'What?' she asked.

His eyes widened as loudly said run before grabbing her harshly by the wrist and dragging her away from the danger she hadn't noticed yet. As they kept running harder and harder with the ghost in lead also Sunako started to feel the looming danger that kept closing in on them.

They ran and ran until suddenly Sunako tripped over a bottle of cheap wine. She was falling head first. Her head collided harshly with the ground and the only thing she could think before the blackness gulped away her consciousness was shit

Sunako was floating in an all too familiar darkness. It was the same kind of feeling one would have when being sick and to tired and exhausted to really dream but not attired enough to dream of nothing at all resulting in a dream of floating in an endless darkness. It was calm and serene though it could sometimes be scary. Today there was no such thing. There was only the pure blackness engulfing everything. She wanted to stay forever in this darkness where there were no complicated matters. The only bad thing there was in here was the fact that there were no horror movies.

But there was a feeling of alertness tugging at her ,telling her to wake up quickly, to protect herself. She didn't know from what though. There were no bad things in this darkness nor were there good things. It was completely pure of everything in here. Yet she knew she should awake and step out of her safe haven, this blackness. Yet she pushed her awareness back into its conscious state.

And slowly she could feel how her senses started working once again for her even though her eyes seemed to refuse to do their work. She felt something rough encircling her wrist , a rope she dared to bet. In her mouth there was a rag making breathing harder than normal which was problem some for someone who had regularly apnea attacks though she had to admit that she wasn't having them all that much anymore lately.

Also her feet were bound to each other and she was sitting on something soft with her knees to her chest her hands behind her back. She felt a blindfold around her face which would explain as to why she couldn't see. If it wasn't for the rag in her mouth she would sigh. Instead she tried to find a more comfortable position which was unexpectedly hard. Except it being hard to do it also betrayed that she was awake.

'Ah,so you're awake.' A low but smooth voice asked his voice laced in pleasure .

Sunako just nodded. Hey, you try speaking with a rag muffled in your mouth!

The person giggled before she heard him move and come closer to her. The rag disappeared out of her mouth followed by the blindfold. She immediately closed her eyes at the brightness. Once she got used to it she opened her eyes. She stared right into the green eyes of her kidnapper. The eyes of Aamon. The eyes of the most powerful person of the strange and messy society she was dragged into.

'I would have liked to say that you had to promise not to scream if you wanted the rag out of your mouth but it doesn't really matter if you scream or not nobody will hear you anyway.' He said his hand going through his beautiful golden locks which were pinned up today and not in a low ponytail like the last time she had seen him making her wonder if he changed his hair regularly like that. That thought was followed by the thought Idiot what are you thinking in these times. You should be thinking of the fact that you got kidnapped. Her more rational side screamed inside her mind.

That's right, shot through her mind. I'm kidnapped. Can you believe it,oh my god. I'M KIDNAPPED! KYAAAA,so cool! I wonder if this guy is going to try to kill me like that last time with that mean lover of Ranmaru. She didn't succeed though. I wonder if this guy is going to succeed ,well ,if he's planning to kill me that is. Ugh, it would have been better if I hadn't told her. The rational part of her mind thought.

Aamon giggled once more drawing Sunako back into the real world. 'So beautiful Sunako, tell me what do you think of this room? I made it to match both of our requirements of a beautiful room. Dark, but style-full. ' Sunako snorted before taking a quick look around the room. The main colors of the room were a crimson red, snow white and black and the room was designed in a modern style. The bed she was sitting on was a modern king size canopy bed leaving the possibility to shut out the rest of the room with the dark curtains. The wooden floor was black ,two of the walls red and the remaining two walls of the huge bedroom where white. (The rest I'll leave to your imagination of a really beautiful room with these colors.)

The room was magnificent, comfortable and luxurious.

'It's really beautiful but why would you bother to make it to both our requirements? I mean it's your room, not mine. Why should I find it beautiful?' She said to Aamon who was now sitting in lotus style in front of her on the bed.

Aamon smiled. 'Tell me,my dear. What do you know about our kind?'

For a moment Sunako was silent before answering. 'We all have some kind of power, something bad happened in our past to awaken us and make us one of us and almost all of us have a beautiful outer appearance. ' And when she continued thinking for another moment she added 'And females are rare.'

Aamon smirked. 'Indeed but it seems Mary and Jeong have kept some secrets from you ,or maybe it was already so normal for them that they forgot to mention. How old do you think I am, Dear?'

Sunako her eyes flutterd close and open quick after each other showing her surprise. 'If I were to guess 23 years old.'

Aamon giggled. 'Never judge one of our kind by their outer appearance, child. I was born 797 BC in Greece.'

Sunako her eyes widened. 'But then you're 2018 years old!'

'Yes, In other words, our kind is immortal. And because females are so rare we often have to go through our long lives alone. Except for the few lucky people who happen to be gay.' He grimaced. 'A lot of people from our kind kill themselves before they reach a 200 years out of loneliness. I'm pretty rare as you see. Actually all of the people one the throne are pretty old for our race. In any case all of the woman who became venatores have offered themselves to me.'

For a moment he stopped to take a breath and then continue his tale the smirk still plastered on his face.

' But I refused them because they were to weak compared to me. You however, my dear, Are going to become powerful. And just like the old woman said you might even overpower one of the thrones. So I've decided to chose you as my mate. I like you. You're uncomplicated and honest about what you love. Besides my instinct is pulling me towards you. Though I suppose you wouldn't feel the same since my powers aren't released. They're sealed because humans can't stand the pressure of it so they often pass out. Except you'll only feel the pull slightly because you're powers are still developing themselves. But I guess I'll release the seal for a while only already to prove that I'm not making this all up. '

He took a deep breath before frowning in concentration and softly whispering 'release.'

I watched a serie called The Borgias this week. It was really great,I enjoyed it greatly and I recommend it to everyone.

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