept for the season, waiting expectantly for spring to approach. The dense blanket of white added tranquility to it all, masking the emptiness with stillness, as if the moment was frozen, and would remain so until the flowers would bloom.
Amidst it all, a powerful castle dominated the silent world. Its multitude of glittering windows and thrusting turrets and spikes pierced the air, its presence imposing and grand. The stone façade was stripped bare of the vines that would crawl up come spring, and its surface was smooth yet formidable.
In all, it was magnificent; there was no other way to describe it. The flawlessly manicured gardens and landscape; the grand, majestic castle; just the sheer perfection of it all-
It was a beautiful prison.
In the left wing, all the way to the end of the hall, after a right turn, and past four more doors, Serena was curled under the warm silk sheets, the fire blazing away, and the sunlight streaming in.
Four days had passed. Four days since she last touched a piano. Four days since she'd last seen or talked to her friends. Four days since had been taken prisoner.
How many hours had she lain in this bed? After Darien's shocking revelation, Serena finally decided that she needed a break. The events of the past four days had her feeling more anger, fear, shock, arousal, sadness and probably every other emotion possible than she had in her entire life. She just needed to stop, recharge, and figure things out.
Alrighty, first off, Serena thought, organizing the events of the past few days, I'm a vampire, but a really abnormal one. Second, Darien has made me his mate or whatever. Third, apparently before all this, I was a-
Her thoughts broke off. It still completely blew her mind. All this time, she thought that she was just a normal, average human being, but it turned out that she actually wasn't.
In fact, according to Darien, she apparently was part demon.
Demon.
Demon.
Demon. As in, demon. Like, demon demon.
It makes sense. The unusual potency of your music, and the captivation that it holds; your unusual degree of power; your wings; and your strong defense against my own powers- no other being except a demon would be able to do such a thing. And even still, it would have to be a hell of strong one to stand a chance against me (Serena noted that he had added that final sentence with a great sense of arrogance- the bastard).
Serena groaned in misery. Out of all things, why a demon? Why couldn't she have been something… Well, nicer (and here came her outraged vanity and sense of morality)? Like, for example, part faerie, or part angel. Demon just sounded so… Menacing. And Evil.
Well no one says that you have to believe everything Darien says. I mean, who died and made him ki- Er. I mean, he can't be right about everything.
Besides, who ever heard of a demon with white wings? Darien's a lot more demonic than me, especially with those scary black wings of his.
Serena curled her body tighter and wrapped herself more firmly within the covers. Ever since the day her wings had released, she would oftentimes feel a strange tingly sensation running across her shoulder blades and down her spine. It was like the wings itched to be released, to be free.
Ha. The day Darien lets me go is the day that I'll release my wings. That fucking hurt like no other. No way do I want to go through that again. And with my luck, Darien will probably end up telling me that I'm also Harry Potter's sister or something.
She shut her eyes and settled comfortably in the giant bed. The exhaustion was seeping into her bones, the events of the past four days finally taking its toll on her body.
I mean honestly, I was kidnapped, turned into a vampire, became Darien's matey-thing, got some weird red mark on my neck, passed out, had wings pop out of my back, and then to only find out that I have demon blood running through my veins. This has clearly been a very trying four days, she thought grumpily to herself. "Damn that Darien. It's all his fucking fault." Her mind began to slowly fade and she began to slip away into the world of dreams. "I wish… I'd never… met… him…"
He would, Darien decided, have to develop some kind of immunity, or at least downgrade the potency of these troubling emotions.
They were making him weak. He was second guessing himself, when he shouldn't, faltering where he used to be confident; killing his drive and limiting his abilities- or, basically, making him so damn human.
He had once been a human, despite what most believed. Long ago, during the age of the powerful Assyrian empire, he had been the general of an unconquerable army. He battled long and hard against the Babylonians, and when it fell, planned to live long and prosper in his own beloved country. But even then he had been cold, harsh, and apathetic to all that stood in his way. Granted, he wasn't cruel leader, but cared naught of the fate of others, so long as their outcome was a product of justice and honor.
When had he ever felt pity, or remorse; especially for a woman? When did a person ever have the ability to bring him to his knees? When did he ever beg for something he desired with all his being?
Never.
Women were a way to pass the time, to admire, and to use to relieve his stress and find pleasure. The only person that he submitted to was his King, and even then he could only manage a stiff bow.
And then he became a vampire. To this day, he could remember every single day of his existence as a vampire with perfect clarity, every memory perfectly preserved and stored in his mind; yet the day of his conversion, the day he became a vampire was a distant blur. He only had flashes of images and short clips of the first few days of his time as a newborn vampire. He only clearly remembered that when he awoke, he was buried deep within the ground, his body ringing with power and the urge for blood so strong that he thought he would go insane.
Unable to control his newly obtained powers and his ever incessant call for blood, he'd left his beloved country, after he'd wiped out an entire village during a insane rampage for blood. For decades he wandered, training his mind and body to always be in supreme control, until he was confident of his abilities and his powers had multiplied to even more immeasurable heights.
When he'd finally returned to his motherland, he returned to ruins. The Roman Empire was now in power, and had conquered the Assyrians and Babylonians centuries before. Yet he felt no remorse, no anger, nor an urge for revenge against the Romans. He was utterly cold. Empty.
But he preferred it that way.
He had the blood of hundreds of people on his hands, whether they were innocent or criminals, and by that point, he felt so dead that another thousand wouldn't even make him flinch. It had to be that way, lest he completely lose his sanity and all forms of rational behavior.
Yet now, emotions that he repressed even as a human and had completely disappeared during his time as a vampire were bursting forth to surface, completely throwing him out of sorts and astonishing him.
It was, to say the least, very dangerous.
It was a problem that needed resolving, yet the very root of his problem was Serena.
Well, fuck.
Serena was getting seriously tired of just moping around in her room. Ever since she started her self- proclaimed isolation from Darien, she had stayed in her room, refusing to leave and acknowledge that he had won. Unfortunately, she was beginning to get fidgety and her fingers were starting to twitch from inactivity. Not only that, she just freaking hungry.
Apparently vampires need more than blood to sustain themselves. Or maybe it's this 'demon' side of me, she thought darkly.
"Bah! Whatever! I am not going to let this get to me," she said to herself. She quickly showered, already feeling better as the hot, steamy water loosened all the tense muscles and soothed her tired body. She still didn't have any of her clothes, but found a large thick black cotton robe hanging on the bathroom door.
Yeesh. Doesn't this guy own anything in any other color than black? He seriously needs to widen his variety in clothing. Pulling on the warm robe, she was immediately engulfed by a purely masculine scent, wild yet sophisticated in its uniqueness. She suppressed the urge to just pull the material to her nose and take in deep breaths, and instead chose to mutter unpleasant things about the robe's owner.
Serena knew that her attitude was childish, but she couldn't help herself. To be honest, nearly all of her killing rage had faded, leaving behind only the disgruntled, annoyed remnants of her unhappiness. She just couldn't keep a grudge—she never could, ever since she was child. It annoyed her to no end that she wasn't more like her cousin Mina, who could carry on a grudge for a lifetime times a hundred. But that didn't mean that she'd forgiven Darien. Oh no, Darien number one on her shit list, even outranking her old chemistry teacher from high school and the boss from hell she had a while back.
And she'd be damned if she ever would.
Hm. Scratch that. I already am damned. Thank you, very much Darien the bastard.
Yet, honestly, she felt, well, perhaps not relieved, but a very small, miniscule, minute sense of appreciation that Darien had told her about her interesting "heritage." She much preferred knowing the truth and finding a way to live with it rather than just leading a life of ignorance, even if the truth was rather bizarre and disturbing.
But of course, she'd never tell him that.
When Mina woke up, night had fallen and the moon was partially covered with clouds. Confused, she realized that somehow she'd ended up in her bed. Groaning, she rubbed her eyes and buried herself deeper into the mattress. And then she noticed that somehow, her body seemed to have grown an extra arm.
A rather tan, muscular looking arm at that.
She sat up quickly clutching the covers to her ( Naked? When the freak did that happen?) chest and followed the length of the arm to see the very naked, very sexy, and oh-so-irresistible body that it was attached to.
Kunzite's grin was positively wolfish, especially with his unnaturally long canines glinting at her. "Good morning. Or rather, I should say, 'night'."
Mina said nothing and only stared blankly at his face. Then lower. Then shot her eyes back up, blushing furiously. "Could you please cover yourself? That's,"she waved her hand around in the generally area without looking at him, "inappropriate."
He grabbed her waving hand firmly by the wrist and tugged her forward, jerking her hand off the sheet and baring her body to him. He pulled her on top of him until her body lied completely pressed against his, with no barriers between. Mina immediately began to struggle and tried to push herself off, but Kunzite merely wrapped one arm around her waist and the other up her back, his fingers plunging into her hair and gently running through. And if his growing length against her thigh was any indication, her squirming wasn't helping.
"If I recall, we used do a lot of things that were inappropriate. And you enjoyed it. Immensely."
The fact that her face was now burning as bright as a cherry tomato did nothing to keep the indignant tone out of her voice, despite the extremely awkward situation. "That was then. This is now. And I want to know what happened. Now."
In a flash, Kunzite switched their positions, so that she was caught under him, his arms firmly wrapped around her body. Delicately, seductively, Kunzite stroked the sensitive skin on the side of her neck with the tip of his tongue. "Do you not remember? You took me... And I took you." His voice ended with on husky whisper, his elongated fangs delicately brushing against the vein pulsing in her neck.
She was melting. Weakening. Like a marshmallow in hell. She was doomed. No! Be strong Mina! Remember what he is. What he's done!
What he's done to you.
The cursed images that she thought she had finally overcome began to float to the surface. Using the last vestiges of her self-control, she pushed away from the delicious temptation known as Kunzite and grabbed a sheet on her way up. Apparently, her sudden change in attitude caught him off guard, as she was able to push him off relatively easily. Or he let me up… Since he knew he could just take me again.
Or because I'd just willingly return.
Kunzite could already sense Mina's withdrawal, her bright eyes shuttering over, concealing her emotions and thoughts from him.
He'd been alive for centuries, yet the one year that they were apart had felt like a millennia. His heart ached seeing her so different, yet still so much the same. Her stubborn, stormy defiance was the same, and the way her ears were always the first to turn red when she was embarrassed was the same.
The way she moaned beneath his lips was the same. Wrenchingly so. The way she melted in his arms was the same. Achingly so. The intense amount of love that he'd always felt for her was still the same. Painfully so.
But now she didn't laugh as freely as before, nor did she smile as often. Her thoughts were a mystery, her emotions carefully concealed behind those damned secret eyes. Their permanent bond should've made it impossible for her to stay away, yet she had done so for an entire year, fighting the constant pull, the insane lust and attraction, and it had taken its toll on her. His stomach clenched in pain and his soul grieved for the dark shadows he saw under her eyes. The pallor of her usually golden skin made him want to offer all his power, his wealth, his status in exchange for a reversal of time.
Just to go back one year. Just to go back and change what had happened.
Just to hear her say "I love you" one last time.
Even now, as he tried to re- forge the bond between their thoughts, she shut him out effectively, and he felt as empty and devoid as he had before he met her that one fateful, blessed day.
He had been in Moscow, checking up on the vampire factions that were under the rule of his King, making sure that all was well and under control (and of course, they were- no one dared to piss off Darien), when he'd heard a loud, alarmed shout and a small but slim body slamming into his. He'd barely felt the impact, but he did notice one thing. The blood. The warm and sweet smelling liquid coated his hands, spurring an instantaneous hunger that had gripped his throat and his unexpected erection.
God, just the thought of it was making him hot again.
Eventually all the screaming and chaos of the busy street broke through his lust-clouded mind and forced him to assess the situation. He gently laid the bleeding woman on the ground to examine her wound and found that a small bullet had gone through her right shoulder. The wound wasn't fatal, but the amount of blood loss she'd already experienced was rather alarming. He brushed the soft golden hair away from the woman's face, and sucked in a sharp breath when all of a sudden, his world tilted then steadied, his soul exploded and in its place a new, warmer, purer one bloomed in his heart. Mine. My mate. My love. The words raced across his mind at dizzying speeds.
Of course, it was really rather inappropriate that he was getting a boner over a potentially dying woman, so he decided that he needed to get them out of there, fast. He couldn't exactly change her right there on the side of the street, with all the people beginning to crowd around him, during the daytime, so instead he cast an illusion over them, so that when he swiftly bit his wrist and pressed his blood against her mouth, it looked more as if he was just checking her pulse.
When the mystery woman began to respond, her lips kissing his wrist and her tongue swirling over his vein, the scent of her blood plus the added heady sensation of her mouth suckling his wrist was too much for him to bear, he swiftly lifted her up into his arms and began to stride forward to the long black limousine that he'd been about to step into, before all this had happened.
He cared not for the gaping people that were openly staring at the bleeding woman, but he knew that if he didn't clean this mess up, it just prove to be bothersome later. Before he stepped into the car, he spread his powers to encompass a quarter-mile radius and swiftly blurred the minds of all the people for the past 10 minutes. He figured that was the best he could do in such short time. Besides, he had more important issues currently lying in his arms.
Beautiful issues.
Bloody issues.
God he was a sick, sick man.
By the time they'd reached his penthouse, he'd managed to rein his libido under (relative) control, and figured he could go for at least a couple more hours without being overwhelmed with the urge to jump the unconscious woman, unless she did that…
The blonde woman moaned deeply in her sleeping state, her body twisting around in discomfort and distress.
…moan thing.
He cursed under this breath and averted his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before gathering her up in his arms to take her up the elevator.
Then, up in his luxurious room, on the most blessed day of his life, he saw her eyes. She'd opened those beautiful, clear, luminous blue-gray eyes, and he saw her, truly saw her.
He didn't hear ocean waves crashing in the background nor did he feel lightning strike him in wonder, but rather, it had been quiet and peaceful. The most peace and tranquility he'd ever felt in his entire life. Like the world had been spinning crazily on its axis and had just settled in perfect harmony. He felt like a whole, and realized the emptiness that he'd not known to exist was filled, just filled with the perfect balance of her.
And just from those eyes. Those beautiful eyes.
Eyes that once regarded him with love and trust, and now remained averted, and shadowed.
Yea, that time machine would come in real handy right about now.
Day four and half was beginning to get to her.
Serena simply refused to stay cooped up in her room any longer. She'd read about three different books, taken two baths, tidied up the room (that was how freaking bored she was), and sulked outside on the porch, grudgingly admiring the beautiful landscape covered in fresh snow.
She stalked over to the expansive closet and threw open the doors. For a moment she merely gaped in wonder and her "firm" resolve to hate Darien for all time wavered for a moment. Silently she took three steps back and quietly closed the closet doors. She squatted down and buried her face in her hands and counted to ten, shutting her eyes tight. She then let out a sharp breath and straightened her spine. She opened the double doors once more, preparing herself for the impending shock.
Yep. It was still there.
Rows upon rows and columns of shoes. Now Serena prided herself on not being a very materialistic person, but she had her weaknesses too. And all the pretty, preeeeetttyyy shoes just beckoning her forward was very much one of them. The other lay in the large basket, filled to the brim with Godiva chocolate and caramels, candy drops and luscious chocolate covered strawberries.
And not only that, about half of Darien's wardrobe had disappeared, and instead, had been replaced with a lot of designer clothing that looked suspiciously a lot like her size.
Oh god, Darien was such a bastard.
"Hmph! Think you can get away with just a f-few s-s-s-shoes and some clothing and c-chocolate?"
Yes, I think he can.
Oh you shut it!
She threw herself into the closet, painfully ignoring the basket of sin that was just there, smack dab in the middle of the room- er, closet. Serena quickly grabbed the first pair of jeans and shirt that her hands landed on, and quickly hustled her sorely tempted ass out of room of sin, that contained the shoes of sin, and the basket of sin, that had the sinful chocolate.
Sneaky bastard.
At this point, she hadn't even give much thought as to how Darien had even gotten in all that stuff in there. Considering what she'd seen him do so far, she figured getting a bunch of close in the closet was small beans to him.
And not to mention, he's felt you up more than enough times to accurately know your size by now.
Somehow, that thought came a lot more smug than outraged as she had intended.
Quickly donning the clothing, she slowly opened the door, grateful that it opened smoothly and without a sound. Walking out into the empty corridor, she peeked around the frame to see if there were any unwanted butthead vampires (-cough-Darien-cough-) lurking around. Finding the coast clear, she crept down the hall, testing all the doors she could find. All she wanted was something, anything that could get her in contact with the outside world. Even she didn't know how to escape, she at least wanted to let her family know that she was (somewhat) okay. Finally, after about the eleventh door, she found one unlocked room.
It was a study of some sort, and she had a sinking feeling that it belong to a certain someone. The deeply masculine tones and the furniture of the room looked familiar to that of her room.
Psh. Whatever works. She just really hoped that Darien wasn't planning on returning any time soon. She quickly set about searching the room and on the desk. After a few moments of frustration, she finally managed to find a small, sleek cell phone plugged in and charging.
"Success!" she crowed gleefully.
Immediately, she called her apartment, hoping to catch Mina. "Please, please, be home. Please be home. Damnit!" Next, she tried Raye's cell phone, only to angrily press the end button when she got her machine as well. She waited a few moments and tried calling them both again, and when they didn't pick up, left messages telling them the Cliffnotes version of what had happened (although she left out the whole vampire-King-wing-demon thing).
Serena was running out of ideas. She didn't really know who else she could that she could trust. Finally, she remembered Amy. If there's one person intelligent and trustworthy enough to somehow find me, it's Amy. Taking a deep breath, she dialed Amy's number at her office.
"Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick-"
"Hello, this is Amy Wilde."
"Amy! Thank god!"
"Serena? Is that you? What's wrong? What happened? People have been looking for days! Are you okay? Where are you?" Amy rambled on, her tone shocked, yet relieved.
"Stop. Don't worry, I'm okay. Listen, I have a lot of stuff to tell you, but not much time to say it, so listen carefully. A lot of this might sound strange, but you need to come and find me, okay?"
"Shouldn't I get the police or something?"
"I don't think that would do much good. You see, the person who kidnapped me has a lot of power and influence, not to mention a crudload of money. I just need you find where I am first, then try and get the authorities or something."
"What do you mean? You don't know where you are? Who kidnapped you? Wait, you were kidnapped? Serena! Are you sure you're okay?" Amy's voice was incredulous, and probably with good reason. This was a lot to take in at once.
"Okay, Amy shut up for sec, and let me tell you everything. It was after the concert, when-" Suddenly, Serena broke off, a strange and foreign feeling running through her veins, alerting all her senses. She didn't know why she felt it, nor how she knew what it meant, all she knew was that Darien was somewhere close. Not in the room, but probably in the corridor, heading towards her.
"Serena? When what?"
"Shit. I don't have time to explain everything. He's almost here. Just know that I'm unharmed, well-fed, housed, and safe. Just find out where the fuck Darien Shields lives. I think it might be somewhere in New York, but on a wide and open property. Lots of trees and stuff. Please Amy, do that and try to find me."
"What? Shields? You mean the CEO-"
"Yes, yes. I know it's hard to believe but it's the truth. I have to go now. Please Amy. I don't know when I might get another chance to get in contact with you again."
"But, but, Serena…"
"I'm sorry. Bye." Serena quickly shoved the phone back to where it originally was and scrabbled across the room towards the door. The funny feeling was getting stronger, and she could feel it affecting her body. Not so much in a physical, negative way, but more like, she was getting excited to see him, and her body was welcoming his presence.
"Shit-ake Mushrooms. Fudge. Double nuts." By the sounds of his footsteps, Darien was coming towards the office room, and Serena was still trapped. Frantically looking around for a place to hide, she dove behind the large sofa that was in the corner of the room. She held her breath as she heard his footsteps in the room. She heard some papers rustle, some drawers being opened and closed, the scratching of a pen, and finally, the steps of his receding footsteps and the quiet click of the door being closed.
She let down a breath of relief and stood up from her crouching position behind the couch. With a surprising grace, she hoisted herself up and over the couch and lay prone on back on the plush cushions. She closed her eyes and taking a deep breath, could smell a familiar subtle and masculine scent emanating from the couch. Damn him. He's everywhere!
"Well considering it is my house, I figured that I had free reign of the place."
Serena's eyes sprung open and with a shriek, she snapped up, as if hinged at the waist, narrowly missing Darien's head by millimeters.
"Although, it is also now your house, so you really needn't go about hiding behind couches and such," Darien continued in a dry voice. Staring at her beautifully flushed, wide-eyed, open mouth face, he laughed aloud, and tenderly brushed a stray strand of hair curling against her cheek. He gently cupped her chin with his hand and before she could even blink, he swooped in for a quick, playful kiss on her lips. "This is not a prison. You can go wherever you'd like, even my office. No doors will ever be locked to you. The house is full of interesting rooms –and libraries- that I'm sure you'd like to see."
Serena's ears had perked at the word "libraries" (plural!) but she struggled not to show a response on her face. "And the outside gate; is that open too?"
"Of course. The gardens are always beautiful during anytime of the year."
"No, I mean, the entrance gate. Am I permitted to leave your property?"
Silence. "As long as I am with you."
"I see."
Brushing by his body, she stood up and walked away.
"Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up!" Amy chanted into her cell phone, as if her desperate pleas might somehow reach Mina through telepathy. "YES! Mina?"
There was a pause. "No, I'm sorry, but Mina's unable to come to the phone right now. May I take a message?" Amy was momentary taken aback by the deep masculine voice that had answered, the situation called for certain things to be overlooked.
"Um yes. But, do you know when she'll be back? I really need to talk to her."
"She's taking a shower right now, but I'll have her call you back when she's done right away."
"Okay, that's fine." It was on the tip of her tongue to ask who he was and what he was doing there while Mina was taking a shower, but she didn't have time for details. "Well if you could just tell her that Amy called, and that I found Serena, that would be wonderful."
"Yes, of course. I will."
"Thank you! Bye!"
"Goodbye."
Well, whoever, the man was, he sure as hell had a sexy voice. Go Mina!
Staring at Mina's small, bright pink phone, Kunzite registered the new information he had just received. So… They finally found her. This is big news. He contemplated whether or not he should wait till Mina was done with her shower to tell her. He ran his tongue over his teeth.
Mina was really very worried. Even if she was in the middle of a hot, steamy shower… With soap and water running over those beautiful curves… Those long, endless legs… Darkening her hair to spun gold…
She'd want to know right away.
Yeah. She would.
He smiled and walked towards the bathroom door.
Amy finally reached the very edge of Darien Shield's property. His land was large and encompassed most of the area, extending into the forest and over several thousand acres. She had pulled some strings and called in some favors to find his address, and it was no easy task. Shield's was known to be a very private man, and save for a few tabloid pictures with some beautiful woman on his arm, not many records of him were open to the public. Most social events he held were either located in his high-end penthouse apartment in New York City, or in one of his many five-star, luxury hotels.
And now Serena was saying that she was kidnapped by him.
She didn't know Serena to be a liar, and she trusted her with her life, but this was a bit much. Oh well, we'll soon see exactly what's going on. The drive was long and confusing, the roads winding and running deep into the forest. But soon, she could see the top of a large, imposing stone mansion. Although most of the house was hidden behind trees, as she stopped her car in front of great black iron gate, she could tell that the main property was gigantic.
Wrapping her thick coat and scarf around herself more tightly, she stepped out of her car and swung her purse over her shoulder. There was no intercom, no doorbell, no security box. How was she supposed to contact the house?
I just need you find where I am first, then try and get the authorities or something. Serena's whispered and rushed words came to mind.
She doesn't mean that… She wants me to break in, does she? Oh god. I really shouldn't have come alone. Amy rubbed her cold, ungloved hands together and nervously stared up at the tall gate.
"Well now, hello there." A deep and dark sensual voice sent shivers running up and down her body and startled her out of thoughts.
Her heart racing, she spun around, only to come face to face with the most beautiful and gorgeous looking man she'd ever seen.
The mystery man slowly and blatantly looked her up and down, and gave her a wicked and unapologetic smile.
She felt her entire body heat up.
"Hope I didn't scare you. I'm Zoicite Mason." He extended one large, tanned hand amicably and gave her that dangerously sexy, knockout grin.
He had a dimple in his left cheek.
She really shouldn't have come alone.
A/N: Ah! Finally! Done with the 6th chapter! :D Almost 12 pages! A new record. J And we finally meet Zoicite… Our last but not least couple. 3 yay!