He was all sharp edges with a brooding darkness that set your pulse racing. His eyes blue fathomless pools. It was like looking into a void. Ice cold.
He was a cold hearted assassin. She was trained to take him down.
A Dark AU Van McCann story (thi...
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As soon as the train pulled away from the platform at St Pancras I placed the call to Alex, instructing her to alert the agency about the attack in my hotel room. I knew that the story that I'd fled in fear of a further attack seemed unlikely, I was never one to run from danger, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that the agency wouldn't know my next move. They wouldn't see me coming.
I hung up, staring at my phone for a moment. Pretty soon word would get around that I'd taken off and then the calls would start up. I had a story formulated in my mind. I'd panicked and sought refuge at my aunt's house on the South East Coast.
It wouldn't be long before the arrival of dawn, the deep violet night sky already stained on the horizon with a hint of pink from the still hidden sun. My eyes stung and my head felt foggy from lack of sleep. My thoughts strayed to Van and my heart felt heavy with the weight of my broken promises. All that he wanted was to keep me safe, and yet here I was once again, blatantly walking into the face of danger against his will. Unease shot through me at the thought of his reaction when he found out and I felt the tension seep into my already taut muscles.
My body still ached with the memory of him but it was a good ache, my limbs tight, the bruises that littered my skin, the throb between my legs. He'd temporarily satisfied something in me that I'd been yearning for, but still it wasn't enough. The more I tasted the forbidden fruit, the more I craved it. Our fleeting encounters, no matter how passionate, just weren't enough. And they never would be.
My mind tried to conceptualise a life in some distant parallel universe where Van and I might have actually stood a chance at some kind of happiness together, but the notion was so inconceivable it just added to my pain. I tried to push the thoughts away and focused on my next move instead. I screwed my eyes shut tight, letting my phone fall into my lap and I tipped my head back on the seat rest, letting the steady rocking of the train lull me.
The comfort that the thick blanket of sleep promised was just starting to envelope me when my phone erupted into life, ringing shrilly in my lap. I jolted sharply in my seat, sending my phone crashing to the floor of the carriage where it skittered under the seat in front.
"Shit!" I cursed out loud, ignoring the disapproving tutting noise from a gnarled-looking elderly man sitting in the adjacent seat across the aisle.
I bent down to grab my phone just before it rang off, but then as soon as it fell silent it started ringing again. Paul's name lit up the display and my heart started pounding.
You can't trust anyone...
"Fucks sake," I muttered, scowling at my disgruntled fellow passenger who was shaking his head, swiftly ending the call.
Immediately my phone started ringing again and I flicked the switch on the side, silencing it. It just vibrated in my hands instead, Paul's name glaring out at me once again. I tossed my phone on to the seat next to me, my vision blurring now as the tears started to gather. How the hell was I going to confront him face to face if I couldn't even speak to him on the phone?
