AN: I went a little haywire with this one, told myself that I would keep chapters at around 5k words, this one is six, oops, oh well.
*Thank you again to everyone who reviewed, (Hasu-Valmar-Ana-Ariel-Angel-Sarc) you make me so happy I could cry, except that my heart is cold and I only cry when people die. This story is definitely winning all of my attention, I even started writing a chapter for my other story and got bored when I wanted to continue this one.
I hate editing. I'm sorry, but it's true. Even for my Finals I didn't edit the first draft much because I didn't want to read through the papers again. I apologize for mega mistakes and embarrassing flaws, I read a paragraph from the last chapter and laugh/sobbed at myself for so many misspelled words (I kept writing next instead of neck).
Anyway, hope you like it.
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Chapter Three
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Two things had been stuck in Eric's mind since training the transfers earlier that day, both of them were about that damned red head named Reeve. He couldn't stop seeing her smirking at the fact that he had been beaten by Four at one point in his life, she'd looked smug and curious about what they were saying to each other. As if it had anything to do with her. Then there was the bloody smile she'd made during her fight, it had made the other initiates around him bristle slightly at the sight, it looked like she was enjoying it. Then as soon as the fight was over she was back to her regular boring self, with her ever bland expression staring at her name of the ranking board.
What was even more vexing was the red headed girl in front of him, the same girl and yet she now looked so very different than she had just a few hours earlier. Her strange mismatched eyes demanded to be seen with her new haircut, making them all the more alluring, people would definitely get stuck in their stare.
As soon as he started to glare down at her form in slight confusion she let her eyes harden as well, staring up at him defiantly, but with the same air of indifference as always. With their difference in height Eric could easily look over her head, which made her want to snarl at how short she was. Collin hadn't been much taller than her, but it always made the girl angry when he implied that she couldn't do anything for herself due to her height. But Eric wasn't thinking about how helpless she was after the fight earlier; this little spitfire had an edge now, a blistering gaze to hold her enemies in until she moved to strike.
He could see the smooth skin of her neck exposed for everyone to see, the pale color of her flesh was pure of any discoloration making his mouth water. He could see himself flattening Reeve against the rocky wall with his body and latching his mouth onto her neck, sucking and biting until a darker color rose to the surface of that innocent skin. Marking her with something that everyone would be able to see now that she was showing anyone who wanted to look how alluring she was, the discoloration would show her as his.
"Can you let go of my shoulder?" She questioned in a bored voice.
It broke Eric from his thoughts suddenly; tearing him back to reality and making him remember that Reeve was enraging to deal with, even if her appearance had changed for the better. This was the same person that only seemed to react at other people's pain; he scolded himself for such thoughts. Yet he couldn't help his eyes from straying back to her milky white neck, just one mark, and that would be enough to satisfy him.
"Do you know how easy it would be for me to throw you over the edge? No one would question a leader," he growled ripping his gaze away from her neck to look back into her eyes. She stared at him with a cloudy look in her eyes, as if she was imagining her death scene if that really were to happen. Eric found himself watching her lips as she spoke.
"At least I would die right away," she answered letting small traces of a smile show on her face.
Eric snarled before pushing past her in the direction he had been going in earlier, he'd let some lowly transfer plague his mind with annoying thoughts. If only she hadn't cut her hair, the girl behind him looked much more mature than she had earlier. Her skinny body had been strong against him, only fueling his anger, how could someone so lithe and seemingly so defenseless rile him up this much? Even as he trudged away from her, doing his best to wipe her from his mind, all thoughts of Reeve couldn't be sated.
Behind him said girl frowned at his retreating form before going in her original direction towards the tattoo parlor where he friends were burning black designs into their skin. The place was darker than the haircutting place had been, with smoky red lights. Black patterns and pictures were hanging all around the area on yellow glass, she recognized Al as he was still looking through someone that would match him perfectly. Christina saw her first as she was getting one done on her upper arm, in a place where she could hide it against her body if needed be.
The dark skinned girl let her expression falter when she saw Reeve walking towards her, unsure of whether or not she knew the person until looking into her eyes.
"What the hell?" She exclaimed looking at Reeve in shock. In response to her the red head simply smirked, an expression that only commented her new appearance as Al came over to see what was wrong. "You look like a different person," she said still trying to find Reeve's old look in her new one.
"Who does?" Al questioned glancing over at Reeve once. He looked back again after seeing the grey and green eyes, his eyebrows rising in surprise when finding out that he did in fact know the person in front of them. "Reeve?"
"No, it's Peter," she grinned at them. To get such a response out of everyone was exciting, even Eric had looked like he was struggling through his own thoughts when they had met earlier.
"You look awesome," Al muttered trying not to stare too much.
It was something that Reeve wasn't used to, all the looks that came with getting a new look, it bothered her slightly. Before everyone would glance at her and perhaps not notice her eyes before disregarding her completely, but with just the two people in front of her. It appeared that she would have to get used to people looking at her from now on. Even Eric had made her want to squirm in his grip, there was something about the look in his eyes that gave her the urge to run away, as if something dangerous was about to happen. But she had ignored such thoughts, nothing had happened in the long run so it would have been unnecessary to follow such random instincts.
When Tris and Will saw, their reactions was much of the same, it was agreed that for now her hair cut was Dauntless enough. Mostly because they didn't have time to wait for her and Reeve wanted to go to sleep for the night, besides she didn't know what she wanted to get on her skin that would stay there forever anyway. If anything Will was even more annoying than he had been before and Reeve wished he would just treat her like he treated Christina and Tris, one question, a few snide fact driven remarks. Then done, nothing else from him for a little while, but no, for some reason he decided to bug her and ask worthless questions.
The next morning Tris was up early, Reeve roused awake slightly when the girl passed her bed quietly; perhaps it was the wakeup call that had been Tris near the bottom that got her wanting to improve. Either way Reeve couldn't go back to sleep now that she was already awake, so she pulled herself into a sitting position slowly and followed Tris out after about ten minutes. If she was going to train to improve herself and get better, Reeve might as well do the same thing, at least then they could give each other pointers on how to improve.
The first thing to get better at was stamina, Reeve ran out of juice too quickly and couldn't keep up in a long run or perhaps a long fight, and there was always room for her to be faster. Every morning Tris woke up early to train, usually she worked on the punching bag trying to improve her hits, Reeve woke up to run. Mostly she would sprint from one end of the room to the other, but sometimes she wouldn't stop jogging for an hour or more.
Now when they ran she was at the front of the pack with Four, her breathing had gotten steadier and her punches had gotten faster and more calculated. Now she knew how to tire the other person out without having to do much, as long as she dodged their powerful punches she could use their own force against themselves to bring them down. She and Tris improved together, and though they didn't speak very much to each other during that time alone in the mornings there was a bond that began to grow between the two of them.
Tris was twenty sixth now, while Reeve sat at a comfortable fifteenth. Although she had greatly improved in the area of quick strikes, and stamina Reeve failed to realize something important. Eric had been watching her, at first her eyes had followed him, curious as to who the leader was and eager to grin at his demise. But ever since she'd been waking up early to train her mind was elsewhere, focusing on how she could do better and not at all worried about the man who stared at her from across the room. His eyes followed her form, much to his dismay; he couldn't get his mind off thinking about the vixen in front of him.
She'd gotten faster, her lithe form packed on a bit more muscle than the last time they had ran into each other, he wondered slightly if her shoulder would feel as weak as it had been before. He watched her run sometimes, the way her hair flicked past her eyes and the steady way in which she controlled her breathing. He couldn't get the transfer out of his mind and it was starting to make him insane, her cool gaze that sometimes glanced his way wasn't enough to satisfy his want for her expressionless face. What made him even more angry was how the other Erudite transfer seemed to stick to her side like a leech, she even showed the initiate an irritated expression from time to time, something she had never let him see freely. Not that she was his to control, but it was just infuriating him that she was with anyone else.
Even now as he watched Christina and Molly fight she wasn't watching him and his hard expression, she was watching Molly and looking for any weakness she might be able to use against the girl if ever they were to fight. Which was a smart move, to know her enemies and her allies, yet he growled at the thought of her ignoring him so easily. At night he often wondered how he had allowed himself to become so bitter and resentful towards one girl, someone who wasn't even a member of Dauntless yet. He wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into her neck and hear her cry out, to do anything that would make that dull expression fall away from her face.
"Stop… Stop!" Came the pained cry of Christina that broke him from his thoughts abruptly. She coughed and pulled herself away from Molly as Eric glowered down at her, he took a quick glance in Reeve's direction to see that she was looking at the dark skinned girl now. A bit of worry reflected momentarily in her green and grew mismatched eyes before it was gone when she looked up at him blandly. "I'm done. I'm done," the girl beneath them sagged into the ground. Suddenly Eric's eyes lit up with an idea, he didn't show it on the outside but within himself he was smirking devilishly.
"You need to stop?" He asked making Christina look at him shakily. Her nose was bloody, and she had deep wrinkles on her forehead as her eyebrows knit together in pain, she heaved as she nodded her head. "Okay," he said. "Let me give you a hand." He held out his hand for Christina to take, which was very uncharacteristic for him, if it had been Reeve he was reaching for she would have refused it and gotten up herself. But the dark skinned girl grabbed onto his fingers and pulled herself up, nodding at him again.
"Thanks," she muttered breathlessly.
"All right, let's everyone take a break!" He called out to the rest of the room. His voice echoed and made Reeve wonder what he could be planning, the way she had grown to know the leader was never to be nice to people. And he was doing just that. "Follow me," he started to lead them away from the training area.
Reeve moved to help Christina as the girl went to get her jacket, quickly she assessed the wounds as the darker skinned girl pushed her away weakly. If there was anyone she was going to help to get better it would be her friends and allies, when it came to enemies she couldn't care less. Christina had been nice to her from the get go, and whatever Eric was planning, Reeve would made sure that the girl was okay. As they started walking after the man he slowed to the point where he was walking next to them, he glanced at Reeve for a second, letting mischief glint in his eyes before he put a hand behind Christina's back to lead her away.
Tris and Reeve glanced at each other uneasily, either Eric was being extra nice to his hated initiates, or he was planning something. If Reeve knew anything she knew that Eric had something ready for their friend, he wasn't nice to people without retaliation. As they neared a bridge his hand began to move a little lower onto her back, the size of his palm and fingers seeming to dwarf the small of Christina's back.
"You feelin' a little better?" he questioned as they walked into the light coming from the sky above them.
"Yeah, I'm fine," the girl responded while their boots clinked against the metal bridge beneath their feet.
Eric moved quickly, pushing Christina off the bridge while at the same time grabbing the railing behind him and grabbing her hand to keep her from falling completely. Reeve watched with slightly wide eyes that glanced up to Eric to see that he was already staring at her; a look of satisfaction crossed his features before he turned to stare at Christina who was gasping and whimpering beneath him. Her one hand gripping the rail strained against the weight of her body as she glared up at the leader menacingly.
"Grab the rail," he said indifferently. Christina grunted below him as he placed her hand next to the other one. "Or don't. You've got three options," he started speaking again. "Hang there and I'll forget your cowardice. Fall and die. Or give up. But if you give up, you're out," his voice rang out into the cavernous walls around them.
Everyone's eyes were trained on the girl gripping onto the railing for her life, everyone except for Reeve that is. She was glaring at the leader in front of them venomously, for some reason, there was a feeling in the gut of her stomach, that told her Eric was doing this as a way to get back at her for something. A dark tugging inside that made her bite her lip bitterly as she glared at the man.
"Come on Chris," Tris said next to her shakily.
The man in front of them turned to glare at her but instead found his eyes straying to the red haired vixen that he was really targeting. She was biting her lip and staring holes into his form, her eyes flaring up with raw hate that made his skin bristle in excitement. It was exactly the reaction that he had been hoping he would receive, that and so much more when his eyes found her lips that raised slightly as if to snarl at him. She looked to be breathing heavily as if to control her rage towards him, although he could be imagining it, but the way she stared him down so poisonously made him want to do it all the more.
It made him wonder what else he could do to gain that sort of reaction from her, and yet it wasn't enough to be able to watch her from far away. He thought it would be, and it wasn't, he would have to get closer. Looking away from her to listen to Christina grunt against the strain beneath him was boring now; he glanced at Reeve one last time to see that her expression had disappeared back into the bland one she always wore.
"Time," he shouted. He'd been expecting Reeve to rush forwards to get her friend but she stayed back, making him want to growl at her angrily. Already she'd realized that he had targeted her friend as a means to get back at her, though perhaps she did not know the reason why, she'd still figured it out. As long as she didn't react, he'd leave her alone eventually right? Wrong. "Dauntless never give up," he said sternly glaring at her indifferent face.
After lunch Four herded them onto a train, Reeve had looked at Christina's hands once they were alone and away from the crazy man that was their leader. She apologized without ever giving a reason why, and continued to ignore all their questions, she even told Will to stuff it when he tried to get more answers from her. This was her fault for showing so much emotion, he was just trying to rile the girl up and it had worked.
"As Dauntless, we fight to protect every life inside the fence, without fail. That's why we train you the way we do. To teach you not to give up. And to find out who has what it takes. Even though it's been quiet out there for years, that could change at any moment. So we have to be ready for everything," he explained. It almost sounded like he was trying to back up what Eric had done to Christina earlier, but Reeve knew that he was just giving them a reason to keep going and push past the hard training.
The trip to the fence was short and raised many questions about what could possibly be on the other side of the farms, to places where the world had not yet recovered from the war.
The next day Four showed them how to throw knives; Eric glowered at them from behind, waiting for an opportunity to be his regular happy self. Reeve watched Four carefully, trying to position herself just like he had done, she smirked when Tris was doing the same thing, except that she was better at it. Reeve threw it fast enough for the knife to stick into the board and for no one to be able to see it leave her hand. But she wasn't the best at aiming and only managed to get the blue figure in the legs or on the arm, it made her growl irritably before she could feel someone behind her.
"A little to the left," a deep voice muttered next to her ear.
It made her shiver for a second before she caught herself, Eric was standing behind her, towering over the small form of her body. He put his hand on her back gently and Reeve had to resist the urge to flinch away from him, she hated it when people assumed they could touch her. Even as a child she'd never been one for hugs, even from her own parents, holding hands was awkward, and dancing was unheard of. So as Eric tried to position her for better knife throwing she tried not to shrink under his gaze.
"Aim upwards a little," he spoke again making Reeve grit her teeth together. He took a few steps backwards to give her space to throw. Feeling angry with herself Reeve listened to his advice and pulled her loaded hand back quickly before launched the weapon at the board, in her head she imagined it going through Eric's neck. She could see him dodging it quickly, only letting it graze his skin, a small trickle of blood would slowly seep down his shoulder as she sneered at him.
A thunking sound drew her out of her thoughts as she looked at the knife embedded into the figures neck, a sense of satisfaction rushed through her as she grinned deviously. She threw a couple more knives the way Eric had instructed, one hitting right in the chest while the other lodged just below the other in the neck.
"Good girl," Eric murmured before walking away.
Reeve let an irritated growl tickle at the back of her mouth as the man moved down the line, hearing him say that made her angry. As if she would be happy to get help from him and then get a comment of praise for it.
"Why do you always aim for the neck?" Will asked of her when he saw where she was mostly hitting.
"Because then they can't breathe, and not being able to breathe is far more scaring than seeing blood drip down your skin," she explained glaring down at her next knife.
"That's creepy," Christina commented from the other side of Will.
"That was pathetic," Eric's voice stole their attention. He was looking at Al as the teen tried his best at throwing the knife towards the wall.
"It slipped," Al scoffed.
"Well, go get it!" Reeve looked down the line to stare at the man, remembering how it had felt to have him right behind her.
"What while they're throwing?" Al asked a little smartly, as if the leader might change his mind.
"Are you afraid?" He questioned. With the way Al was Reeve hoped that he wouldn't respond the way she knew that he would, pleading with him silently to be smart and think before speaking.
"Of getting stabbed by an airborne knife? Yeah."
"Everybody stop," Eric commanded of the rest of them. Reeve cringed, perhaps if Al had not been Candor he would've been able to say something smarter. "Stand in front of the target." Al looked at him as if he wanted to say something before thinking better of it and slowly moving towards the line of blue figure in front of them. "Four you want to give me a hand here. You're gonna stand there while he throws those knives. And if I see you flinch, you're out," he said walking towards the transfer with an intimidating aura. "One thing you will learn here is that orders are not optional.
Reeve glanced at Eric as he moved away from Al and let Four flip the knife around in his hands, she gave the once Candor a stern expression and nodded at him shortly. His own expression looked terrified, not that Reeve could sympathize with him, and he'd been too brash and didn't think before speaking. By now everyone knew that Eric had a short fuse, he should've been more careful when speaking. Though it didn't stop her from glancing at the leader with a hidden rage inside, first he'd gotten into her personal space and then he'd targeted her friend.
"Stop," Tris said before Four could start. Eric faltered next to Reeve before glancing at Tris lazily; Reeve looked at Al instead of the man next to her as he played around with the knife in his hands. "Anyone can stand in front of a target. It doesn't prove anything," she shook her head.
"Then it should be easy for you to take his place," Eric rumbled next to her. She glanced at him then to see his gaze turn from Tris to her quickly, but she didn't look away from him. If anything he took a step closer to her, bumping her shoulder with his own she stood her ground when he'd expected her to shy away. Reeve looked away first to watch Tris trade places with Al. "Same rules apply," he said before moving away from Reeve suddenly.
Tris glanced around the room before making eye contact with Reeve, she was looking at her blandly, like always, it made her smile faintly, because at least that had stayed constant throughout everything that changed so easily. Reeve was the anchor in their group of friends, no matter what happened right now, she would be there afterwards to make sure they were okay. Checking their wounds, or putting cool pieces of cloth on their face. Every time Tris needed to calm down she could look at Reeve.
"Oh, come on Four," Eric commented after the first knife flew. The next one landed to the side of her head and still Reeve had the same indifferent stare, if she had thought Tris would be unable to do this her expression would be different right? "You can get closer than that," he added afterwards.
"You want me to give her a little trim?" Four asked with a small grin on his face.
"Yeah, maybe just a little off the top," the leader smirked.
After the small amount of contact he'd had with Reeve Eric was burning with intensity, if he had been alone with the red head he wouldn't have even left her side, but not during training. It had been small; a very minimal reaction that he had gotten from the uncaring girl, but it had been enough to ignite his needs. It was something he hadn't been expecting, he'd just wanted to mess with the girl, feel her form beneath his hands and see that neck again. He hadn't been anticipating the shiver that had coursed through her, the small movement that made his skin crawl in response. He was barely touching her and yet she had reacted in such a way, quickly she had covered it up, but he could feel the way the air had changed around them. For a moment the girl next to him had felt small and vulnerable, and then in the next she was back to normal.
That was all Eric had needed, it made him excited, that he could get such a reaction out of her with something so simple, and yet it paled. When he'd gone to stand next to her again she was lazy, the same way she always was with him, it made him wonder if it had been a fluke. Perhaps he had imagined the whole thing, but he knew better than that, if only he could recreate the reaction again, that way he would know for sure.
Snapping out of his thoughts just as the last knife barely cut the Stiff's ear he glanced at Reeve for a second, seeing her holding Tris' gaze comfortably made him smirk before speaking.
"Points for bravery, stiff. Not as many as you just lost for opening your mouth," he said before taking a few steps forward. "Now watch yourself," he warned. "We train soldiers, not rebels. But we're done for today. Get out," he said to everyone else.
They all started to walk back, Reeve was going to wait for Tris until Eric began to walk towards her slowly; the look of mischief in his eyes was not something she wanted to see often. She turned to move away with the rest of the initiates but he stepped in front of her, his eyes trained on her as he moved up to look at him.
"Did I feel a shiver earlier?" He questioned as her eyes hardened dangerously.
"That's what happens when you're cold," she muttered blandly. He smirked at her response before taking a step out of the way for her to move. She made sure to avoid his shoulder and stalked back to the shared living quarters, frowning deeply as she felt eyes on her back. It wasn't certain at the moment, but if he didn't know now, Reeve was certain that he would know soon. Her weakness, the one thing she hated.
When Tris got back the others cheered for her, Reeve had gotten a towel and was soaking it in order to clean off her friend's ear. As soon as her hands touched the cold water she shivered, the reaction made her remember the feeling of Eric's breath on her neck. She growled low in her throat before starting towards Tris as eve Molly complemented the girl.
Reeve as just about to grab the girl when Peter stopped her with his own words of congratulations, as if they wanted to hear him say anything. He started spewing something about the transfer's old faction and her parents, Reeve glared at him from across t room, hoping that eventually she would get a chance to fight the bully. Knock him off his high horse when a girl beat him, now wouldn't that be something to laugh about.
Eventually Tris had heard enough and was out the door; Reeve had waited for her to do that and was ready with a wet cloth to clean the blood of her ear carefully.
"Thank you," Tris said as they walked away. Christina, Al, and Will joined them shortly and made fun of Peter as best they could, and comforting their friend while Reeve imagined crunching her fingers around his throat. Turning a corner they stopped short when seeing a group with a combination of black and blue clothes people walking towards them, Reeve recognized the lady in front.
"What's she doing at Dauntless?" Will questioned looking at the familiar face of their old faction leader.
"Prior," the woman said recognizing Tris almost immediately. The group paused as Jeanine stopped to look at the once Abnegation girl. "You're Andrew Prior's daughter, aren't you?" She questioned. "Beatrice."
"It's just Tris now," Tris countered seeming to want to get away from the woman. Reeve didn't blame her; she'd never been one to associate with the Erudite leader, even though her mother had worked for the woman for many years.
"Tris, I like that," she responded with a smile. Even going as far as looking at Tris' tattoo and humming slightly. "You made an impressive choice, Tris, despite your parents. And your test results," she said catching Tris off guard.
"You've seen my test result?"
"Of course. I'm glad you were smart enough to know your own mind," she said as if it was a hard decision to make. "Let me know if you ever need anything," she turned to leave before catching Reeve's gaze. "Samantha Benks," her smile was genuine this time.
"That's not my name," Reeve muttered from the back of the group. They all turned to look at her curiously; from the way she was speaking it was as if she hated the woman.
"What is it now?" She asked trying to get an answer that Reeve was not willing to give. She'd chosen to get away from that faction, to speak to it now made her blood boil. "Collin was very disappointed when he heard that you had chosen Dauntless," she said. Reeve bristled angrily at the mention of her brother.
"Good," her voice was icy.
"I'll tell him you're doing well," she said before walking away. The rest of the people behind her smiled and went on their way.
"Who's Collin?" Christina asked looking at the green and grey eyed girl behind them.
"No one important," she snarled before pushing past them in the direction that they were already heading. "I'll see you guys later," she glanced back at them before disappearing around the corner. The last thing she heard before their voices fell quiet was Will.
"He's her brother," he explained.
The thought of her brother being worried about her or even getting news about how she was doing from Jeanine made her bitter. The amount of time he had pushed his beliefs and rules on her stretched across many years, he was one of the main reasons she retreated into herself. He was the biggest bully she'd ever had to deal with and he lived in the same house, which meant that she could never really escape to her room. Not with him yelling at her from inside his own, or beating on the door that she had locked. If she saw him right now Reeve wouldn't hold back in making him pay for all the pain that he had caused her, for the heart ache.
Quickly she found herself in the training room; it was empty and made Reeve sigh in relief that no one would have to see her blow up. Quickly she took off her jacket and shoes until she was in nothing but a sports bra and her pants, she clenched her fists in anticipation. Imagining the feeling of punching her bother clean in the face she swung her fist at the punching bag in front of her.
Back in Erudite when she'd been angry with him she took it out on her bedroom wall, or tried to drown herself in book and reading, anything to get that man out of her head. He had been overbearing and didn't hesitate to hit her if she spoke back to him; above anything else she'd protected her younger siblings. Even though she knew that he would never touch them it made her sick to think that he was doing to them what he had done to her.
Without noticing she'd let her knuckles burst open, bloody fists landed hits on the punching bag in front of her but she didn't care. Reeve just kept imagining that it was his face she was beating to a bloody pulp; she kept seeing herself smiling in satisfaction when it was all over but something in her said she wouldn't enjoy it.
"Stop," a voice broke her from her thoughts sharply. She growled and ignored it, pulling her fist back to launch again before someone grabbed her wrist in a tight grip. "I said stop," he hissed wrenching her away from the bag.
She turned her eyes on him darkly, staring holes into the man's face as he gave her a glare just as stern as her own. Eric gave her a once over, looking at the bloodied bag in front of her and the small puddle of blood below it he frowned as she tried to pull away from him forcefully. He'd been almost excited to see Reeve in the training room, going crazy against a punching bag, to watch her move with such ferocity made him anxious. Then he'd seen the blood drip onto the ground and watched her more closely, the way her eyes were clouded and yet so very focused at the same time. Either she wasn't aware that her skin had split open or she just didn't care.
When he looked at her and she recognized who it was her expression softened and began to go back to the normal, bland expression that she always had on her face. Without thinking he closed his hand around her wounded knuckles and squeezed, he watched her hiss softly as pain took over her features. This was how it was supposed to be, he was the one that was supposed to give her such expressions, that way he could watch her expression change. It made him angry that something else had made her erupt, wasn't it his job to make her this venomous?
"Come on," he growled pulling her away from the bag forcefully.
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AN: What did you think? A little more development between the characters is what I see, although I should see it because I wrote it...
The last story I wrote was a lot of fluff and almost no action, so this is a big change for me, and I hope you're happy because I spent a whole day I could have been painting writing this instead. I mean seriously my sister got home from school and went to work and I'm still writing stuff for this chapter.
Anyway, this story is now completely competing with my other story, Now Darkness Falls, for attention since I have picked that one back up again. I have six pages of that chapter and let me tell you that they take longer because my brain likes to die. So make sure to review and I might just ignore it again for all you lovelies.
Thanks for reading.