TheDarkestShinobi: so what do you think She did to Heath? Hope you all enjoy this chapter!

Chapter start:

My dress was golden, low cut and flowing. There were puffs of fabric on my shoulder and my hair was done up in a bun that was perfectly messy. The shoes on my feet had a small heel and a rounded toe, also gold. There were jewels along my neckline which was low but not revealing and I felt as if I was missing gloves. The long types of gloves that would look great wrapped around a teacup with my pinky out.

The walls were tall and white, columns of stone held the palace up and the carpet beneath my feet was red. I could not help but draw further, and further, chandeliers dangles from the ceiling, tall gothic windows let in the moonlight so I could see. Red drapes covered the top and a golden rope hanging down from it. But that didn't answer the question of where.

"I knew you would come to me again."

There he was.

"You gave me quite a scare you know, disappearing like that." The gentleness in his voice felt warm and calm.

"Where are we?" was the only thing I could think of asking.

"You're safe." Was his response, soft and gentle, it was all he could care about, me.

"In this stone cage?"

That what it was, she was beautiful, in this dress, these shoes. She felt beautiful under his gaze; his eyes took her in as if he would never see her again and yet, as if he would see her all the time. But she couldn't get out or away.

"A cage?" he turned and gestured with his hands, "a palace." I could feel a smile. He felt I belonged in a palace. "It is your dream Aya." He stopped, back towards me, and I watched the muscles dance across his back, easily visible under his white cotton shirt. It was tucked into blue dress pants which tucked into white socks.

"So I could change it, if I wish."

"No." He shrugged, "but we could leave, or you could leave" he turned back to me. "If you wish."

I should. I didn't.

I walked closer, the dress wide and perfect, my heels making the softest of clinks and he was entranced. I've never felt more beautiful as I did there, under the gaze of a man I knew nothing of. I only knew that he loved me.

And oh, what a wonderful thing to know.

"Will I see you every night?"

"Dare I say you sound hopeful?" I don't know, but he did. "Come here, my Beauty."

I did.

His hand covered the entire side of my face; both of them could completely entrap my head. Yet, I couldn't help but smile. He caressed my side while looking down at me. He was so tall, so masculine; still his touch was gentle against my skin, his thumbs were rough.

Heath's hands were rough from his job. He would always touch me gently before he touched me roughly. But this, this was always light, even as he moved down from my face and my neck. I could feel the warmth rush to my face as he moved the fabric from my left shoulder and placed a gentle kiss there. I shivered and he chuckled. I felt his mirth as if we were imprinted. He trailed his fingers gently down my arm until our fingers intertwined.

"Come Aya, show me the palace of your dreams,"

I showed the palace of my dreams to the man of my dreams.

.

I have made it so that she will never be able to resist him

He jolted forward, ran a hand through his hair. He was panting and sweating, but it was a cold sweat. He was too hot, yet too cold. His sweaty chest heaved in the night, moonlight making him glow surreally. His eyes were now red, and they glowed in the night. He tossed his cover aside and stepped off the bed. He could see everything in his room from the moonlight.

I am not your goddess, but I will become yours now

His head jerked, left. Right. He panted crossing his arms over his bare chest the skin tightening and loosening as if it no longer belonged there. His blonde hair was wild. His teeth clattering as he shook.

No. He is mine.

Eyes closed in pain, open in shock. His nails dug into his flesh as he shook. The floor met him. His knees stung as his blood burned. It raced through his veins, tiny needles stabbing him from the inside. His toes clenched against the wood of the floor.

You cannot have him.

Black.

Limply, he fell. There was no scream despite the fact that he felt it trying to force itself out since he woke, not sure which pain was worse. He didn't move after he fell.

The moon set.

The sun rose and as it reigned over the sky, black and red marks sprung from Heaths arms.

.

She shivered and he wrapped an arm around her.

I shivered and he wrapped an arm around me.

It was an odd feeling, being treated like a princess. I never wanted to leave here, or his side, again.

Pain. I dropped to my knees.

A scream ripped from my throat.

Heath. Heath is in pain. He must be. I let out another wail as I heard him growl. My arms cradles over my stomach and my marks burned. He roared.

He cursed my Goddess. He cursed whatever creature had to cause me pain, dared to cause me pain.

"Do it now." He dropped to his knees in front of me. I looked up at him and he wiped tears from my face. I shook. He held me together.

"Reject Nyx now and the pain will stop. I promise, oh I promise." His arms around me and they squeezed.

reject Nyx

Reject Nyx.

Heath. Is she why he's in pain? How could she?

"Please Aya, don't let her hurt us anymore."

Agony ripped from my throat and I knew what I had to do.

Rejecting Nyx would stop the pain and sever my imprint. Heath would be in pain, we would be alone. He would get over it, over me, and I would be free to be with the man of my dreams. There would be no more bond between Heath and I, I would be free of my responsibilities, and everyone in the House of Night. He was here, he would catch me.

"Reject Nyx, Aya, please." He begged me. On his knees. Flashbacks. Erik. Heath.

I pushed away. It was hard, but I pushed away. Heath was fresh in my mind. His pain. I screamed for him. My dream.

Me, I'm in control.

Door. I need a door.

"Aya, NO!"

Me. I needed to be there for Heath. I raised my hands and there was a large wooden door. I ran. Golden shoe left behind. I kicked the second off. I used both hands to shove the door.

No! It wouldn't move. Suddenly there was a body behind me. I looked up to see his hand higher than mine on the door, his face heartbroken, resigned. He pushed and the door gave way. I stumbled and hit the floor.

The pain didn't fade, even as I opened my eyes to the start of a sunset. I coughed and the man at the end of my bed reached over to help me up.

Servant of Neferet? Hide the pain. Zoey, be strong.

"You were screaming." He said, as if it was an excuse to come into my room.

"Who are you?" I hissed out and he looked down,

"Neferet sent me to keep an eye on you, she said you weren't doing so well in classes and was having trouble." He didn't go on, he didn't need to.

"Just a really bad dream." That itself could be too much information but it was the only thing I could think of.

"You can go now."

"Actually, she said I wasn't allowed to leave you alone…" he trailed off. Neferet does not get to dictate my life. I tried to walk past and he stepped in front of me. "Sorry."

I prayed to Nyx for this to be easy, and I wasn't surprised when it wasn't.

Heath had tried to teach me how to wrestle once. It didn't work. I didn't even find it sexy to wrestle with him, I always ended up hurt. He tried to tell me I needed to know how to defend myself if the need arose. I still didn't want to wrestle with him, instead I asked him if he had a surefire way to hurt someone enough to get away.

I jammed my palm into the bottom of his nose and he cursed. Nala hissed and ran towards him, she didn't do much but trip him before running down the hall. It didn't matter, that was all I needed. I needed to see Heath, now.

I felt resolve.

I felt strength.

I tried to send him courage as I ran down the hall trying to get out before the early risers got up for food.