Okay, here I am again with another chapter. It's going to be short, so sorry about that. But I have 3 more stories to work on. But, I promise the next chapter will be much longer! Anyway,
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Chapter 3: Scared of the Dark
--Zero's P.O.V.--
I slightly gulped as Anamane pressed the blade tighter to my throat, and then I smiled at her. She furrowed her brows in confusion at me a moment. I quickly turned the tables on her. I grabbed her wrist; the one with the knife pressed to my throat and spun her around, so that I had her pinned against the wall.
She struggled, but couldn't get herself out of my grip. I held her wrists above her head, dangling her grandfather's dagger in her face. Sure, it was probably rude, but it had just been pressed to my throat a few moments before. I felt the need to taunt her a bit. But, then I just threw it on the bed, deciding of another way I could taunt her.
"So, Anamane. You like me?" I asked, leaning down and brushing her skin with my hot breath. She squirmed a bit, and I heard a muttered, "Yes."
I smirked. Good, now all I had to do was figure out where I could take her so that she could be safe from the police. Suddenly she leaned into me, and pressed her lips to mine. This time, I responded, and pressed my lips more firmly to hers. I could feel the moan in her throat make it's way to her mouth. I smirked.
Letting go of her wrists, I bucked my hips against her and gasped along with her at the sensations that had gone through me.
She tightened her arms around my neck, and she nipped my bottom lip, producing a moan from me. And then, I felt a sharp pain in my lower stomach.
Looking down I saw that she had just brought her knee up and slammed it into me. Trying to catch my breath, I looked behind me to where she now stood, picking up the dagger I had carelessly thrown on the bed as our "session" had began.
"Don't ever think that you can trick me using sex. It will never work," she said, standing up and making her look more womanly in my clothes than before. My shirt lay askew on her body, bringing out her curves to the fullest. My mouth watered just thinking of what she could do to me.
"Now, are you going to go willingly, or am I gonna have to make you?" She asked, taking a sexy, menacing step forward. I was about to answer her, but a knock on the door came. I sighed. It never failed for someone to ruin my good time, I thought, glancing out of the widow to the right of me.
"Shit," I muttered, taking Anamane's hand and dragging her down the hall, into my room, to an opening in the floor of my bedroom.
"What?" she demanded, planting her feet in the floor before taking another step. I sighed, and looked to her.
"The American police are at my door, and this is our only way of escape right now. Now," I said, pulling back the rug that hit the door. "I want you to go down there and wait for me, okay?"
"Are you crazy!? Wait for you down there in the dark alone!?" She shouted, as another knock on the door came.
"Yes," I hissed, frantic for her to get out of harms way. What could I say? I had taking a liking to her and did not want to see her get hurt. I wanted to see if she really meant kissing me the way she had. She crossed her arms and stared at me, probably wishing that I would drop dead.
"Are you afraid of the dark or something?" I asked, glancing back to the door every now and then.
She said nothing and stared at the floor. Great. Way to go genius, I thought. She really is scared of the dark, and I just made it worse by mocking her. I sighed, and walked in front of her. I took her chin in my hand and lifted her face to mine. She was biting her lip to keep from crying.
"I'm sorry, Anamane-chan. I didn't know. Please, wait for me down there. I will only take a few moments. I need to gather some things we might need."
She nodded, and I brought my lips to hers in a tender kiss of reassurance. She smiled, clutched her grandfather's dagger, and went into the tunnel.
--Anamane's P.O.V—
I smiled at the way Zero had kissed me, and the way that he had added chan to my name. He can't really like me thought, I told myself. No man ever really liked me. They were always after something I had. I felt around in the dark tunnel, trying to find some source of light, but I found nothing. Sighing, and almost sobbing, I sat down on the ground, and the memories flew back at me.
--Flashback—
"Daddy, no! I don't like the dark! Can't you at least light a candle?' I asked, sobbing. A hand connected hard with my right cheek, and I cried out.
"No, you stupid girl. Men like it in the dark better. Now, all you have to do is whatever the men tell you, and then you will get a treat, okay, princess?"
I nodded. What else could I do? I was only ten years old, living with my father. I had no mother, because she had died giving birth to me. My father was a loving one; at least that is what I kept telling myself. But he just seemed to use me. What the men did, he would sometimes do himself, saying that he just need relief. My thoughts stopped as a big, hairy man stepped into the room. How did I know what he looked like without light?
My father would tell me what they looked liked, and what they preferred before the men would enter the "chamber", my father called it. All it was was a bare room with a washing basin, a dresser, and a huge canopy bed, that was covered in soft red silk. I had a window, but it was boarded up, because my father said he didn't want the sun to damage my beautifully flawless skin.
I gulped as the man stepped forward, pressing his weight on the bed. He hovered over me, and I could tell he was naked, because his flesh was hot, and I could feel him position himself above me, near my opening. It hurt every time a man entered me. But I said nothing, knowing my father would beat me if I did. So, I just lie there, emotionless most of the time. Unless the men wanted to hear me scream, which I hated doing the most. And unfortunately, this was one of those men.
"Yeah, baby. Come on. You must scream for me. Uh," the man groaned, and I turned my head in disgust. I should be used to this by now, but it was still disgusting to hear them talk like that.
"Yeah, there! Harder!" I shouted, already knowing what he wanted me to say. He thrust a few more times, giving me sloppy kissed every now and then. Then I could feel fluid run down my leg, and he got off of me, and I could tell he was smirking. After he got dressed, he leaned down and kissed my lips hard, biting them and making me bleed as he did so.
"Damn, I think I will come back and have you again, my sweet," he muttered before he left. I shivered, knowing that he would come back.
But, thankfully I never had to see Davien again. My grandfather found out what my father had been doing, and took me away from him. He had him arrested and I went to live with my grandfather in the United States.
--End Flashback--
I whimpered as the memory of Davien played in my head, then light shined above me, making me squint at it's brightness. I saw Zero standing there with a backpack and a long sword. He smiled at me and motioned for me to step back, which I did. He threw his stuff down and climbed down himself. He pulled out something from his pack and gave it to me before closing the tunnel door.
He grabbed my hand and clicked on the thing that he had given me. It was a flashlight! I looked to him and smiled.
"Couldn't let you be scared when we're running for our lives, can I?"
I was too happy for words. So instead, I kissed him like I had never kissed a man before. I heard him groan a bit, and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling us closer together. I could feel other men's hand from the past on me and I pulled back, but still managed to smile at him. I leaned up to his ear and whispered, "Thank you, Zero." I saw him shiver, and he replied, "No problem."
He grabbed my hand and the flashlight, pulling me towards the darkened tunnel.
"Where does this lead anyway?" I asked, trying to distract myself of the warm feeling of Zero's hand being on mine.
"You will just have to wait and see," he said, as we headed farther down into the dark tunnel.
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A/N: Okay, there is that. Please tell me what you think in a review! I know, kinda a crude scene in the flashback, but hey, she had a horrible past.
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