Printed

Two - Black Vickler

Walking into my room I cringe, ugh pink carpets. This may sound spoiled but I did ask for a nice cream colored carpet and what did I get? Pink, because it's a girls color. I swear the King is trying to get back at me. I ask one question and suddenly I'm a terrible person! I'm not the only one that wants to know. Ever since he left the Born and joined us (the Printed) everyone has wondered why. The curiosity only grew as he climbed the ranks. As King the people should know and trust him. Not to mention me. I've been in his corner since the beginning. As Head of the Council I have a right to know!

Sighing I turn the light on. I'm not stupid I know the Born want to kill me. And I know the best time to do that would be at night and i'll be damned if i'm going to trip during a fight because I can't see! Changing quickly I climb into my modest bed. After 117 years and many Printed bodies I've come to realize you feel a lot less empty when half of your bed isn't also empty.

At least this way I have a reason for not inviting anyone into my bed. Lost in my thoughts I almost don't notice the Born man sneaking into my room. However it's hard to miss a man dressed in black against a pink carpet. I'd have to be blind to not see that. I have to be careful.

This is the first I've actually seen a Born in years. Most have died out or joined the Printed to escape disease or old age. He's quite handsome. Short red hair, creamy white skin. Red 5 o'clock shadow coming up. Very attractive man.

Slowly getting up I make my way behind him. This is who they sent to kill me? He doesn't even realized i'm no longer in bed! Making a fast decision I grab a sword from the wall and slam the window closed. No way out for him now. I hide my blade behind my back as the man spins towards me, simultaneously grabbing his own blade from his back and lowering into a fighting crouch. I assess him. Slowly he relaxes from his defensive state, almost in a trance. He has a sexy figure. Broad strong shoulders, muscular legs, perfect specimen of a man. Not too muscular, not lanky. Slim, very military like. Strong hands... I want him, looking into his eyes I suppress a gasp....

Mine!

The feeling of being complete washes over me in a wave. In my shock induced daze the man must have heard something because he is suddenly on alert, getting into a protective crouch in front of me. Aww my mate is protective! Sexy sexy.

I can't let him leave me. The thought of him leaving me terrifies me. He's a Born. It's very likely that he will kill me or reject the bond. Determined to keep him as mine I reach out and skim my fingers against his bulging bicep. He can leave once the bond has been created, sex is the only way to complete the bond but now he will feel pain when he is away from me too long. It's harsh for me to start the bonding process without his permission but I can't let him leave me. I wouldn't be able to take it.

He relaxes under my touch as the sparks ignite our skin in the to prove our bond. Slowly he faces me with the most beautiful shy smile.

"What's your name baby girl?" His voice is so soft I almost don't hear him.... His voice.... It's the best sound I've ever had the pleasure of hearing and I can feel a blush cover my cheeks... Staring into his icy eyes I nervously answer...

"My name..... My name is Black Vickler." His reaction isn't immediate but when it happens I don't expect it. I don't expect the emotions to wipe off his face, I don't expect to be shoved away from him. But that's what happens. Suddenly he is at the bedroom door, trying to leave.

A cold feeling settles over me as I watch my mate try to get away from me. A humorless laugh escapes me as he finally realized that the door doesn't open for the Born. A security feature. Nothing will open for the Born.

"You want to leave me." I meant it as a question but it comes out as a statement.

"Of course I want to leave you! You're lucky really. The plan was to kill you." I can hear the sneer in his angelic voice and it's like someone throwing daggers into my lung. It hurts to breath. But at least he is showing emotion though.

Turning completely away from him I muttered to myself. "But he's my mate. He's supposed to love me after we touch. He's supposed to help me be happy, do I die now? Do I tell the King? I can't let him kill my mate..."

Suddenly arms wrap around me, and my worries disappear, but they come crashing back when I realize it won't last. Shoving him away I open the window.

He doesn't even look back as he leaves.