Captured [The Patriot Fanfic] ON HOLD

Chapter 10: A Sudden Change

Blythe jolted upward upon the sight of the Colonel who stood before her, anticipating another brawl in lieu of earlier. Her hand ran through her somewhat dampened hair from the chilling waters of the well that had almost costed her, her life...

"Please... rest." He gestured her to lay back down.

Blythe scrunched her face puzzled at his now calming tone.
"I will not harm you." He added eyeing the amber glow that casted over her, wrapped in sheets of white.
Blythe stared down at the narrow slip of her bare skin underneath the sheets that concealed her unclothed body and positioned her gaze back to him as he slipped off his coat, draping it atop the cherry wood desk.

"Why the sudden change?" She automatically interrogated with both eyebrows raised, flummoxed at his now tranquil demeanor.
He turned to her as he took down the band that held his hair together, allowing his hair just a tad bit darker than Blythe's to cascade over his shoulders and onto the off-white, thin cotton that sheathed his skin; unveiling only a peek of his chest.
Blythe could suddenly feel a flush of warmth and unfamiliar redness flush over her cheeks as he turned his back to her.

"He could have killed you..." He trailed off as he unfastened his belt and shook of his boots that continuously squeaked in utter annoyance to Blythe's sensitive ears.

"And?" She retorted sassily "Your point?"

"My point?"

Goddamnit what is this? Jeopardy? Blythe mentally inquired.

"Why did you stop him?" She then questioned as she collected herself.

"I could not bear the thought of him hurting you in such a manner." He seated himself in the chair closeby giving her his undivided attention; scrutinizing her perplexed expression.

"But, you would've done the same, wouldn't you?"

Tavington leaned forward, his hands semi-folded, and he stared intently at the dilated blue-eyed teen with a glint of fondness in his deepening ultramarine eyes. "Not quite, if I let Bordon continue and I had not intervened, Bordon would have already had you buried."

Blythe suddenly shuddered at the mere thought of the man who had thrusted her into the well.
"What is the difference?" She jokingly chuckled, stunned by his every word.

"I did not have the heart to do so." His head bowed with a visible pang of guilt.

Blythe's eyes softened and her face loosened from the tension that had built inside of her. She was witnessing a side of a villain, she thought she would never see. The raw emotions of the Butcher. She adjusted the sheets around her body as they sat in an unbelievable silence.

"You never mentioned your name." He spoke finally.

"You never asked." Blythe could feel her heart race with such intensity and her skin began to tingle.

"Might I ask?"

She sighed for a moment before proceeding. "Blythe... Blythe Avery." She twirled a lock of her russet wave within her index finger.

"I never heard of such a name." He stood. "Blythe... such a rare name." He plopped down at the edge of the bed.

Blythe straightened erectly at his sudden move, unsure of the actions that followed. His eyes widened in scrutiny, surveying the deepening blueness of her eyes.

"Why are you so fixated on me? Do you have a staring problem?" She sarcastically questioned, still bemused by the abrupt want to even initiate a conversation.

"Did any man ever tell you how ravishing you are?" A slight smile came to his face.

Blythe could feel her face redden but her eyes chillingly hardened into a darkening cobalt. "Quit your lusting." She turned her back to him as she faced the walls. Her breaths suddenly grew labored.

"Something worries you, what is it?"

"You!" She wailed, feeling a jet stream of tears flow down her face uncontrollably. Her heart wildly thumped against the walls of her chest as if it were to burst and fall into her hands. "You treated me so merciless yesterday and now here you are lusting over me."

"Blythe-"

"How dare you even think that I would fall for such an act!"

"Blythe-"

"No! You took a piece of me when you took that father's son away from him. Why such a sudden change? Why!"

"Blythe I-" She cut him off once more.

"You wouldn't know what love is even if it struck you senseless." She cried, feeling a sharp pain within her heart just even mentioning the word love . Until just then, he took hold of her hands gently within his, a gasp escaped her lips as his gentle caress made her blood boil. The sudden rush, the tingles intensifying, she could only look down at the way his warming hands sandwiched her hands in his. All grew silent as he subtlety stroked the surface of her hands. Until he freed one hand, letting it glide over her sore cheek before cupping it faintly within the palm of his hands. His eyes made contact with hers in a cry of desperation.

"Then teach me." His crisp accented voice mellowed down by far. "Show me how to love."

Blythe emitted a sharp inhalation, taken aghast by his abrupt plea. Her core trembled as his sculpted face drew closer to hers, and she couldn't help but gaze down at the hand that held hers.

"Blythe..." He trailed off as he pecked her forehead , lifting her chin to examine a single tear that made way down her face in the midst of the tawny glow. She gently closed her eyes as he kissed the single tear away. The featherlight touch of his lips tingled immensely against her tender skin.
"Such delicacy." He added.

"I'm not."

"You are."

"I am only your prisoner."

"Is it wrong that I fell in love with the prisoner I captured?"

Blythe stared into the glacial eyes of his, no longer callous.

"Colonel-" But before she could go any further, he silenced her, sealing his lips against hers tightly in desperation. Her mind went blank and she could feel her inside swarming with tiny flutters that caused her stomach to churn slightly. Her hands came across his chest pushing him away from her before he went any further. Her face flushed and the unfamiliar redness resurfaced to the apple of her cheeks.

Blythe could still remember herself since freshmen year telling herself, no boys until college. Though many guys in Waynesboro tried their best to capture her attention. Not a single soul had ever done what William Tavington had just demonstrated.

"Why did you do that?" She questioned softly biting her lip in a deep contemplation.

"What if this is all a scheme?" She added to her inquiry, once again adjusting the sheets over her unclad skin as she withdrew from him,only to be lost in the Colonel's dimming eyes of azure.

But not a word was said as he let his hands slip around her waist, drawing her closer to him. Her eyes clenched shut as his face neared hers.

"You shouldn't fall in love with me." She bit her lip with a bittersweet tension to nip this estranged feeling in the bud; knowing that if this igniting spark evolved, a forbidden outcome was sure to follow. It has only been her second day in a pivotal era, and yet within this short while, a spark had been ignited. This couldn't be happening.

"I cannot promise that I will not fall in love with you. Because it is already too late.." He trailed off, cradling her face softly in his hands, sealing her lips with a more passionate kiss as if he had loved her forever and a day. As if she were the love if his life...