Cara
God, he's handsome ,I think, staring at the man before me. I had forgotten how breath-takingly handsome Ivan was. It was striking -his beauty. It never failed it amaze me how attractive I found him.
Did everyone else see it or was it just me? No, they must have seen it too. Who couldn't?
Ivan was handsome in a way that was different from the modern definition. Yes, you could describe him as 'hot' but that would not suffice. His beauty was old-fashioned and nothing like the kind seen in today's male models.
The beauty he displayed was a dominating and mature kind. It took over your senses and it was not too boyish -not meaning that he looked old, there was nothing old about him.
A cold wind blew past us but I hardly felt it, the warmth he radiated shielded me from it. The trees swished and I was reminded of my location and why I was here.
How could I have forgotten? Ivan had distracted me from the matter at hand. Liza was missing and possibly in grave danger. A panic filled me again despite the sense of security I felt when Ivan was around.
"What's the matter, Malen'kiy ?" His fingers brushed across my left cheek smoothly. He had seen my worry and was trying to calm me down. He knew me so well while I hardly knew him. The man was a hard nut to crack. Getting him to open up about himself was a difficult task.
"...my friend," I whispered. I began to move away from him but his hold strengthens in a possessive manner, as if he will never let me go. A part of him wanted that, I wanted him to hold me forever and never ever let me, never leave me. "S-She... is missing."
"Oh my God. I shouldn't be here. I should looking for her...What if something terrible has happened to her?" I ranted, worry lacing my tone.
A smil played on his plump pink lips, confusing me.
"Your friend is alright, Cara," his voice was reassuring. He placed his hand on the back of my head, drawing me closer. My forehead rested on his hard, muscled chest. Defying the urge stay there forever, I pushed myself away.
"How do know that? And what are you doing here by the way?" Suddenly I was filled with suspicion. A thousand questions raced across my mind. I needed answers. Now.
I searched around for my weapon but I did not find it. It was too dark again.
"Because she is coming this way along with someone else, Alice is it?"
"What? How do you know that? How do you know Alice?,"
Before my questions were answered I heard another voice behind me," Cara? Where the hell did y-"
Tearing myself away from Ivan's strong hold, I ran to my friend. Liza was there along with Alice. A breath of relief escaped me. They were safe.
Liza stared past me at Ivan. Her expression was blank as she studied him. It seemed that she had sobered up. I found myself questioning her, "where did you go? Are you hurt? We heard you scream."
The ever cheery girl turned to me. "I am alright. You should not have worried so much. I only screamed because I tripped. I got lost but Alicia here found me. Thanks."
Alicia? It was weird to hear Liza refer to Alice by her more formal name, a name only her grandmother called her.
An ominous feeling nagged at me. I brushed it off. Tonight's events had been strange but there were reasonable explanations. We got drank and these were the consequences. What had we expected?
"Let's go...I am way beat," spoke Alice.
"Let me escort you,"offered Ivan. Knowing him, it was not an offer. It was an affirmation.
Still I declined, "thank you but I think we will be fine," I said, declining his kind offer.
"Let me escort you," Ivan repeated, making it clear that he was not taking no for an answer. I knew better than to argue with him, it was equal to flogging a dead horse.
"Fine. Just wait a second while I look for something."
Bending down, I attempted to find my weapon. I had dropped it without noticing some time back. All I saw were small sticks and grass,
"Is this it?" Ivan moved a little past me and picked something up. It was the blade. I received it from him, gratefully.
"Thank you."
"My pleasure." Hearing his deep velvety voice was like having warm water poured on me. Soothing. Comforting.
***
Predictably, Ivan knew his way around the woods very well. He moved deftly between the trees knowing exactly what was where.Despite the darkness, he walked as if it was as clear as day.
The rest of us struggled a bit.
He made sure I was close to him the whole time. I did not miss his hand grazing my lower back as he walked beside me. He wanted to touch me but was hesitant, like he did not want to scare me off.
Before we knew it, we were back home, jumping over the back gate.
Expectedly, Ivan did it as skillfully as a world class gymanst would have. His large, muscled body flew over the gate as if it's weight was equal to a newborn's.
It surprised me that he did just break the chain the gate. Strength was one of his power. So why did he not just use it?
Once he was over, I climbed over and even though I did not ask, he helped me down, placing his hands on waist and lowering me to the ground. His hands lingered a little and I enjoyed it.
Alice and Liza went inside first while Ivan and I remained outside.
"Thank you for escorting us..."I began nervously. My fingers played with the hem of my soft baby pink sweater.
A wind blew past and I quivered. I was not sure what caused my body to shiver like that, the sudden cold or Ivan's penetrative stare that made me exposed, naked.
"You're cold." He approached me but I stepped back like I had in the woods. This time I did not trip.
"I am fine."
"You're afraid." His lips pursed into a thin white line.
"Can you blame me?" I questioned. He shook his head, averting his eyes from me for a second.
"What I did, I did it to protect you. That creature would have drained you dry. They are merciless beings...I admit, we all are but you and I have something...I would never hurt you. You mustn't fear me," he spoke desperately.
Gazing at the wooden floor and no where else, I uttered quietly, "You have to understand, I grew up...in a very human way. I have grown up believe that all those stories are just stories. Now...I don't know what to believe."
He placed his finger on my chin and urged my head up. "Believe me."
CaraI was sat on the couch using my laptop, checking college admissions, so far I had gotten three, none of which I really wanted. To be honest, I had only applied to them in case I did not get into the one I really wanted, Balor.Balor was my dream school and I really wanted to get in. Sadly the application process was a whole thing. First you send in your credentials followed by a few assigned essays and then an interview.All I had to do was attend the interview on Saturday. Saturday because they like to see if the applicant is serious enough to attend an interview on a weekend. A good way to weed off the jokers.Dad was at work and my friends had left after breakfast that morning.Hanging out with them had been nice but Liza had been a bit off. It was probably because of what had happened the night. Maybe a hangover. A hangover was nothing the girl could not handle so I did not worry too much about the issue.The house was pretty much empty. I liked the peace and quiet.There was
JasperThe fire burned furiously in front of me in an icy blue flame. Unlike an ordinary fire, it was as cold as Greenland's icy mountains, freezing you with its touch. It made the atmosphere similar to that of a crypt. Cold and unnerving.An unburning arrow stuck out from the flame. The arrow had been used to light the fire. By my calculations, it had from travelled beyond the castle walls, past the large opening where there should have been a wall and landed right onto the spot it currently was. The work of a skilled marksman. Or markswoman.Below the cold waves was a sign. A sign with an unmistakable message. It was as old as time itself and everyone knew what it meant. Revenge. Vendetta.The sharpness of the points of the star-like sign chilled my bones.This was the work of powerful magic.I stared across the room. It was evening now. Night was approaching. Ivan would soon be here. I greatly anticipated his reaction to this. He would either lose his tempter and break something l
CaraI dropped down, pain shooting through my knees due to the impact, but I did not care. I barely even noticed.Liza's form was cold. Freezing. I pressed my palm on her temple. She shivered under my touch. I was actually thankful that she did. It assured me that she was still alive.My breath caught as I took her in. She was covered in soil and grass. Her clothes -the same one she had worn the other night- were dirty and torn up. Her blonde locks were a mess. She was barefoot. Dry blood covered her hands and feet."Oh my God!" I exclaimed, my palm covering my mouth.How had this happened?Who did this?She was fine yesterday.What shocked me most was the gory cut on her left wrist. A deep anger accompanied my astonishment. I wanted to know whoever had done this to her.Was the work of a human or something else? Probably the latter.I felt defensive and protective of my friend in that moment, feeling a strong urge to find whoever it was that did this and exact a painful revenge on th
IvanShe stood at my side, my hand gripping her wrist. I ensured that my hold on her was not too tight. I had a problem controlling my own strength especially around her. Cara was my greatest reason to remain in control, yet she was the only reason I had trouble keeping myself calm.My greatest weakness and my greatest strength.Her eyes rested on her father who had not moved an inch from behind the long beige couch. His gaze was sharply fixed on me as I held his daughter's arm possessively. He was very protective of her, as was I. I was thus able to know exactly what was going through his mind. Who was this man near his daughter? Why did he speak as he did? What was his interest with her?Their resemblance was uncanny. Their relation was undoubtable. Their eyes were so much alike. They were bright and jade, unlike anything I had ever seen."Can we focus? Liza is not ok. Now is not the time to stare at each other." Cara spoke so commandingly. I felt myself smile for a moment. When the
CaraAnd only I can protect her ,the words echoed relentlessly in my mind.Without knowing what I was doing, I jumped out from where I was hiding behind the wall, at the staircase. I did not care that they now knew I had been eavesdropping. Ivan had probably already known."Protect me? Protect me from what?"Both men turned to me. Ivan's dark grey orbs were glued on me. As always, I felt stark naked under his stare."It's difficult to explain," answered Ivan. He pursed his lips, avoiding my eyes as if they burned his own."Try. Explain." Enough was enough. I was adamant on getting the answers I wanted."There's a witch. She will stop at nothing to...harm you. She wants to...to kill you," he faltered. Surprisingly, my father did not even flinch.He knows."She attacked Liza and if you do not get away from here, she will strike again." The world suddenly feel in, the room closing in on me. Ivan rushed to me but I stepped back, refusing him to touch me.What I got from his statement wa
CaraThe weight of all that had happened that day crushed my chest causing me a physical pain. Heaving, I collapsed onto the plush comforter. The beddings recieved me and comfort spread over me.My eyes shut and I began to drift off into the land of slumber - one of the best places known to troubled people. The feeling of solace however proved to be ephemeral. I was quickly brought back. Remembering that I was not at home and definitely not on my bed, my eyes snapped open. I was far from home.Sitting up on the luxurious queen sized, four-poster bed , I looked around the room again. I had hardly gotten a chance to look around before. Ivan had escorted me here and had quickly left. He clearly had other business to attend to. And it made me feel like... an inconvenience.My room was more than sizeable. It was huge. It was different from the room I had slept in the last time I had been here. That room was on the floor below the one I was presently in.Whoever had designed the place had m
CaraThe water felt like ice on my back. I turned up the knob, increasing the pressure at which the water poured down on me. The water came down on me from different sides - it was one of those multihead showers.I grabbed the shampoo and applied some of it on my hair. A soft honey scent spread in the air. I rubbed the shampoo into my hair then washed it out and did the same with the conditioner.The shower cleared my head and rid it of the harsh memories of my most recent nightmare. The dream had given me quite a shake. It had been so vivid. So real. Every moment had felt real and for a moment it felt like... I was looking into the future.Without even dressing up, I secured the towel around my body and took my phone from where I had kept it in my luggage bag.The first thing I saw upon unlocking the device was the my screensaver, a photo me and my father smiling, eating pancakes at this diner we used to go to before we moved to California. I remembered that day. It was the first day
CaraHis lips were strong and demanding against mine. He kissed me with passion. With need. And I reciprocated every one of his emotions. I tightened my arms around him and deepened the connection between us. For moments it felt like I fed off his passion and he fed off mine.My hunger grew and I became more aggressive, taking the lead. And he let me.Footsteps sounded around me, breaking through the barrier that had been created the second my lips met Ivan's. I tried to pull away but Ivan held me tighter and growled at my attempts to leave his arms."Someone's coming," I warned, my lips brushing against his as I spoke. He was only a breath away. I was tempted to ignore whoever was coming our way and close the small gap between us."Am I not allowed to kiss my own chosen in my own house?" He groaned, his hands running smoothly down my backside. For a second I'd thought he'd untie the knots that held my dress closed. " I shall have you when I want."You definetely shall , I thought.