Bleeding Love

the meeting

You wake to the sound of shouting outside your window, just below you on the street. You pull yourself from under the soft woolen sheets and ring the bell by your bed, the maidservant coming in. you rub sleep from your eyes as you begin to grow curious of the sounds below. 

The maidservant is busying herself with collecting your clothes and brush, you walk over to her. "Miss, i do wish you wouldn't tend to me...it's not quite right for a person of the same earth to have to tend to someone deemed "higher up" than them..", she responds "aah, well thats the world we live in young ma'am, but i do admire your kind heart, i'm sure you'll find a nice young man who does all the same". You blush, trying to shrug off her gestures "i-im not quite looking for one..as of yet..."

 The maidservant gets you dressed, brushing your hair up into a bun, the noises below still loud as ever she scoffs. "Those young street boys, always getting in fights!" you look up from your hands clasped in your lap, "fights?". The looks at you and a sly smile can be found in the corner of her lips,"im sure if you go down you might get the chance to see, i know you're a curious girl, but dont tell your father i let you go, alright?". You get up excitedly, and nod, heading down to the main foyer, and out the door, you see a group of men in a circle all shouting and waving things such as money, bottles of liquor and balled up fists in the air.

 You squeeze your way through the crowd, heading towards the center you stand on the tips of your toes, looking on. You see two men fighting, one a bit smaller than the other, his black hair shining in the sunlight, he doges a blow from the other man, the other man a big burly man, sweat dripping from his buzz cut head. He was tall and bulky, and while he seemed like he could hit, he was slow and less coordinated than the black haired man. As you watch on you get so entangled by the movements of the smaller man, you loose sight of a crouds man next to you, you feel a sudden shove, and you feel yourself loose balance, you put your arms out but no one catches you. 

You hit the pavement hard, your head spinning. You hear the shouting around you and it takes you a moment to realize you fell right into the ring, but its too late, the big bloke is about to trample you, and you know he's too slow to stop it from happening. You shut your eyes tight, letting out a shout of fear, as your heart begins to race, the blood coursing through your veins seems to slow. You pull your head to your knees, balling up in preporation of the big mans feet hitting you. Before you realsie what is going on you feel two strong arms slide under you and lift you to your feet, spinning you around and standing you up right.

 You open your eyes and land on your feet, the smaller fighters arms letting you go as he turns around, hitting the big man in the throat with full force, making his gasp for air as the small fighter spins, kicking the big man in the side of the head, knocking him out cold. The croud is split by the roars of cheers and the cries of outraged boos. The small fighter turning to you and bowning. "My apolagies miss, now, please do be careful, and watchful of your surroundings.". 

He stands taller and you get a good look at him for the first time, now that he is't ducking, dodging, and sending blows. He was a handsome man, seeming to be about the same age as you. He had shining black hair, tousled in most places, a messy nest of hair that you wonder what it would be like to run your hands through. His face isnt sharp, nor round, actualy somewhere in between, his jaw and cheek bones well formed, yet as shaped as they where they had a young, half innocent look to it, like the roundish face of a child. His eyes an odd...brown? No..they seem almost red in the sunlight, but not a dark drown red...no...more of a red so dark it looks black in the shade. 

He smiles slightly at you showing bright teeth, well you assume they would be if they wern't covered in the blood dripping from his nose, and cut lip. For the briefest second you catch yourself wondering what those lips would feel like on yours. You feel your blood rush to your cheeks, your face turning bright red, with an embarised blush. Suddenly the croud scatters and as they disperse, you here the sound of a siren wailing in the neer distance, comming closer. It takes you a moment to realise what is happening but when you do the fog in your brain from the moment seems to both clear and grow in intencify. You freeze for a moment, only one thought going through your head. "Oh god...if father finds i was here". 

Before you can think you feel the man hand slip around your wrist as he draggs you with him towards a back ally way. "Cmon, you wanna get caught? Lets get out of here." you let him drag you, for a second, but you soon get your head unfoged, and start running next to him as he directs you to a area of town you never go, never where aloud to go. You realise what part of town your in...the swallows. You know father would have you beat, and the man beheaded if he knew you where here. 

The man draggs you both into a pub, as you bust through the door, the pub goes silent as all the eyes turn to you and him.the man behind the bar waves a rag at you and the man saying, "Oi, kira you know we dont do those fancy prostitutes here, if you want to get some action with that one go elsewhere." your cheeks grow hot in embarisement and rage, but before you can say anything the man, kira answers "this one isnt a prostitute geoff, she's a noblemans daughter, we just had a ittle run in with the law alright, now i would apreciate it if you would talk with a little more respect for women.". 

The man geoff scoffs and the pub goes back to how it was before you got there, loud and busy. You and kira walk over to a table, sitting across from one another. You sit with your hands in your lap, your head bowed to avoid meeting anyones gaze. "you ok miss? you seem...pale. not used to the rush are you?" . you look up at kira, looking him in the eyes . "not quite, no. I'm not used to the rush as you say...but there are other things I'm scared of that make me this pale...." . Kira nods to you, standing up. "I have to go, do be safe, miss." . you contemplate asking him to stay, but why? You just met him, you watch as he walks away. You get up a moment or two after you watch him walk out the door and down the road a bit, disappearing behind a corner.