The Edge

My Fate

Killian's POV:

My eyes jolted open revealing unfamiliar surroundings. Out of instinct I reached for the closest thing to me. I was hoping to have grasped a weapon or heavy object, but instead an electrifying energy shot through my body, drawing my eyes to the source. A young woman sat beside me. Gazed at me with concern.

"Where am I," I snapped at her. She responded, but I couldn't understand a single word she was said.

"Where the hell am I?! Who are you?" I asked again. A look of confusion emitted from her face. She spoked again, trying to calm me down it seemed, but the words were completely foreign to me.

As I stared at her, another pulse of energy ran through me. It was bewitching. Who was she? I wanted, no, I needed to know. I slid off the bed and carefully inched closer to her. She drew away, but a raging impulse forced me to follow. I needed to be near her.

I got closer to her, so close I could smell sweet florals emanating from her. Once again, that euphoric energy surged through me. I swiftly realized it was because of her. It was. It had to have been. I had finally found her.

As I studied her, her eyes engulfed me like the waters of a crystal blue lake. They peeked through her hair that gracefully feel like a mess of strawberry curls. The freckles that caressed her face were amplified by her pale, glass skin. She was breathtaking.

My eyes widened in awe. It just couldn't be real. I had to touch her, just to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Before I could, I quickly withdrew my hand. I had glimpsed the look of disgust on her face before she turned away. That infuriated me. It felt as though she jabbed a thorn in my side. Did she not feel what I was feeling?

"What is your name?" I softly requested, trying to shake off my frustration. In that moment, she became flustered. She continued to try and communicate, but I was so entranced I didn't hear a single word.

I was quickly sucked back into reality by aggression spewing from her lips. Her provoking tone added to the aggravation of my inability to understand her. I slammed my hands against the wall, caging her between my arms. My irritation got the best of me. She just scowled and stood stoically.

With a deep breath, she softened her voice, speaking to me once more. She maintained an unemotional expression, gazing into my eyes. I had enough of this pointlessness. I began searching around the room for any books she had on her language. When I found one, I read it as quickly as I could. I ingested every word. I wanted so badly to communicate and learn everything about her. The ability I had hated for so long finally had a purpose. I never thought my skill was helpful in any way, but right then I was thankful I could read anything in a matter of seconds and remember every word. When I finished, I happily turned to her.

"What is your name?" I asked again in her language. I had to know; it was eating at me. She just stared at me with a gawked look.

"I mean you no harm. I'm sorry if I scared you. I was just. . . Surprised." I tried to keep my composure and rebuild the bridge between us, but every time I would, it just seemed to irritate her more and more. It was so frustrating that I regretfully insulted her. My mouth had a mind of its own sometimes.

She started to boast about her accomplishments, trying to convince me that my insults were invalid. Her anger was oddly appealing. I pressed a bit harder, just to watch her squeal like a little mouse. She ranted and raved for a moment, but eventually we circled back to what was important. Her name. I was finally able to convince her to grace me with it.

"Fine," she hesitated. "Maeli Kelia Pavel." Maeli. It rolled off of her lips like a sweet melody. I replayed in it my head over and over.

"Maeli. That name suits you." I smiled to myself. I wanted to scream with joy, but the glared look she had kept me from doing so.

"What is that supposed to mean?" she snarled.

"Strong, graceful, most beautiful. That's what your name means, does it not?" I could see her face flush red before quickly turning away. Did I upset her? I was only telling her what it meant. It seemed I had failed once again at trying to make a connection. This human had my head in a tailspin. She was irritating, yet breathtaking. Of course, my instincts towards her were not helping. It was difficult to hold myself back.

I glanced at the nape of her neck, sightly biting my lower lip. Oh, how I wanted to tell her. I wanted so badly to be close to her. She was my fate. I had to tell her in some way without scaring her. She was human though. Unable to feel the same pull that I had. I would rather die than to have her reject me. If I had my way, I would have already made her mine.

But she wasn't ready. She knew nothing of the ways of my clan, my mission, or the world outside her village. I didn't have to be a mind reader to understand that. If I revealed my intentions to her, I knew I would have lost her.

As she spun around towards me, I adjusted myself. I didn't want her to see me gawking. Since she had answered my question, it was my turn to answer hers, but when I gave her the answer, she laughed at me. I guess it wasn't what she wanted to hear. I had enough of her belittling of me. Did she think I was weak? The only thing that stopped me from ripping her apart when I woke up was the fact that she was my fate. If she was anyone else, she would have been done for. How lucky was I to have a fate that didn't have the same feelings that I had and in fact thought very little of me. I had to do something to establish I wasn't just anyone to her nor could she continue to try and dominate me.

"Do you see me laughing?" I stood over her, demanding respect from her. Her laughter came to a halt. She turned her face away from me, but I wasn't done getting my point across. I slowly and softly cupped her chin with my fingers and lifted her face to meet mine. My heart started pounding. The feeling of her face in my hand was heavenly. She felt so soft. Controlling myself was so much more difficult than I expected.

"Do not take my cooperation as weakness little lamb," I scolded. She smacked my hand away.

"Touch me again and this 'little lamb' with bite your fingers off., She growled.

"If you were anyone else, you would have already been dead." I warned her before escorting and propping myself against the desk. I sighed. The longer I was around her the more I thought about taking her. There was no way in hell I was never touching her again. She could try and bite me all she wanted. She couldn't stop me, and I knew at some point, I wouldn't be able to stop myself.

"They warned me about you. You definitely won't make this easy, but it seems as though I have no other choice." I knew winning her over would be difficult, but not this difficult. It seemed as though I had to tell her who she was and why I was there.

"Who is 'they' and just who the hell are you?" She cried. I looked up at her, leaned into my crossed arms, and slyly smiled. It was time to tell her the truth.

"My name is Killian. I am your Irric. Your fate."