"The moment I hated you was when I knew I loved you." -The Author
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"Why the fuck not Avalon?" His face was as harsh as ice, his eyes dark and warm.
"I don't have to explain myself to you anymore" I took my dress again and pulled the soft red fabric up my body making contact with the long cut on my leg.
"I don't-" the contact made me feel strong tingles shoot throughout my entire leg.
"Bullshit, now tell me." I was going to yell but my leg started bleeding instantly I stopped and bit my lip to not cry out. My body felt like a candle when you burn it which may I add was not a good feeling.
"Fuck," he ran close to me and picked me up sitting me on the bed. His arms around me checked for any more injuries which in my case were metal.
"I'm fine, you don't need to take care of me." Even if my leg felt like it was going to fall off I made a move to get up and go to the bathroom.
"Shut up princess, I don't need a brat" he groaned out when I move my dress up to my waist and took my leg with an emergency kit.
"Oh fuck off." I moved again only to get him to pin my body with his. Our bodies pressed together, our faces inches away as I look into his brown and grey eyes.
"Want to do it for me?" I could have swore I would kill him and take his body into the lake but this made me sad,
"Hell no," I try to speak as he clean the king cut on my leg which was still beading badly. "I-I wouldn't do that when we aren't together."
Shit, I wish we could be.........and I should've said that.
"That's your choice amore, not mine" I wish that was true but in reality, I want nothing more than be with him but I can't not when I have a killer on my back I won't be him through more hurt.
"Not mine, I just picked the hardest answer in the book the one people are scared to take." I let out a dog sign as he cleans the large cut on my right leg.
"The hardest answer is being away from the person you want to be with? Is the answer letting a man talk to you like a slut or a whore, you shouldn't have to listen to Nikolai Ivanov, not when you're mine?" His eyes focus on now getting the stitches on my leg right as I try to not wince.
"I have been through worst than words. They don't affect me after I hurt a long time ago." My hand lifted his chin to face me as he closed his eyes I whisper the words I felt scared too, "I'm fine, Marco" my hands playing with his soft curly hair the hard I use to play with when nervous or when I wanted him close to me.
"I hear those words and yet I don't believe them, princess." His eyes opened as he pulled himself to his feet laying next to me on the bed as we both looked at the ceiling.
"Yet, you believe the words I said tonight the ones about you wanting to hate me." I turn to face him on the bed. Our eyes locked and sadness turned in my heart knowing this might be the end of something that just started. Ours.
