Seized -[Completed]

Prologue

You're watching me from across the room, I know because every time I look over at you you don't bother looking away. Your emerald eyes follow my every move; eyes that I could spot anywhere, eyes that I could lose my very soul in. You're lips, so red and plump, turn up in a smirk.

Oh how I would love to feel those lips graze over my pale skin.

Turning away from your alluring gaze I focus on my friend dancing in the crowd, on the soft drink I've been sipping on since we got here, anything but you.

I stir my drink carefully, glancing over my shoulder I gasp quietly. You're pushing through the throng of bodies, surely not making your way over to me. Shifting awkwardly I ignore you, well I attempt to. You demand my attention, all of it, and I give in. Sensing the intensity radiating off of you, I look you up and down. Black boots, black skinny jeans, some band T-shirt hidden beneath a leather jacket. You don't say a word, and I suppose you don't have to, you take my hand and I follow. I watch you as you walk, anything I can take in, from the way your back moves under your jacket to the long strides your legs take. The cool air slices through me as you drag me outside.

Australian weather confuses me it's so warm during the day, the sun baking you to a crisp, but the nights are totally different. It cools so unnaturally, like cold water soothing a stinging burn the night seems to soothe your body with twinkling stars and chilled breezes.

I should've been paying attention to the route, asking you questions, anything. However, I stay silent. I don't make a sound and I suppose you appreciate that, I suppose it helps me in the long run. After all, who could torture an incompetent girl that follows strange men in foreign countries without a second thought?

You make dozens of turns, quick and sharp, I stumble trying to keep up.
"Could you slow down a bit?" I finally rasp after I've nearly taken a plunge to my death for the third time.

You stop, turning to face me slightly, smirking. "Sorry." Your accent is thick melting over me like warm honey. I inhale sharply, you're from the area I believe I've seen you around in a couple of shops. The bright red hair should've been my first give away, how could you forget such a flashy shade?

Hearing you causes me to gain a bit of confidence, an alien concept known to me. "What's you name?" I mumble, finding it harder and harder to look you in the eyes.

You chuckle. "Yours first, sweetheart."

I blanch knowing I shouldn't reveal my name, yet it just spills out like a tipped over glass of water. "Amethyst." I blurt with wide eyes, shocked by my voice betraying my mind.

"Beautiful name for a beautiful girl." You whisper, tucking a few loose strands of my long dark hair behind my ear.

"Yours?" I breathe, stunned by your fingers lingering on my skin.
You smile, beautiful and earth shattering. "Michael. My name is Michael."

a/n: Hi! Sorry if this sucked or you know, typos and whatnot. I'm excited to get the first story I've ever posted going! Thank you for reading and I hope you liked it, it's cool if you didn't but I hope it wasn't total garbage. Okays, thanks again. Love you guys, I'll update soon<3