Chapter 5
Fang watched as Skyler left the room. She was by far the most annoying person he had ever met. And he knew a few annoying people. He looked around the room which was Skyler's and grinned. She was definatley something alright. On her book shelf were 2 white unicorns which had dolls on their back. He saw that her room was decorated in red and black. Two of his favorite colors. She had red curtains and black silk sheets. She had posters of a group called Linkin Park on some of her walls and sketches that were as dark as she appeared light.
Fang sighed and got to the issue at hand. Skyler. He wasn't supposed to be able to read her mind and she wasn't supposed to effect him as much. Something inside of him melted when she spoke. And her touch. He vaguely remembered someone touching his head soothingly. And singing to him also. He had to get his priority's straight and finish his mission. If not then he would always be hunted by the memory's that lingered in the recesses of his mind. He could still hear the blood curdling screams and still see the blood from that night.
Shaking his head to clear it before the memory's came back to him Fang made an effort to get up. He had to leave and now. He didn't have time to properly heal. The more time he stayed here with Skyler the more danger he was bringing to her door. Fang had managed to get up when the door opened and Skyler walked in. Her back was to him and she was humming again. What was up with that any ways, he wondered as he watched her.
"Ok, I made a feast to die for and I know you'll love it," she was saying as she came in and was turning around to face him. And when she did she gasped. Her face turned beat red. She closed her eyes and held on to the tray so hard her hands turned white, "Why are you up?" she asked angrily. Fang looked at her flushed face and then grinned. So his little Skyler had never seen a naked man before. Good.
No, wait that's not right, he thought, and when did she become your little Skyler?, he thought to himself. And then the thought of her seeing a man other than him flashed through his mind and a haze of redness met him. She won't be seeing anyone else naked, he thought as he made his way to her.
"Can I open my eyes? Are you dressed yet?" she asked as she heard him moving. But didn't know to where he was moving to. Her heart was in over drive and she didn't know how to slow it down. He had to be the most glorious naked man she had ever seen. Well, he was the only naked man she had ever see in her life.
"We'll keep it that way" his voice came close to her ear.
She felt him remove the tray from her hands and then crowded in too close to her. He was still naked. His body heat was so off the charts that she started to wonder if he had a fever again.
"The only fever I have is in my blood from getting a rush of need to touch you...to hold you," he said and with every word he was taking a step forward and backing her up until her back hit the door and her eyes flew open. His face and lips mere inches from hers. He barricaded her with both his arms on either side of her head. "and the need to…kiss you." he said and then captured her lips with his.
A bolt of electricity went through them both. Skyler gasped and then sighed. She had never been kissed before and rght at the moment she was loving it. Not good, she thought and then he moved her head a certain way and some how ended up deepening the kiss.
Her heart beating faster than the speed of light she lost all thought of danger, responsibility, and herself.
Definately not good, was her final thought before she was lost for good.