Bound by the Mortals

Chapter 2

Wasn't going to update but I'm feeling sick *cough* *cough * so I figured "ah what the hell"

Sorry guys!  I've altered the chapters a bit because they felt a bit weird but its for the best!  Xoxo

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I groaned rolling over, only to snap my eyes open, the sensation of being carried flowing through me making my stomach lurch.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to wake you, I just had to get you cleaned up." It was the guy, the one that was standing by the bar. And boy was he more gorgeous up close, damn son . His hair was dark brown and his eyes a more striking hazel at this distance.

Wearing a twelve o'clock shadow on his very strong jaw line, I felt like if I touched it it would cut me...that type of jaw line. His skin leaving mine tingling wherever it met. I suddenly realised what was happening, I was being carried by someone I don't know, in some place I've never been. Crap! I did the only thing any rational girl in my situation would do, I screemed.

"Put me down! Help! Someone help me!" I wriggled in his strong hold, managing to thrash around enough to fall out of his grasp. Only we were outside, on gravel.

"Ow! Holy-mother!" Pain exploded through my butt and I squeezed my eyes closed.

"Next time don't put up the resistance and you won't end up on your ass." He bent down to my eye level and reached for me again. Hell to the no. As much as I'd enjoyed being in his arms, I didn't know this man.

"No don't touch me! Where I'm I?" Where was Julia?

"Long story, can I just get you to my place please, I'd rather not have you bleed to death and have to bury you six feet under, I quite enjoy my grass." That cocky bastard.

"I'll walk myself thank you." My sad attempt to get up took longer that expected before I eventually took on my own two feet.

"Suit yourself, this way." I walked, best I could, behind him following his lead. I look around and spot a large house in the distance. There were large trees, they were beautiful, pity I didn't know anything about trees. I should look into that. The piece of land was huge almost like a farm, just with no animals, or funny smells.

"What happened at the club? I remember the music stopped, water, being pulled...what happened to Wallace?" I couldn't see his face but his back stiffened, the muscles bulging through his wet shirt. That's when I realised I was wet too, drenched actually.

"How long have I been out?" I remember hitting my head, I lift a hand to it feeling my hair sticky, most likely from blood.

"About and hour and a bit, that friend of yours back there took off." I'd have to phone Julia soon then.

"Where am I? Did the club burn down? Wait...did you see my friend Julia? He was walking really fast and I had trouble keeping my head up from the dizziness and keeping up with him at the same time, my bruised butt didn't help either.

"Mind slowing down, you walk too fast."

"Maybe you should stop talking so much and you'd be able to walk faster." He shot back, oh he was going to get it.

"Oh really? Why don't you try nursing sore butt and- woah" I started seeing yellow and blue dots, my head feeling very light.

"Okay that's enough exciting walking for now." He reached down and scooped me up effortlessly, my protests were feeble.

"No" I mumbled into his chest "I'm too fat to carry" this earned a chuckle from him, I felt it rumble through his chest. He didn't even deny it, that jerk. The tingles came back and I wanted them to swallow me whole. Some small voice at the back of my head told me I should be freaking out, that I shouldn't be with a stranger. But I felt so comfortable and he seemed harmless enough, I meen he was taking me to his house to patch me up right? Did psychopaths do that nowadays? Fix up people before kidnapping them?