Thank you all for the positive comments and stars, they're why I write. I have a general plan on how I want this to finish but if anyone has ideas, comments, or criticisms please share! I would love some feedback. I would also like to eventually go chapter by chapter and revise these, maybe make them longer. If anyone has any ideas on that or would like to help, let me know!
-WL
After what felt like hours but was more than likely no more than twenty minutes, Angel pulled down the covers. She was still alone. The vision she saw had frightened her, where did it come from? She sat up and looked around. It only now occurred to her that she had been naked this whole time. Why hadn't she noticed earlier? Feeling slightly self-conscious she pulled up one of the thin bed sheets. With the sheet gently hugging her curves she decided to get up and look out the window. Perhaps she could find out where she was. Her bare feet padded quietly across the wood floors to the tall paned windows. Rich green curtains ran from the ceiling to a pool of fabric on the floor. Looking outside she saw a view she had never seen before. The sky was dark, with purples, blues, and greens dancing like waves on a current. It was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen. The building she was in rested on a red and rocky surface that formed a cliff. If the fall didn't kill, the sharpness of the stones likely would as they stuck out at all angles. She took a step back and gasped when she caught her own reflection in the window. The face that looked at her with wide blue eyes was the same blonde with blue eyes from the vision. It had been her. He had thrown her. He had hurt her. She just knew it. She gripped the sheet tighter and took a few more steps back.
Why had she seen herself be thrown to the ground? Why did this man make her feel safe when he did things like this to her? She couldn't make sense of it. It felt as if a part of her mind was trapped and she had no way to release it. She had heard a voice earlier, did the voice know something? Her head swam with ideas and theories, she felt almost dizzy.
She took another step back from the window and her back hit a wall. There hadn't been a wall there. She made to turn around but strong arms wrapped around her waist and held her in place. She gasped as his hands tightened. His nails grazed her skin. His face sought the crook of her neck, she could feel his stubble on her cheek. He smelled like cedar and smoke, his male essence elicited a small moan from her as she breathed him in. She was helpless around him. Maybe he would have answers. But the voice in her head had been right, she didn't know him. Did she?
"Enjoying the view?" he whispered in her ear.
His voice was music to her ears, the low tones reverberated through her body. She could feel the muscles in his chiseled chest against her skin. She felt hot instantly. His very being felt as if it could melt away her anxieties. For a moment all the thoughts that filled her head a moment ago left her.
"Yes." she breathed.
"Good," he replied huskily and released his grip, "This is where you will live from now on."
She stepped away from him. Of course. That had made sense to her, where else would she live? Angel took a moment to turn around and meet his eyes. When she did, she looked into his eyes. His crimson eyes.
A splitting pain tore through her head as another vision entered. The pain brought her to her knees as she clutched her temples. This time the man with red eyes was standing over the blonde. She huddled in a corner of a kitchen as blood dripped down her hands and covered her face. There was blood on the floor.
She talked to herself, "Not here again... not here. I'm better. I don't believe in ghosts anymore."
The man looked ethereal and evil. He smiled sadistically. He went to her, got down on one knee to meet her eyes, and said, "Pity. I'll have to teach you to believe."
Before she could scurry away, the man grabbed her hair and pulled her up forcefully. Their bodies were so close, his brutal and lethal and hers panicked and afraid.
Before she could see what happened next, the vision turned dark and she was back in the room. The shooting pain in her head vanished and was replaced by only a dull ache. She slowly looked up at the face of the man above her. She now knew without a doubt, she was the girl in her visions and he was the one hurting her. Her name was Angel and this was Daemon Vertik. And he was hurting her. She held the sheets to her chest tightly. What was happening to her? Her body began to shake and she could feel herself begin to hyperventilate as tears rolled down her cheeks. She continued to back away on the floor, the sheet tangling with her legs. He didn't move. Although, his face did. He looked momentarily amused as if he were a predator who had caught its prey and was finally ready to devour it. His canines poked through his smile and he licked them.
"There she is. That's who I've been waiting for," He drawled, "My most prized possession..."
His eyes twinkled with obvious desire. As her back hit a real wall this time she realized she had run out of room. She stood up cautiously, gripping the wall for security, and as she scanned the room. There was only one exit. If she ran fast enough, she was sure she could outrun him.
He saw her eyes dart around the room for an exit. It would be fun to chase her. Give her some hope... and then crush it.
When he didn't immediately move, she ran for the door. She sprinted as hard as her body would let her.
Daemon moved one of his legs to quickly step on the sheet as she ran. His foot on the fabric combined with her tight grip caused her to hurtle forward. Not daring to look back, she scrambled up without the sheet and continued to run for the door. She flung the door open wildly and bolted down the hallway.
In the room, Daemon took a moment to appreciate her fire. He had hoped his influence over her personality created by their bond would not be permanent. It seemed the connection did force her to appreciate his physical advances. He hoped that would stay. With a contemplative sigh and a smirk on his face, he walked in the direction of the door and started following the luminescent blue cord that connected them.
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Angel ran. She had run through so many hallways and passageways. Passing more statues and paintings than she could count. She held her breasts with one arm to keep them from bouncing while she ran, but other than that she had given up on modesty with no one else around. She wasn't even sure where she had come from anymore when she stopped at a three-way crossing. Had she been this way before? All three hallways looked identical except for the wallpapers; one blue with sailboats, another green with trees, and the last yellow fruits. She chose at random. Choosing the hallway with blue wallpaper. She slowed to a fast walk and caught her breath. She dared to look over her shoulder and saw no one behind her. A bead of sweat rolled down her temple.
She passed an open doorway and bolted through. The walls were now made of cobblestone and the corridor took her down some stairs. The air was damp and the space was only lit by torches. She kept going, further down the stairs. They eventually opened up into a room filled with wooden crates. Stone archways held up the ceiling and several walls were piled high with very old-looking wine. Each bottle had its own spot in the wooden racks that lined the stone alcoves. Faintly she heard whistling. Was it his or her imagination? Looking around she realized this was a dead end. She looked back at the way she had come and knew she couldn't go back that way. She made her way over to one of the corners of the room, looking for a place to hide. She saw one of the crates had been open and silently climbed in. Surrounded by wood shavings, she held her breath and closed her eyes tightly. She would just need to bide her time. Eventually, he would leave, she could find something to cover up with and try to get out of here.
