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But he always did.

I got home and walked to my room to run from the door way and jump on my bed. Cuddling in the middle I fell asleep but woke up freezing, it was already dark when I woke up so I looked to see what time it was, 6:58pm “AHH” I got up and ran to take a shower and later ate moms soup when she was looking away. “what the!” I heard her say as I ran back to my room before she caught up with me. I laughed as I laid back down in my bed under the huge feather blanket and cuddled in with my pillows and turned up the music. ‘tap tap’ as I heard that I looked to my window and slightly moved the blinds and glanced out in the darkness, I wasn’t expecting to see what I saw standing not three feet from me through the window.

There in the dark stood the guy from my dream, his eyes still as icy blue but not as blurred as my dream, I could see detail and he had strange red lines in the blues, it almost glowed in the dark. Scared I stepped away from the window and tripped over a shoe, expecting to hit the floor, hard. I went to put my hands back to help catch my fall, but I already stopped falling and strong hands held my arms and me up. I looked up and he was looking down at me, no smile, no hint at all of emotions. I pulled away and scrambled away from him and push myself as far into the corner as I could as he followed my every step… just like I dreamed “what do you want with me?” I asked my voice not even close as calm as I was in my dream “how did you get here?” he stepped forward and looked down to me and raised his hand to my cheek, his hands were ice cold even through the black leather gloves, they were so cold it felt like they were burning my cheek. I wanted to move away but felt frozen in place.

He was two feet taller then me, and though he wear a black trench coat that had silver seams that seemed to glow in the little light in my room. Leather seemed to be his favorite thing because everything he had was leather, his boots that went up to his knees had silver spikes holding the laces on the sides. I couldn’t see anything else because it was hidden under his coat, but I could guess its color.

I thought about trying to get to the door or to yell for help or fight him back but each thought was shot down, first he blocked my way to the door, his hand could easily cover my mouth if I tried to yell, he was not only taller but he had one very strong looking body, he was at least two and a half times wider then me, so fighting would end badly on my part. So I stared up into his eyes to try and connect to him, to make it show that, yes I’m no match for you but you don’t want to hurt me. As I stared up at him his face changed as his hand lowered to my neck and stopped there.

His eyes got softer, and a small smile danced on the sides of his lips. I wanted to say something but what would I say? “how did you get here?, did you dream of me too?, am I dreaming?” even if I asked him these thing he wouldn’t have answered me. Before I could do anything the burning on my neck got so hot that I really was burning! I smelt my flesh burning under his hand and I winced back in pain but his hand stayed right where it was, my voice was gone I tried to yell in pain but nothing came out, I couldn’t even move away now and I was getting more and more scared of what was happening. The burning was strange though it felt like someone was writing on my skin with a sharp hot pen or something, carving something in my neck.

I looked up and down and around for something to grab but that’s all I could do was look around, my arms were frozen as was the rest of my body. The burning stopped and he moved his hand, it had blood, my blood on it as he put it in his pocket. He pulled out a cloth that was amazingly not black but white, like a normal dish cloth and he put it to my bleeding neck and held it there, his eyes never leaving my neck as he finally said “so you are real…” “WHAT!” I thought to myself but softly said in a pained voice “what did you do to me!? Why?!” he didn’t answer instead he kept cleaning up my blood. I felt a little upset at him ignoring me so I tried to move my body and it worked I was able to move my fingers.

I let my knees give way and fell to the floor but before I could hit it he caught me like I thought he would. I let him pull me up and pushed off his arms and bolted to the door. Stupid choice because I lock my door when I go in my room, and it took to long for me to try and unlock it. He already had me locked in his arms and I was right I could feel the muscles on his chest as he pulled me closer to him and farther from the door. He was rock solid and I knew completely right then, if he tightened his grip on me he could easily crush me and that would be the end. But he didn’t, he had a firm grip but it was a gentle hold, kinda like a nice hug. I didn’t even try to get free, I wanted to save my strength for when I could find another chance for myself. “stop trying to get away” he said in my ear as he just lifted me up and somehow twisted me around so I was facing him and my feet were daggling from the ground. He moved and faced my bed and sat me down and started cleaning my neck again which had bled more.

I glared at him as he worked, he grabbed my hand and put it to my neck to hold the cloth as he rampaged through his pockets to pull out a cotton square and some tape. “what else do you have in your pockets?” I thought out loud “heh…” was all he said. I wanted to hit him. He finished up and looked right in my eyes. “will you come with me.” he said more like a fact then a question. “ummm no?” wrong answer he picked me up and throw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and walked me to the door.

He unlocked the door but didn’t open it, he stepped back and put me down, turned me to the door and vanished! There was a knock at my door and when I opened it my dad stood there and asked “what are you doing in here?” I looked right at him and said “watching TV” I lied! I wanted to say “ I’m being harassed by some strange guy I dreamed about and he was ganna kidnap me!” but I didn’t nor could I! it scared me, was he controlling me? What the hell is going on!.

My dad looked at my TV then back to me, his eyes fell on the cotton square on my neck and his frowned as he said in a annoyed voice “what happened to your neck?” “I burned it with my straighter.” I said calmly. On the inside I was screaming what happened but everyone knew my dad wasn’t psychic. He glared at me and I was hoping he wouldn’t buy it, he did thought and laughed at me “that’s what you get.” “WHAT! NOOOO” he walked away and I closed the door, he was behind me again I could feel it. He was inches from me towering over me making the dark corner It was even darker somehow. I didn’t move when I said “you were controlling me weren’t you.” my voice was soft but angry. “yes” was his answer.

“so tall dark and annoying, how are you planning on getting me out of here without them seeing you?” I said with a wide smile. “we’ll wait.” he said calmly “you wont call for anyone and with the lights out they wont come back to check on you again tonight.” my smile faded and a scowl crossed my face. I went to turn but he stood there so I had to step forward and turn around to face him or risk hitting him. Instead of looking at him I pushed my way through him and the wall to get passed. He moved but only a very small bit.

I stalked to my bed and sat down and cuddled into the middle and pulled the blanket over my face hoping it was just a repeat dream of the other night only longer. It wasn’t he was there and he sat on the floor next to my bed with his back to me. I turned away from him and faced the wall, and would glance back to look at him every now and then to see if he was really there. He was ,no doubts about that. There behind me sitting in the dark. I glared at the wall and anger was boiling in me now as every second passed in the silence
I turned back to face him and wanted to touch him or poke him in the head really hard to see what he would do. I laughed in my head thinking about it, but that faded when I thought about his reaction. So I slowly reached out to him to touch his hair, it was so long and silver yet he looked in his early twenties. It went down to his knees when he was standing and it was thick. My hand was shaking as it barely touched his hair, it was so soft so I ran my fingers through it. To my surprise he didn’t do anything or say anything either! So I sat there and kept running my fingers through it loving the softness of it.

“I dreamed about you…” I said shyly “I know.” he said still letting me play with his hair. “what do you want with me anyway?” I asked less shyly now “I need your help.” I stopped for a moment “why me? What do you need from me?” I said thinking how the heck I could help him, because unless he needed help getting something in a small place I could fit I couldn’t really think of anything I would be able to help him with. He was so much stronger then me and taller. Maybe he was stupid or something. I laughed out loud thinking of that one and he turned to look at me and I stopped. No. he wasn’t stupid, he can control my mind and definitely not from around here.

I kinda felt bad for thinking that but he didn’t look mad, but he did have a straight face that looked all business to me. “I need your help with making something.” he said still looking at me with those icy eyes of his, no longer were they soft. They felt like ice, staring at me like that, I wanted to back away. I’ve never felt so weak by just a look, by anyone and here he was just looking at me and I felt weak!
For some reason his eyes softened as he looked at me. “may I sit with you?” he asked, I was shocked speechless, you want to sit next to me? Why? I kept thinking to myself. “yes. You look cold.” he said answering my thoughts. I was a little cold, my arms were out in the cold air of my room. “ummm sure?” I said not really thinking. He twisted and climbed up and over me to sit next to me on the other side. He laid back against the headboard, his arms crosses on his chest and one leg laid out and the other one bent half way. I turned to watch him climb over me and lay down and just stared at him. For some odd reason it felt comforting with him there yet I didn’t know a damn thing about him!

On top of that this guy burned my neck! I had forgotten about it because it no longer hurt. He must have put something on it to make it stop hurting and I was glad about that. I got up to look at it in the mirror but the cotton square was in the way, so I tried to move a piece to see if I could see it and I saw a line of burnt skin in a curve but that’s all I could see. I turned to him and he was staring at me, his head was tilted to the side like he was thinking. I froze in place. What was he? I thought he uncrossed his arms and held them out to me inviting me in I stared. He was acting like he knew everything about me and was my boyfriend or something! I couldn’t help it, my pajamas weren’t for keeping one warm. My t-shirt was soft and white but it felt like it was so worn in it was almost see through but I loved how soft it was. And I wear very short short-shorts that were soft tan, it felt like my shirt so I wore them together.

I slowly walked over to the side of my bed and crawled to the middle and laid by him in his arms, he wrapped them around me and it was so warm. I could hear his heart beat and that was it for me I fell asleep. It was calm and soft, but it was so strong. I couldn’t hear anything else but that. He moved me in my sleep I kinda woke up but he laid me in his spot that was still warm and I kept fading in and out of sleep. He grabbed a light blanket from my closet and wrapped me in it, then picked me up and walked me out of the door we passed a clock on the way through the hall and I saw it said 11:59pm. He walked through the halls so silently it didn’t even wake the dogs and walked to the front door. He unlocked it and opened it, but I didn’t here the beeps it would make when you open the doors or windows, I guessed he somehow stopped it from making noise like he controlled me earlier.

His body was so warm, even his hands were warm now as he carried me out the door and to a motorcycle, yes a motorcycle! Was he crazy I’m sleeping! And It’s like 40 degrees outside! My eyes opened more as I looked at the bike. He got on, still holding me to his chest. He backed it up and started it, I fell in love with it’s sound, I loved to go for rides with my mom and dad but this one was louder and stronger then both of theirs. I half expected someone to come out yelling about the noise but I was getting use to him controlling everything around him. He stared to drive but stopped before he got a foot. I had moved to sit properly on it so he wouldn’t get us killed, I didn’t care if he could handle it I didn’t want to risk it.

As I sat on the little part of the seat in front of him he moved back to give me room, so I scooted back till I was against him again. He put his other hand that he held me with on the handle and said with a smile in his voice “ready?” I could tell he was really enjoying this, I nodded as he revved the engine and it roared! I couldn’t help but smile, I had to give props to this beautiful bike. He drove off and damn was it a nice ride! I couldn’t feel any bumps or anything but the vibration of the bike. As he drove and moved I moved with him and it was really fun!, he got on 160 and drove towards Vegas. I was amazed at how good he was, he didn’t even slow down as he took the turns going 113 mph. I don’t know what kind of bike it was nor have I ever seen one like it.

It was cold, really, really cold I couldn’t help but push back against him to try and steal his warmth. And he pushed against me and leaned his head on mine, it helped a little, I was still shivering though. He drove past and through Vegas faster now and easily weaved through traffic like it wasn’t even there, and drove on to Utah. “where are you taking me to?” I asked watching the gas which wasn’t even going down. Big surprise. “we need to get to New York.” I was caught short and looked up at him “what?! That’s a three day drive without stops! And what about my parents?! I’m sure they’ll notice I’m gone by the time you get passed Utah!” I shouted to him “I’m aware of that, and I’m also sure they couldn’t do much about it with you here with me and not them.” his voice and calm. He knew what he was doing so I stopped arguing.

As he drove us through salt lake I asked if we could stop, “I umm I have to pee…” I said looking down at the tank, all he did was laugh as he pulled into a gas station. He helped me off, it was a bigger bike then I even seen as well but it fit him well. He put the kick stand up and walked me in, as I walked to the bathroom I stopped by the door and looked at him “I wont run away you don’t have to follow me in ok?” he smiled and lend against the wall by the door and I shook my head but walked in the bathroom. As I finished and started to wash my hands I turned it to hot and let my hands stay under it till they turned red. I dried them off and stopped at the door, I stared at the knob as I thought about an escape just to bug him. I turned to look for a window and the door opened and I strong hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me out. Damn. He had a smirk on his face as he pulled me with him to the food. “hungry?” he asked pointing at the food lined up in the shelves. My mouth started to water as I looked at the junk food, he grabbed some chips and I went for the twinkies!

We passed the coffee and I stopped to the smell of it, I looked over to it and he stopped too, “want some coffee?” he asked I looked at him right in the eyes “really?!” I asked “yup” I ran over and grabbed a cup and got a vanilla cappuccino with lots of sugar and chocolate. He got the same thing and we walked to the counter to pay for it and he pulled out cash from his pocket. I crossed money off the list of things he could have in those pockets. The girl at the counter looked at him once and look like she was head over heels for him, I wanted to laugh and be like “ya sure he may look super sexy and perfect but he really kidnapped me and burnt my neck!” at that thought he leaned down to me and kissed the cotton I froze again. ******** it I have to stop thinking around him.

I made a face as he laughed and looked back at the lady and her shocked, embraced look. Oh please. He lead the way to a table so we could eat and I could possibly tackle that coffee of his to. I ate my Twinkie and sipped at my coffee. He sat across from me and watched me, I felt small under his gaze and it annoyed me so I looked up to face him and see if I could manage the same level stare as his. It didn’t work to well but I tried. I made sure not to look at his eyes as I looked at his face, he was really beautiful, his skin looked soft and was tanish colored. Below his eyes like eye liner was a deep red, and his lips were soft and lush looking, his nose was straight and fit his face perfectly. I couldn’t stop myself from thinking. “I was kidnapped by a model…” he snickered at that and I looked away blushing. Damn it. “so can you read my mind?” I said looking out the window. “kinda, I can read people very well. And when I look in your eyes I can almost see your thoughts as if I was reading a book.” he said smiling. I smiled at that but didn’t’ look at him.

“how did you control me like that before?” I asked sipping my coffee again. “that burn. On your neck. it’s a symbol. My symbol, I can make you do anything with that on you.” “what the!” I got up and walked to the bathroom and ripped the cotton away, winced at pulling my skin with it. And looked at the burn on me. I looked like a triangle and around it was strange marks I seen somewhere before. The door opened and the lady at the counter came in, I pushed to cotton back to my neck and she stopped for a second to look at me then smiled and walked into a stall. He and I were the only people here besides the lady at the counter, so I didn’t have to worry about anyone else walking in. she finished and went to wash her hands.

“so what happened?” she asked looking to the cotton I held to my neck. “oh umm I burned it with the straighter” I lied for myself, he didn’t need to control my mind this time, I didn’t want her to see it “oh that sucks I have done that before, but not that bad and not on my neck.” she said showing a small burn on her cheek. “oh ouch” I said looking back at myself in the mirror to try and fix the tape on it. “need some help?” she asked as she turn to face me. “oh no I’m ok but thank you.” she nodded and went to go out the door but stopped to look back at me “is he your boyfriend?” she asked with a wide grin, she was fairly pretty with short black hair that spiked up with white tips. She was skinny too and had a tattoo on her collar bone of a fairy. “haha oh um-” I was cut off at a knock on the door.

She opened it and walked out then come in again “he says your living soon so you should hurry, I wouldn’t want to keep him waiting” she said. She like him a lot anyone could see that. She left and I was able to put the tape back on and walked out to see him looking down at me, no smile just a straight stare. “what?” I said looking away. He pulled out the tape and softly pulled off the cotton and fixed it. I didn’t say anything nor did I move. He finished and we walked back to the table. I grabbed my coffee. I really didn’t want to waste it, I hated when food goes to waste. “you can finish it.” he said sitting down watching me the whole time. I sat and sipped at it not looking at him.

“so am I your slave now?” I asked angrily “no.” “then why did you burn this on me?!” I said looking up and glared into his eyes “I had to.” “WHY?” I said glaring more angrily into his eyes, his eyes shown something I couldn’t read but it wasn’t anger or anything like that, it almost looked like he was sad about it “I cant tell you right now but you’ll come to be happy about it” he said as he looked away avoiding my death glares “humph right.” I said looking down and sipping my coffee. He looked back at me, I kept my eyes down looking at my cup. I finished and we got up to leave. As we walked out in the dark of the early morning. We passed a guy walking in sleepily. He got on first and I went to get on behind him but decided against it, he scooted back to give me a little more room on the seat. When I got on he stared it up and It’s roar was comforting. He drove out and back on the road, diving past a few cops going way over 100 again. They didn’t even look at us as we passed. He drove on and we stopped a few times till the day was over. I didn’t talk to him after the morning, I was still upset and he could tell. But I was also getting tired and he stopped at in inn and walked me in.

“how long?” the guy asked he looked down at me and I looked away he looked back at the guy “all night thanks” “ok…” he said as he got the key and finished writing down everything “oh and your name?” I listened carefully to this I wanted to know his know. That whole time I haven’t even asked him that wow. “Max.” he said. We were lead to our room. It was a poor inn and all the rooms only had one bed. Oh joy. “here you are.” he said giving ’Max’ the card key and walked away. He closed the door behind us and I stood there looking at the bed. “I can sleep on the floor if this will annoy you.” he said walking over to the bathroom. I was about to ask what he was doing but I could already see, he unbuttoned his coat and pulled it off. I was right under was a black tank top. As I stood there in complete awe at his arms I grew bright red when he turned around.

I looked away and walked to the bed and hid under the covers I heard him laugh as he went into the bathroom and started a shower. I uncovered my face and notice he left the door open, I frowned. He’s toying with me! “what do you want to join me?” he asked laughing. “agh! ******** you!” I said blushing brighter and looking away he laughed again. Grr. He got out and covered in a towel. He had brought in a small bag that I didn’t notice until he opened it to pulled out clean clothes. They were black too. A new tank top and long baggy sweats. He walked out after he was done changing so I didn’t see him. He walked back over to the bed and looked at me with his arms folded and a smirk on his face “ so do I have to sleep on the floor?” he asked I smiled in my head and tried so very hard not to look at him “yes!” I wanted to say but I didn’t “….no you can sleep on the bed… but don’t touch me!” I said finally looking at him and wishing I hadn’t. his arms were built as was his chest, I could see his abs through the tank top or at least I could see the out line of his chest through it. All of his chest was built and his skin was tanish in color like his face. As I gawked over his body my eyes fell on the burn on the hollow of his neck.

It was the same one on my neck. He laid down next to me and I turned away from him. He faced me and I felt as if he was staring at me, when I turned and looked back at him I was right he was staring at me. I turn back and tried to ignore him so I could fall asleep but I couldn‘t so I went to go take a shower and realized I didn’t have any clothes to change in, I heard him get up and walk over to his bag so I turned to watch him pull out some of my clothes. “where did you?…” I asked looking at my clothes, a black tank top like his and my red skirt. and a pair of underwear “I got them when you were talking with your dad.” he said handing them to me with a smile on his face. I grabbed them and walked into the bathroom. Made sure the door was closed in his face, I heard him sigh loudly and smiled. I took my clothes off and stepped in the shower, it was still wet from him, I turned the hot water on and stood right under it letting it hit my face. I washed my cold body roughly to get the feeling back, and rinsed off and just stood there under the shower I sighed to myself, I finally was cleaned off and warm again. As I got out and dried off with the same towel because it was the only one there, I got dressed and walked out and saw him just laying there all smug like. Grr. He opened his arms again like before with a smile. I glared at him as best I could but it wasn’t enough it just made him laugh. As I walked over I slide under the covers and faced away from him.

My hair was still wet and it was getting cold so I pulled the covers up more and I felt him moving to reach out to my hair but he stopped, he pulled back and just stared at me. I ignored him. As I fell asleep I was dreaming of walking in a field and it smelled really good… kinda like soap. I woke up an hour later with my face cuddled into his chest, my hands were gripped on his shirt and I was pressed against him. He was asleep and I could hear his heart again, his one arm was laid on top of me and a little bit of his hair was caressing my cheek. I pushed back so hard I pushed myself out of the bed.

“AHH!” I yelled as I hit the floor hard. He woke and looked over the side at me rubbing my head after hitting it on the night table next to the bed. “I told you not to touch me!” I said with tears in my eyes, I hit the table really hard and the floor hurt too. He laughed as he got out of bed and picked me up and cradled me as he got back in bed and covered us both. “I didn’t touch you, you fell asleep and turned on me and cuddled up to me yourself.” he said with a smile. “oh…” I said still tearing up a little. He kissed my head and I blushed as I felt him, his warmth was so nice. I could feel every muscle in his chest again and I could smell him, in my dream I was smelling him, the soap he had and his normal body scent. It was warm and soft. Almost like Irish breeze and something else. I laid there getting hotter from embarrassment. His skin was soft, I tried to keep my hands from touching his chest but it was near impossable. They ended up there on him anyway. It gave him chills because my hands were like ice to a heater.

I laughed softly as did he. I reluctantly moved off him to lay next to him facing away again. But was close enough to feel the heat that came off him. It was useless to try and face away I woke up in his chest again. Only this time I didn’t push away, instead I looked up to see if he was sleeping. He was. I took one of my hands that had found their way to his shirt again and softly moved the hair from his face. I stared at his face as I traced under his eyes and lips. I wanted to kiss them but refrained form it. That would be bad. Instead I softly touched them with the tips of my fingers and smiled. I looked away and down to the burn on his neck. I traced it with my finger and I was colder then the rest of his skin, if I strayed from the burnt lines it was warm again but the burn itself was ice cold.

He moaned softly and I pulled my hand away, afraid he would wake up. He didn’t but he moved, he cradled me more closely to him and I felt heat coming from his whole body, it was making me sleepy, along with his heart beat. I fell into darkness and let it take me. When I woke I woke before him again and was happy about it, I could play with his hair and lips again. As I moved his hair I moved my face closer to his so I could play with it easier. When I went to trace his lips he opened his eyes. I froze with my fingers on his lips, he smiled “you did that earlier last night, are you having fun?” he asked as he grabbed my hand and moved it down to his chest, and leaned closer to me till his face was barley an inch away. I felt panic filling me but couldn’t move. “uhh…” was all I could say as he smiled and turned away to get up and get dressed. I stood frozen in place, I was saved. For now at least. I got up and the air in the room was freezing, I shivered as I shuffled to the bathroom to take another hot shower. I didn’t close the door all the way I was to cold to waste my time with that, as I undressed and stepped into the shower I could hear him putting his leather coat back on.

As I had to slowly make the shower go from warm to hot it was quite. He had left the room and gone somewhere, so I savored the time and try to calm down. It was working, when I was done I wrapped a towel around me and stood in front of the mirror that was to fogged up to see in, I was about to clear it when I felt hands grab me and turn me around. He stood there smiling as he scared me. He had a bag and he pulled out a new out fit for me. “try it on, I think I got the right sizes, I held you enough to know how small you are.” he teased as he gave me the clothes. The shirt was long sleeve and tight, low v-cut and black with silver words on the front saying ‘forever loved’ and long black pants that were business pants with a belt attached. New long boots like his but smaller. And a long coat that was surprisingly not black at all! Instead it was pure white and went down to my ankles. It was furry with a fluffy hood that had dark brown fur. I changed and came out from the bathroom to show him, he was sitting on the bed waiting, he smiled as he saw me, the coat had matching gloves so I wouldn't have frozen hands. I looked like a snow princess. Good thing though, it was snowing outside in New York. We walked out and he gave the key card back and I stood outside letting the snow fall on me, I walked around and listened to the snow crunch under my boots. I heard him coming but I didn’t expect him to pick me up and walk us to the bike like that! He got on and put me on backwards, I was facing him on it and kinda sitting in his lap with my legs over his and my boots resting on the back pegs. I wanted to turn around but he started the bike and began to move it. “wait! I’m not sitting right!” I said trying to fix myself, I could ride like that but not with him! Not like this! he laughed as he drove through the snow like it wasn’t even there.

To late I couldn’t fix myself I had to sit on him like that. Damn it! But when the wind hit my uncovered head I shivered, he pulled my hood over me and I pushed my cheek to his chest, I could hear him laughing. I rolled my eyes but stayed that way.