A/N: Not mine… well some of it is. I love you guys but would it kill you to give me some feed back? I know that you like the story because I get the e-mails saying that I am on an alert list or favorite list or my story is, but could you please review?
Abelinda's b-day is on October 31st, totally evil, right?
And for those of you that are "Could Life Get Any Worse?" fans, there is a poll on my page about the sequel!
Chapter 9
Abelinda ran as fast as she could through the trees. The deeper she went, the darker it got. She stopped to catch her breath for a moment. CRACK! A twig snapped like something stepped on it. CRACK! Another twig snapped. The sounds came from different sides of her so that meant that there was more than one thing out there. Right? She felt hot breath on the back of her neck and turned around to stare into yellow eyes.
"Hello." Fenrir said, circling her.
Abelinda stood still, frightened to the core. She began trembling and Fenrir stopped walking around her.
"You needn't be afraid, pup." He said, leaning down so that he was closer to her height. He was nearing six foot five while she was five foot one.
"Who says I'm afraid?" she asked, her voice coming out stronger than she would've thought.
He laughed. "I can smell your fear. Regrettably, it's not much, but it's enough."
Abelinda stood up to her full height and looked him in the eye.
"You pride yourself on other people's fear of you?" she asked. "How manly of you."
His grin became wolfish.
"I am very manly. If I was less of a man, I would've hit you for that comment, pup." He said.
"Do not call me pup." She said darkly.
He put his hand on her cheek.
"Are you going to stop me, pup?" he asked.
"You forget whose daughter you are dealing with." She said, bringing her hand up to hold his wrist.
Before he knew it, searing pain as shooting through his arm. He didn't call out, but he jerked his arm out of her grip. Her blue eyes were shining bright and then they dimmed. Her face paled and she hit her knees in the undergrowth of leaves and twigs. Her breathing became labored and her eyes rolled back in her head. Fenrir scooped her up in his arms and ran her back to the mansion. Voldemort met them at the front doors and led Fenrir up to her room. They laid her down on the bed and Voldemort asked Fenrir to tell him what happened. He concluded that she had a power overload, she pushed herself too far. She had never channeled that much energy into one attack. Voldemort left as soon as he was sure she was going to be okay. Fenrir sat on the edge of her bed beside her. Her eyes opened and she laughed.
"How romantic. The man of my dreams waiting by my bedside, waiting for me to awake." She said condescendingly.
"I'll never be far. You're my mate now, and I have to protect you. Everywhere you go, everyone you talk to, I'll know. I'm always with you. Every minute of every day. You belong to me now." He said, trailing his hand across her cheek.
"I belong to no one." She said.
She smacked his hand away and got up. She stood up too quickly though and got dizzy. She was sure she was going to fall when someone pulled her against their chest. Fenrir leaned his lips down to her ear.
"Yes, you do. You belong to me, and I will let nothing happen to you." he whispered, sending shivers down her spine.