The Blood Pact

Chapter 15: I love you

Arghhh here we go! Warnings here for violence/severe injury/bleeding/physical fighting/death.
We have one more chapter to go after this. Hope you enjoy (if that's the right word??)
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Of course you didn't make it very far to the door before Rumlow tackled you, pushing you to the ground with such force that it momentarily winded you. You wheezed and gasped as he trapped you underneath his weight, chuckling to himself.

"C'mon angel, you know better than most that you can't outrun us".

The adrenaline hit you and you began to wriggle beneath him, your fists managing to land a few blows as you kicked and struggled. You knew you didn't stand much of a chance, but you weren't going to make it easy for him – you weren't going down without a fight.

He continued to laugh hollowly but you could see from his face that it bothered him, particularly when your nails made contact with his cheek and you scratched a decent line into him. He growled and clutched your wrists, pinning them above your head.

"Don't get me wrong sugar, I like them to have a bit of fight in 'em. Gets me going when they squirm and try their luck. But you're going to stop that unless you want to hurt yourself".

You glared at him defiantly, hatred seeping through every pore. You were terrified but mainly you were angry, furious at him for daring to touch you, for hiding in your private space and defiling where you felt safest. You watched him silently, and just when he thought you were docile you hocked a wad of spit into his face. You smiled with satisfaction as he wiped his eye, his disgust evident as his mouth curled in anger.

He struck you between the eyes with his fist and you winced as the pain radiated through your skull. You managed to stifle a whimper, not wanting him to give him the upper hand, continuing your stoic glare as your forehead pulsed.

"See? You don't play nice, I don't play nice" he snarled.

"What do you want?" you demanded, trying to ignore the sweat pooling at the back of your neck. "Why are you in here? Get off me. You've had your fun. You need to leave".

"You're not being a very good hostess" he laughed, looking down at you mockingly. "I'm here as a guest, and I haven't been fed. Surely you know what comes next?"

Your stomach dropped, but your mask remained intact. He must've hidden in here after everyone left and Steve and Bucky went to sleep.

"I thought you didn't eat humans" you managed to croak out.

He shrugged. "Not always. Trying to be 'civilised' like your boyfriend, and his boyfriend. But I'm afraid prepacked bags just don't hit the spot anymore, y'know? Even familiars when it's straight from the artery - they're just too damn eager. It's like eating the blandest meal every day, and I'm hungry for something else. Something I've chased. Something I've caught. There's nothing quite like a real meal, an authentic meal, princess. Nothing tastes quite like fear does".

You watched him, desperately pondering your next move. Your fear was manageable if you concentrated on problem solving instead. If you could just get to the shades and open them, get the sun in here...Was there anything in your room you could use as a stake? A leg from your desk or chair maybe? But he wouldn't let you up long enough to try that. Could you even get a leg off? Would you even have the physical strength to drive it through his chest? You weren't Buffy. Could you trick him somehow? If you could just wake up Steve and Bucky...but how? They slept like the dead. They were dead. You'd never managed to wake them during the day...But if you could maybe just...

"Besides..." he continued, his breathing heavy. "I have been thinking about this pretty face since I saw you in the park".

His icy finger ran from your chin up your cheek, tickling over your nose. You winced at his touch, rolling your head away from him. You felt your limbs begin to tremble with fear, doing your best to steady them.