Snow Angel (On Hold)

Chapter Seven: Stay Wide Awake

Hello everyone! Here's Chapter Seven, and in my opinion, I think that this is my best written chapter yet! Sorry if it is a little heavy, but the moment called for it! Anyway, what do you think?

Lately I've been thinking, and I've come up with the idea to become a professional writer. What are your thoughts on this?

On the side is a picture of Thyrion in the crowd of the auction ------>

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Chapter Seven: Stay Wide Awake

An eerie silence instantly douses the scrutinizing crowd. The silence doesn't last long before terrified gasps and ear piercing screams ring throughout the large room. The surrounding guards take several cautious steps back as they take in my story book oddities. The chilled air snaps at my open flesh, but my body is too numb to allow a shiver to rack through me. My eyes dart across the room, looking into each face of the people who had come here tonight with the intention to buy me like I was some special possession.

I take in the gloomy faces and deceitful eyes of the people before my gaze settles on a pair of familiar startled chocolate eyes. Quinn still stands in the forest of people, frozen stock still. His mouth is open slightly, as if in awe of what stands before him. He doesn't make any move to come forward anymore, all previous thoughts abandoned.

I desperately want to rush to explain myself to him as guilt washes over me. But why do I feel guilty, of all things? I do not owe anyone an explanation for my characteristics, especially when their intentions for me are very harmful. Quinn has abducted me and has let me fall into the dirty hands of the people surrounding me. I refuse to let myself forgive him, even if he does look lost in the sea of the crowd. I allow this to feed the anger that slowly climbs within me, even if I have to push it in order for it to build.

I take my attention away from Thyrion and place it on my rising anger. I stretch my glossy wings far above my head as the burning sensation of anger begins to tinge my blood. I no longer have to hide, and I have to say that is feels sinfully wonderful. I take guilty pleasure in the fact that the now fearful crowd now begins to scramble from the room like ants, only leaving a select few in the now half-empty room.

My pleasure is short-lived as voice as sharp as a knife slices through the air.

"120,000 orines." My eyes search the dumbfounded crowd until they rest on the same man that had bided on me before the chaos had erupted. A poisonous smirk plays on his face, as if unfazed by my oddities, with only makes me cringe. Despite the pandemonium around him, his silver-streaked black hair still lays perfectly combed back on top of his head. His silk tuxedo still looks flawless under the dim lights and his unnaturally white teeth seem to glow. Though his boldness has managed to halt some of the exiting crowd, the silence continues to drag on.

I only can gape at the collected man standing before me. Instead of being scared or even repulsed, his only thoughts are to purchase me. To buy me. To make me his slave. Not to flee as the rest, or to even take a minute to gawk at me. He has proven himself to be the disturbing man that I had originally pegged him to be the moment I had laid my eyes on him.

The man's eyes never leave mine as his smirk grows wider when he realizes that he now holds my attention. His eyes seem to be blacker than death from years of vile doings and thoughts. Just by looking into the trenches of his eyes, I know that his mind is tainted with fatuous thoughts that would frighten even the burliest man. His dark eyebrows rise as the man behind the booth starts to stutter out a response to his bid.