My heart stopped. My smile instantly transformed into a look of terror. He took my wrists and pinned them to the wall above my head. Then, he leaned his forehead against mine, pushing harder and harder. I let out a small whimper, and he chuckled. His voice and his laugh made goosebumps rise on my arm. It was dark and raspy. It was almost as if there was a smirk permanently planted across his face.
"You're not going to make a sound." He said, slightly chuckling. He removed his hand, uncovering my mouth. I tried to yell for help, but when I opened my mouth, nothing came out. He laughed at my expense, knowing that I would follow his order. He snaked his now free hand around my waist. He lifted the back of my shirt up slightly, just to where you could see my skin showing. He dug his nails deep into my skin. When his hands were deep enough, he drug them across my back, leaving deep cuts. I felt blood drip from the stinging wounds.
I hadn't looked up yet. I was too scared. He nudged my chin up with his, so that he could see my face. Once again, he pushed his forehead hard against mine. He leaned in closer to me, decreasing the space between us. He took my lower lip between his teeth. He slowly started to bite down harder and harder. My body shook from the pain. I tasted copper and felt warm liquid run down my chin. I softly cried out in pain, but tried to not let him hear me. But I knew it was no use. When he heard me, he slowly stopped biting down on my lip. He leaned his head a little away from mine. He licked the blood off his own lips and smirked. The clouds now were away from the moon, and it shined brightly. For the first time, I looked at him.
He was beautiful. His hair was a dark, faded blond, and it was swept upward from his head. His eyes were dark. They were completely black, except for the whites of them. His skin was with out blemishes and very, very pale. But it was rough, like it had been beaten and torn up. He scared me, but he was the most beautiful person I had ever seen.
He stepped back and released me. He pulled something out of his pocket. He walked around me and tied it aound my neck. I stood frozen. When he was finished, I looked down. It was a guitar string, with a pick as the charm. He put his hands on my shoulders and leaned in close to me from behind. He bit on my earlobe and leaned closer to my ear.
"You're mine now, Princess."
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Running from Direction~ Niall
FanfictionI rand down the streets, and didn't see him following. But I kept on running. I found a hiding spot in a trash dump. I sat there prayng he wouldnt find me. I gasped as I felt a warm hand touch my back and slowly make its way up to my ear, sending ch...
