Upon leaving the abandoned Fortuna Church,
we had spent the majority of the night wandering throughout the city in silence, he did not speak to me to ask where I was taking him, or let alone even look at me. I walked at his side for hours in silence, only the sounds of the night giving me company. I thought of taking him to a motel and leaving him there, but he would no doubt never let me leave since I said I would obey him. So the only other option was to take him home with me…besides…I didn't have a weekly paycheck so lodging at a motel would kill my wallet. Which I would hear endless crap from my colleges for…if they asked where my contribution to the shop went. So the motel idea was more then out the window.
I let out a deep sigh of irritation, before turning down a side street that lead off the main roads and into a nicely wooded area. I could feel his eyes on me, giving me a speculative look as we walked down the dirt path. Keeping to the silence, I crossed my arms over my chest, letting my mind mull over the nights events as I held down the urge to growl at myself for ever walking into Fortuna Church. Every Hunter knew to stay the hell away from that place, never go near it, told over and over how dangerous it was. It had been the epicenter of the attack on the city…and what did I do?
"…I walked right into it like an idiot." I mumbled like a moron, my thoughts becoming clouding with my anger as I picked up my pace, biting my lower lip to hold down the urge to let out an enraged scream of frustration. My mother had warned me of that place when I was little…urging me to never venture there and I broke my promise to her. The one piece of her I had left…had been shattered… by her own daughter..
My thoughts clouded and being emotional were never a good thing at the same time, for I would not doubt lose sight of what I was doing and the inevitable would happen. And it did…
I lost my footing, not seeing the rock that always tripped me up when I was little, the toe of my boot caught on the rock as it always did and I quickly closed my eyes and braced myself as I let out a cry of surprise. But this time I didn't hit the ground, I felt something cut through the air and grab the back of my shirt. It caught me off guard, normally I would be face down in the dirt right now, but when I opened my eyes, I was more than astonished to see that I was mere inches from the ground, only the tip of my nose touching a jagged rock. I gulped in thanks, before looking over my shoulder and to my surprise, there stood the male, his hand fisted into the back of my shirt, as he growled low in irritation.
"If you are going to be in servitude to me…then you will learn proper balance and know your surroundings. I will not have someone dim-witted serving me. Is that clear?" He growled out as his eyes narrowed fiercely, yet again his words sent a powerful chill down my spine, before I nodded. He sighed as he yanked my shirt up, causing me to fly up into a standing position beside him as my eyes widened. He turned his face away from
me as he growled low, the growl sounding like a warning.
"Fix your shirt girl…I won't have you walking around like a tart." His said, his voice sounding far colder than it had when I first met him. I didn't understand, before I felt a rather warm breeze on my chest. I blinked in utter confusion before I looked down, going wide eyed as my eye began to twitch, ignoring the normal and strong urge to scream and bludgeon, and I quickly closed my shirt and continued walking as I mumbled under my breath as he followed behind.
As I walked down the long path, I could feel him glaring at the back of my head, doing my best to ignore him, I strode up to the front path to my house, taking a moment to stop and stare up at the wonder it was. My eyes softened, all irritation quickly leaving my body as my eyes flitted over the old Victorian house. It was a marvel, land owners had begged me to sell the house, but I refused. This was my family home and it would remain so until I died and when that came to pass…it would burn up in flames. It would die with me.
I shook off that dark feeling, before I walked up to the front steps, shivering when they creaked under my booted feet. I heard a far more defining creak when he walked up the steps, it was probably due to his size and the amount of muscle he had on that body. I turned to look at the stairs, thankful that they weren't showing any signs of buckling. I sighed and looked up at him as I gave him a rather stern look.
"If you're going to be staying here, you will stay out of my room. You will show my possessions respect and you will show this house respect. This is the only thing I will defy you on. If you have a problem with that, then by all means…find someone else to live with." I turned my back on him, earning a sudden and sharp growl as I was pinned against the oak door, wincing in pain as he twisted my arm up against my back.
"What did I say about back talking and turning your back on me girl? I will not have it." He whispered the words into my ear as I tremble before he leaned closer, I could feel his cold breath on my ear, and it sent a deep shiver throughout my body as I gulped. "What should you be doing girl?" He said through clenched teeth as I shivered once more, I could hear the order within his words and it gave me a good idea on what he would do if I didn't apologize.
But I growled and shook my head, turning my head enough so I could look at him out of the corner of my eye fury blazed within their depths. "I don't care what you do to me…torture me…kill me if you have to, but this is something I care about. This is my family's house…you hurt this…and you will regret it." Though my voice was shaken with emotion, my words obviously touched some sort of nerve, because he let me go. I rubbed my arm, keeping my back to him before I sighed and turned to face him, not as soon as I did so, his arm shot out and he smacked me across the face. The action nearly broke my neck, his hand was far harder than I had originally thought to be possible. I was surprised to see that I was still standing, a surprised look crossed my face as I looked up at him, irritation in his eyes as he wiped my blood from his fingers.
"You will not look at me with those eyes. Continue this brazen behavior and you will not like the outcome." He growled as glared at me, I shivered and felt my will slip again, quickly looking away as I nodded. I let out a shaky sigh as I turned and walked into the house, he followed behind in silence as I trembled.
"Where are your facilities?" He said, his words barely a whisper before I blinked and looked up at him, seeing that he needed more than just a mild scrub down. "It's upstairs and it's the third door on the right. Take as much time as you need." I said as I removed my coat, keeping my eyes on him as he walked up the stairs, his footsteps barely audible to the untrained ear. I stood at the end of the stair well, waiting to hear the sound of the bathroom door, before relaxing when I heard the familiar click.
I shook my head as I set my coat on the hook, doing the same with his coat as I sighed. It had been more of a long ass day and I was looking forward to showering and taking a much needed rest. I walked to the other side of the house to the extra bathroom, letting out a heavy breath I didn't know I'd been holding in, before I leaned against the door, rubbing my eyes in an attempt to rub away the day's stresses. When it grew to be useless, I straightened and walked over to the shower, turning it on as I sighed happily. I quickly stripped out of my boots, socks and clothing, getting into the shower and as soon as the hot water hit my skin, I let out a happy moan. The warm water massaged my aching and stressed muscles as I silently washed my body and hair, freeing it from the dirt and blood that had encased it for the day. I stood under the stream of hot water after I was washed, feeling my stomach lurch as I grit my teeth. I shook my head as I fought the urge, feeling my stomach lurch more and more each time before I finally gave in. I feel to my knees in the shower, letting out a weak sigh before I hugged my stomach…the sudden action making my stomach lurch yet again, only this time I found myself throwing up a thick and heavy amount of blood down the drain. I could only stare in utter horror as I got sick over and over again, my body shaking for longs minutes as tears spilled down my cheeks.
When I was sure I couldn't get sick anymore, I slumped against the side of the shower, shuddering in as the pain tore away at my stomach. I whimpered before I looked down at my sex, seeing that blood had begun to leak out of there as well. I bowed my head as I bit hard into my lower lip, doing my damndest not to cry out in despair. I bowed my head as I coughed up a small amount of blood, just sitting there as it trickled down my chin, I sat there for a good while in silence, my hair hiding my eyes as I hugged myself.
"…This is my penance for my crimes…" I silently told myself, before forcing myself to stand, ignoring the agonizing pain as I quickly cleaned myself up, forcing my body to stop bleeding before I shut the shower off and got out to dry off. I dried off as I stared in the mirror at my pale face, seeing my cheeks were slightly pushed in and my eyes had dark rings around them. It would not be too much longer before my body fully gave in and I would not be able to even leave my bed.
I grabbed my mouth wash, quickly taking a mouthful, swishing out my mouth with the tingling liquid to rid myself of the smell of blood before I spat it out into the sink, shuddering at the taste. Nothing was worse then the taste of mouth wash. I then shuddered as I wrapped a towel around my body, quickly unlocking and opening the bathroom door, before I peeked out, still hearing the shower upstairs before I sighed. I saw no reason to run for it if he was still showering, no doubt he needed it after whatever he went through.
I calmly walked out of the bathroom, silently walking upstairs as I tried to keep my body from losing control again, I hugged the towel closer to my body as I growled, doing my best to keep in control. Just as soon as I reached out grabbed the door handle to my bedroom, I felt a rush of sudden rush of heat hit my back as the bathroom door swung open, I arched an eyebrow before I looked over my shoulder, instantly regretting it when I was him. The cold male stood there in the bathroom doorway, clad in nothing but a large towel around his waist. My eyes seemed to bulge out of their head as my cheeks flushed, I couldn't help but watch each and every drop of water trickle down his muscled chest. I jolted, at the sound of him clearing his voice to gain my attention, quickly I composed myself and turned to face him, giving him a rather annoyed look as he glared back at me.
"Girl…where are my garments? I expected you to have gotten them and have been waiting in front of this door." He growled the words out at me as my eye began to twitch, I did my best to push down my anger but his words yanked at every ounce of control I had. I turned to face him and did what I did best, stupidly acted before I thought things through. I narrowed my eyes viciously as I took a dominant stance as I let out a low feral growl, making his eyes blaze a deep midnight blue.
"Listen here you stupid son of a bitch…I said I would obey…and do what you say…but have a little fucking respect or I'm going to show you just where you can shove those orders of yours!" As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt a rush of exhilaration flow throughout my body as I watched his eyes turn from a deep and chilling midnight blue to oddly a bright crystal cerulean, the color was radiant it sparked something deep inside my person. Before I knew what I had done, he vanished before my very eyes, reappearing in front of me, which made my eyes nearly bulge out of my head as I gasped in shock, slamming his hand into the wall just above my head, he slowly leaned down as a low and threatening growl rumbled up from his massive chest. I jolted as he cocked his head, giving me a more then threatening look as his eyes blazed a bright blue.
My breathing increased as I looked up at him, my eyes blazed with excitement as I ran my tongue over my lower lip, my eyes begging him for a fight as he leaned closer, running a clawed hand over my cheek as if to try and scare me. I growled and sank my fangs into his finger, earning a vicious glare as he growled and quickly turned his finger up, curling them into the roof of my mouth as my eyes widened.
"If you wish to have something to bite, then perhaps biting something with claws is not in your best interest." He said with a malice and smug filled voice, before his claw pierced the roof of my mouth, my eyes snapped wide open as I let out a ragged whimper, blood gushed out of my mouth and down my chin, splattering onto my chest. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I trembled, I removed my fangs from his fingers as I met his piercing gaze, seeing he was not playing around.
"Do you only listen when someone gives you pain girl?" He said with an odd inflection in his voice, before he yanked his fingers out of my mouth, making me hit my knees as I coughed up blood, I trembled in pain as the wounds slowly began to close just enough to stop bleeding, before I felt him kick me hard in the side, I slide up against a wall as I cried out, my stomach lurched as my eyes widened. Doing my best to keep from getting sick, I turned my face from his view, trying my best to hide the nausea.
"Girl…do not turn your face from me now, you dared to injure me…I wish to see the pain on your face." He growled out, before he squatted down, his eyes narrowed as he grabbed my chin, making me look at him, before he growled and pulled back. "I've not injured you that badly, you shouldn't look as though you are dying. Now stand, and find me something suitable to wear."
I weakly nodded, ignoring the ever growing pain in my stomach before I slowly stood up, the towel slowly slipping down my breasts. I didn't care, all of my focus was on not getting sick. I pushed that feeling away as my body trembled in agony. Keeping my head bowed, I walked past him, staggering into my bedroom as he followed behind me. He seemed to be inspecting my movements, so I did my best to avoid all signs that something worse was wrong. I pushed past the pain and made my way over to the my closet, digging through it as I growled before sighing as I pulled out a short sleeved black t shirt, a pair of black leather pants, a long black leather trench coat and a pair of black boots. I set them down on the bed, keeping my back to him as I trembled.
"Make do with that…it's all I have." I weakly walked back to the closet, pulling out something for myself to wear as my stomach lurched again, my body slowly winning the battle. I tried to resist the pain, doing my best to busy myself, but it seemed that no matter what I did, the pain only increased. He must have struck a pressure point, because the pain kept nagging at my person.
"It is decent…enough." He growled out, before my mind suddenly went blank of all pain when I heard the towel he was wearing hit the ground, my cheeks quickly flushed a dark crimson as I gulped before I found myself looking over my shoulder at him, nearly groaning at the sight. His back was to me as he pulled up the leather pants, his back was beautiful, the muscles shifting with every movement. I was actually getting lost in his movements. It was when I heard him growl in disapproval before I quickly snapped out of my reverie and went back to looking for something to wear, keeping myself busy with trying to find something to wear as he finished dressing.
I grabbed a pair of black leather pants, a simple low cut purple top, one of my many long deep purple trench coats, and matching set of purple and black underwear. A rather bold thought crossed my mind as I stood there, before I suddenly let the towel slide down my body, baring it to the cool air of the room with a sigh. I wouldn't be here very much longer anyways…so what was the point of modesty? I shrugged away the feeling as I slipped on my underwear, ensuring their fit properly before slipping on my bra with a ragged whimper. But as I stood there getting dressed…I could feel him looking at me. Perhaps he was looking at the deep lashes in my wrists and arms from the cord he had cruelly tied onto me, or might it be the bruises that littered my skin from that coat of his? I didn't really care to know. I brushed off the feeling of him watching me before I slipped on my pants. But no sooner were my pants on, did I feel the coolness of his presence behind me. It chilled me to my core, making me look over my shoulder at him.
"Is there something I can help you with?" I growled out, before I felt the tips of his fingers touch one of the many bruises that littered my back. I inwardly winced, resisting the urge to coil in on myself and cry out in agony. I merely stood there, letting him run his fingers up and down my bruised skin before he cocked his head, his breath tickling my neck as he spoke.
"If I'm to have you as my servant...you must show me all of your injuries afterwards. I cannot have you flitting about with such wounds tainting your skin. It would not do me well to keep the company of an injured servant." He said, his voice oddly soft before I spun around, attempting to smack him across the face, but he was far quicker then I at the moment. He caught my wrist in his hold, his eyes narrowed as he looked down at me.
I tried to yank my hand out of his, but he saw none of it, leaning close as he ran his hand down my bruised spine, making me cry out lightly as I leaned closer to him to get away from his fingers, but he only pressed harder into the wounds until I was pressed against his body. I hadn't a clue as to why he was doing this. But as soon as my forehead rested against his chest, I felt a deep cooling sensation sinking into the bruises on my back, I cried out at the sudden rush of cold. It was then that I knew just what he was doing…he appeared to be healing my wounds. What reason did he have to do such a thing?! And as if he read my mind…he spoke…his words calm…yet kind.
"If you gain any injuries…you will come to me and I will mend them. I will not have my servant laid up in bed because of a wound. I've no use for the broken. Is that clear girl?" He said, this time his words didn't cut into me, they weren't an order or a vicious request…it appeared that they were…quite earnest.
My eyes narrowed before I sighed and nodded silently. "Yes Sir." My words were as bitter as his for that brief second, before I managed to pull out of his hold, slipping on my shirt as I growled low in irritation. He had no right to heal me after everything he had done, yet I found myself wondering briefly if he would be able to heal… No. I shook my head and slipped on my trench coat, giving him a rather cold glare.
"I have to run out to get my wages from my asshole boss, then I'll run and get some food for you. Please stay here and out of trouble." I quickly slipped on my boots before I brushed past him, his voice found my ears then, making me stop dead in my tracks as the air rushed out of my lungs. I looked over my shoulder at him as my eyes widened. He kept his back to me as the words echoed in my mind.
"You'd best come back in one piece girl." He growled out, his words filled with a commanding order that sent a rush all over my body, before I nodded, quickly walking out of the room as I shuddered. I had heard similar words from someone every single time I went out on my missions. I shook my head as I picked up my guns and holsters on the way out. Quickly, I secured it around my waist as I walked out of the house, leaving him alone in silence.
I heaved out a sigh as my cheeks flushed, I tried to ignore the attraction I felt for this male, shaking away the womanly feelings as I growled. I didn't have time for this bullshit. I had to finish what I started before my time ran out. I stuffed my hands into my pockets, feeling the weight of my guns as their holsters tapped against my hips with every stride I took. I could feel my trigger fingers aching, I yearned to finish what I had set out on ten years ago. But now everything that I'd been working so hard to achieve seemed so far out of my reach…all because of that…that male. I did not wish to spend what little time I had being servant girl to some beast of a man. No…that wasn't right…he wasn't a beast…he was something far more sinister. But it was like I my mind was avoiding what he was out of better judgment for my soul…not that I had one to begin with. Yeah that was something I wanted to remember…the fact that I didn't have a soul…
"Damn it…I don't want to remember that at a time like this." I said with a grief filled voice, slowly coming to a stop as the pain in my chest seemed to suddenly intensify to an almost unbearable level. I tilted my head back, looking up into the night sky, watching the clouds slowly roll by as a sob rose in my throat. Damn my stupid memory…I didn't want to go back to that time…but here I was…slowly remembering that fateful day. The very day that my entire world came crashing down in a flaming and bloody wreck…
I leaned against the nearest lamp post, crossing my arms over my chest as I readied myself for the all too inevitable, I let my eyes drift shut, letting my mind torture me yet again while my heart lay chained, only to further writhe in constant agony at the memory. "Let the torture begin.." I growled out shakily, feeling my heart skip a beat as the memory began to slowly flow back to me as my hands began to shake. I allowed myself to tap into the hidden power within me, gritting my teeth as I willed myself to lower my barriers.
My eyes suddenly flew open, glowing a deep black and crimson, a small pulse of power rushing out around me as steam began to rise off of my body, the leather on my shoulders began to bubble from the intense heat my body was generating. I ran my tongue over my lower lip as blood trickled out of my nose, letting this amount of power out was never a good thing…it would no doubt shorten my already limited time and I was already in captive to some jackass. But I had to remember again…I had to…I had to see her...had to see my mother.