The Fiancé from Hell

Chapter 5

Alana hummed along to her CD. Kristina had always told her that she had the weirdest taste in music. Even her phone has the strangest playlist of various artists. Who she listened to now was Paolo Nutini,

"Darling I'll bathe your skin,

I'll even wash your clothes...

Just give me some candy

Before I go...."

There was something about that song that had her stomach in nervous, loving knots. What it was, she had no idea. But then her mind was clouded with a chain of thought that threatened to stain her cheeks with tears,

"I'll be there

Waiting for you..."

That line. That one line made her think of someone she left.. Someone she loved.

And still loves.

Alana shook her head.

"Get over yourself, and your petty problems."

She thought to herself. Why she was so sharp and bitter to herself was bewildering.

But then something caught her attention.

The silence.

She dried her hands and walked over to the music player.

Funny, she thought, it's off...

She turned it on at the wall again, wondering who had turned it off, and then she spotted a shadow out of the corner of her eye. She slowly raised her torso and stood straight up, looking out of the window. Her feet quietly stepped towards the window but then she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

There was someone behind her.

"Kristina, stop trying to scare me... 'Cause it'a not working.."

"But the fear is so obvious in your voice, sweetheart. Why deny it?"

The velvet purring of a male's voice made Alana's heart grow cold and her chest clench. Before she could scream for help, the person behind her turned her by the waist, had covered her mouth and nose and had her pinned against the cold wall beside the window.

Alana couldn't help but gasp in shock, pain, and utter surprise.

The one who had her pressed against the wall was way over five foot five, but not quite six feet, in height. He was semi-muscular and had tanned skin that made Alana's look white as a sheet. His hair was messy, but a sexy messy, and a dirty blond. But what had Alana shocked the most were his eyes. They were an amazing, piercing green but had the slightest ring of a fiery red around the iris, and the red shimmered, like a roaring fire.

But... He was an obvious teen.

He smirked at Alana's expression. He knew his eyes were always a shock to everyone he encountered. He leaned in and whispered in a low, velvet voice that increased Alana's breathing rate. Why wasn't she shoving him away? Even struggling to get out of his grasp?

"Don't bother, sweetheart. You'll fail at even attempting it."

It was like he could read her mind.. It wasn't a comforting thought.

Alana's voice was low, even weak as she replied, for reasons she didn't understand. Even her head was light, like she had just done a cartwheel,

"Who... Who are you? What do you want? Why are yo--"

He silenced her with a look, his smirk wiped from his face, replaced with a look of discontent and he moved away from her. She felt so weak but she didn't sink to her knees, and that confused her,

"You ask too many questions, sunshine. I'll tell you when I have to. Right now though, I don't,"

His smirk stopped her breathing. It looked so evil. Unkind. Distrusting. Was that even possible?

Alana found her voice, as low as it was, and she asked him warily,

"What's your name?"

"My name... Is Lucas.."