Colonel Tavingtons pov
At last I've got you. I flipped the table sending the wooden chess pieces flying all over the room. My hand was on her throat in an instant. The girl's eyes went wide. "OH Fuck." My pants tightened as the swear slipped through her cupid bow lips. This girl should not have such an effect on me. I became even angrier at the thought of her having any power over me. She made a slight squeak as her back hit the wall. "Anastasia…. Check mate." I sneered in a low voice, my face close to hers. She tried to free herself from my grasp but I only pushed her further into the wall using my body against her to hold her still I choked back a small groan as her body rubbed against my hardness. She froze her face red looking anywhere but at me. Placing a finger under her chin I brought her gaze back to mine. "Now, My dear." I gave her an evil smirk. "We are going to try this again and you will answer me truthfully or you will face some dire consequences. Do you understand me?" she gave out a choked response, "What was that?"mi loosened my grip on her throat.
"I am not your dear." She hissed and my gaze hardened
"Regardless you will not leave this room until you answer my questions. Do you understand?" I pulled her away from the wall and sat her down in the chair she had previously been sitting in. She was staring at the chess pieces on the floor and slowly looked me straight in the eyes.
"Well then this will be a rather long night William." She crossed her arms stubbornly.
"Choosing to be difficult hhmm. The hard way it is Anastasia. Maybe this will be fun after all." I stepped closer to her, placing my hands on either side of the chair. " But believe me when i say that i will know when and if you are lying." She said nothing and just stared into my eyes. After about a minute I stepped away. "Let's get started shall we?"
"If we must William." This girl was either very brave to challenge me or just insane. Perhaps she was both. I righted the chair I had been sitting on and sat across from her.
"Where were you born?" I asked, resting my elbows on my knees. She didn't answer, she just sat there looking at me. "I'm waiting, Anastasia." There was a mischievous glitter in her eye.
"Maybe if i wait just a little longer a fuck will fly into my hands and i can give it to you." She smiled at me almost laughing. I slapped her across the face, her head snapping to the side. She turned her head back to look at me. " Come on you can do better than that." She said mockingly. I stood up and grabbed her by her hair dragging her across the room and throwing her on the floor.
"Do not test me. I have the power to have you killed as a spy. Which we both know that you are not. Are you?" She looked up at me from the floor in shock. "I will ask you one last time. Where were you born?" I sat back down leaving her on the floor.
"I was born in a hospital." She started as she picked herself up. "In New York City. My parents owned a farm. It was so beautiful in the fall. And the horses well you already know about them. I would sneak out of the house when I couldn't sleep just to see them." She smiled fondly at the memories as she gave me details of the farm. I gave her a curious glance as her demeanor had changed so suddenly.
"You must have had a lovely childhood then." Her smile faltered and an overwhelming sadness filled her eyes.
"Yes, it was…. For a while." She looked away as tears started to roll down her cheeks and I fought the urge to whip them away.
"What happened?" Genuinely curious about what had gone so wrong in her life.
"War, Colonel. As it always does. Another country attacked us. My father enlisted into the military. He would come back but after his four years he decided to still fight. When my brother was old enough he joined. They were sent out on deployment together and they were both killed in mission. Shortly after we lost the farm" By now her face was fully wet with tears. I handed her a handkerchief and gave her a moment to collect herself. This war didn't seem like any he knew of. I began wondering what kind of wars they had where she is from.
"Shall we continue Miss Mckenzie?" She turned back to me and sat back down in the chair.
"If we must." The challenging look reentered her eyes. She must think i'm bluffing.
"When were you born?" I looked out the window out over the camp.
"I already told you that i was born on May 5th." I spun back around knowing full well that she had purposely left out the year.
"The year Anastasia." I demanded in a low growl as I closed the distance between us once more. "And don't you lie to me.'' I placed my hands back on the armrest of her chair on either side of her. She stayed silent. I leaned in close. "ANSWER ME!" She didn't flinch.
"You will not believe me William." Her voice was a little shaky. Good it meant that she was scared of what would happen if i wasn't satisfied with her answer. I brought my face close to hers, my lips brushing against her cheek.
"Try me." I whispered coldly into her ear and I felt her shiver. I pulled back and looked straight in to her eyes. They scanned over my face and her expression changed yet again. She looked like she wanted to kiss me. It was gone in an instant. Interesting. It seemed like she was fighting against feelings for me "One more time…..When were you born?"
"May 5th 1999." She hissed. Gentle now as I slid my hand over her cheek resting it on the side of her neck. My thumb stroked her face. Desire flashed through her eyes. I almost didn't see it. I leaned in close and pressed my lips against hers. She responded immediately and parted her lips. I deepened the kiss briefly before breaking away from her smirking. I meant to just mess with her but found myself wanting to kiss her again.
"See,was that so hard." She looked back at me and her face flushed as I ran my fingers through her hair. "You're very beautiful."
"Thank you." She said as her eyes flashed in anger and hurt. He pushed me away and stood up to leave.
"We aren't done Anastasia." She let go of the door and spun back around. And for a moment I regretted what I had put her through. I could have just told her that I knew. I began to think about the feelings I had begun to develop for her over the past few weeks. There was no doubt that I, Colonel Tavington had begun to fall in love. But she would never have me now not after what I put her through. She escaped one arse just to run into another.
"You knew." tears began to well up in her eyes as she yelled. "You knew all this time didnt you?" I took a step closer to her and she put her hand up signaling me not to come any closer. " This entire thing was just a game to you. Who else knows?" I just stood there. "Who else, Colonel?" She spat my rank at me. And turned to open the door, looking over her shoulder at me she shook her head. " Nevermind, I don't want to know. As long as it means that i dont have to be in her with you any longer.. I think i will retire for the evening. Thank you for the drinks." She opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. "Good night Colonel." She curtsied and headed down the hallway to her room. I followed her.
"Anastasia wait….I?" She turned back around to face me her door open just a crack.
"There is nothing that you can say to me right now that will make things different." She went into her room but then poked her head back out." Her face inches from mine. "You know what else? The history books were wrong about you. You are far worse than they can describe." As she finished her sentence she turned to look at the stair as the sound of footsteps were heard coming up at them. Borden came around the corner and she narrowed her eyes at him. "You knew too! didnt you? And Wilkins as well."
He froze at the end of the hallway. "Knew what?"
" Good night Anastasis." She looked back at me with hatred in her eyes.
"Colonel, It's Miss Mckenzie." She hissed and went into her room slamming the door.
"It's William, Miss Mckenzie." I shouted back to her through the door. I turned walking back to my room, Borden following me to give me the report from that day. I barely listened as my thoughts remained on the girl who i could hear crying in the next room.
