Every time I Look at You.

Chapter Two

(The next day.)

"Ugh. My head..." I groaned softly.

"That's the norm, Elizabeth." replied a deep voice.

I immediately opened my eyes, quickly regretting that action. My head ached as I groaned painfully. I closed my eyes then slowly opened them, seeing Mark sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked down at me with those sharp, penetrating emerald eyes of his.

"Where am I?" I asked, meeting his gaze as I slowly sat up.

After regarding me for a moment, he said, "At my home in Death Valley."

I looked around the room. The walls were made of beautiful mahogany wood. The floor was carpeted in plush black. The bed I was in was a Queen-size as it was so soft and warm. The covers were also black. He continued to stare at me, his beautiful eyes searching mine.

"Why did you bring me here?" I asked finally, looking back at him.

"That is not of your concern."

"Technically, I'm kidnapped. So yes, I do think of it as my concern." I said, crossing my arms.

He grew silent as his gaze slowly drifted downward, to my breasts. He suddenly stood as I looked up at him expectantly.

"I will send for new clothes and food for you."

He promptly turned and walked out of the bedroom, leaving me alone and wondering...

                                       ~.~

The room I was in was deadly silent and I grew fidgety. So I got out of bed and walked to the large window. I looked down into the yard and saw Mark walking with a large wolf. It was so huge as its height almost came up to Mark's waist. Its fur was of a beautiful pitch-black color. I looked to its paws and remained wide eyed. And its eyes. My God. An icy blue.

"It's beautiful..." I murmured.

I then heard whispering behind me. I gasped and quickly turned as two minions walked into my room; one carrying a tray of food and the other, a pile of clothes and a pair of shoes.

Heart pounding fast in my chest I whispered, "Thank you..."

Both bowed their heads and silently exited the room. I stepped to the items and looked them over. The clothes were mostly dark blue or black as there were five pairs of shirts and jeans. The same applied to the underwear. I blushed as I looked over the bras and panties.

'How does he know my size?' I thought.

Shaking my head free of how he must have looked as he searched for my unmentionables, I decided to wear the shirt with a beautiful red rose on the front. The jeans reminded me of Jeff Hardy's attire. The black jeans had various pockets on each leg. I smiled as I walked into the bathroom. Then I frowned paused. I had always wanted jeans like this. How come Mark knew of that as well?

I took a long hot shower, singing softly to myself. Mark was walking down the long elegant hallway when he heard her voice. He stopped in front of her bedroom door, listening silently. She was singing "Faithfully" by Journey. As she sang, he pictured us together.

He was actually smiling. He silently entered the room and sat on the bed. A lone tear slowly rolled down his cheek as she sang. He slowly stood and walked out of the room, believing in his heart and mind that a lively soul, such as hers, would ever love his melancholic one...