Save My Soul

My Hero?

I should be creeped out. I should be screaming my head off, but I wasn’t. I was mesmerized by these pair of red eyes. There was something about them, something deep within them that called out to me, a gentle whisper. Astonishment filled his eyes briefly when they met mine, but he quickly recovered and his expression went blank. He stood up and started walking away, his posture looked tense and his hands were in fists.

“No wait, please.” My voice broke on the last word and tears streamed down my face. I don’t know why I felt a sudden loneliness swell up within me, all I knew was that I needed him to stay with me. He stopped and stood there, as still as a statue, facing away from me. I put my head back down and curled back into my ball. My sobs came out more loudly, the movement hurt my broken rib, but I couldn’t control myself. The trauma of being molested and almost raped hit me hard, like a bolder the size of a mountain. The relief that this stranger with red eyes came to my rescue, the loneliness that was swelling up inside me because he was leaving, it was too much for me to process all in one moment. I stayed there in my little ball, crying for an extended period of time. I was positive he was gone by now.

“Enough.” He said tersely.

My heart stuttered at the sound of his masculine voice. He was still here. A wave of relief spread through me. I took deep breathes to try to get control over my shaking body. Slowly, I relaxed.

“Get up.”

It was an order. As I tried getting up, a pain stricken yelp escaped from my lips. I sat back down. A light sweat covered my forehead. I looked up to see he was still facing away, hands still in fists.

“I can’t get up…I need help” I said quietly.

He ran a hand through his hair in frustration and swiftly turned around and walked towards me. He walked with authority, you could feel power emanating from him. He was tall, maybe 6’2’’. His face was as still as stone, giving nothing away. He crouched down to my level. In another swift movement he grabbed my chin forcefully and lifted it up to face him. His crimson red eyes bore into mine with such intensity, I felt exposed. I felt like he was looking deep within me, deep into my soul. I wanted to look away. I didn’t want him to see the turmoil that was raging inside me, but he had a firm grip on me. His stone still expression cracked and an unreadable emotion filled his face, doubt? He let go of me and stood up looking away from me. He ran his hand through his hair again, frustration etched on his face.

“What?” I spoke barely above a whisper.

He tensed at the sound of my voice and faced me. “You.”

“Me what?”

“Nothing. Get up.” He said between gritted teeth.

“I told you I can’t. My rib is broken.” I said irritated with his lack of sympathy and short answers.

“Then heal yourself fool.” He answered irritated.

“And how do you expect me to do that?” I answered frustrated.

He let out an exasperated breath. “I should have known you would be ignorant of your abilities.” He crouched down to my level again. “Expose your broken rib.”

“You cannot be serious!” I looked at him incredulously. His face showed that he was dead serious. “Maybe it has escaped your notice, but I’m wearing a dress!” His expression didn’t falter. Tears started to form. Was he going to take advantage of me too? My tears spilled over. First confusion, then disbelief, last anger filled his face.

“If I wanted you, I would have taken you already. Believe me when I say you do not interest me in that way you foolish girl.”

Somehow this made me feel comforted and insulted. I wiped my tears away as my face warmed with embarrassment.

“This is the last time I’m going to ask you. Expose your rib.”

I looked at him irritably, but did what he asked, or more like ordered. I winced when I tried reaching behind me to unzip the dress. I struggled with it for a few moments but it wouldn’t budge.

“I can’t unzip my dress.”

He tilted his head forward pinching the base of his nose in frustration. “Turn around.”

“Uh…okay.” He made it clear earlier that he did not see me in that way, so I did what he ordered. I winced again as I moved to face away from him. My face burned at the thought of him unzipping my dress. My blush deepened when I felt his hand brush briefly against my skin. He had no trouble with the zipper. He pulled my right strap down my arm, the back of his fingers brushing gently against my skin. His touch brought me unexpected shivers up and down my body. I pulled my arm through the strap, and let it fall. My eyes widened at the sight of my injury, the bone slightly protruding from beneath my skin. I blacked out.

Dante’s P.O.V

She went limp and fell into my arms. Her body felt fragile and vulnerable in my arms. I examined her features more closely. Her hair was as dark as a moonless night and spilled around her like tendrils of dark rivers. Her skin was pale and flawless like untouched snow. My eyes trailed to her exposed chest, she was lacking for my taste. I trailed up to her delicate jaw line, to her lips. I gently trailed them with my fingertip. They were as soft as rose petals, and perfectly shaped into a slight smile. My eyes lingered there for a few moments before I realized I was staring. I mentally scolded myself. This girl is nothing to me. I continued my assessment, my gaze trailed up to her closed eyelids. Gold eyes lay beneath. A trade mark feature of the angels from my world. She’s obviously not a pure blood and is ignorant of her abilities. My eyes wondered back to her lips. I stared longingly. Something within me stirred. I snapped out of my reverie and growled in frustration. This girl is nothing to me! I’ll kill her to prove she is nothing. I wrapped one hand around her throat. Her skin felt soft and warm in my light grip. She’s so defenseless, so…captivating. I let go of her neck to cup her face in my hand. Once again, my gaze fell onto her lips, looking longingly at them. How could this woman captivate me so? I growled again in frustration. Why did I feel the intense pull to come here? More importantly, what possessed me to rescue her? What continues to possess me as I continue to help her, to embrace her in my arms? I ask myself these questions already knowing the answer. I saw it in her eyes. It’s unfortunate for her. I should kill her. It would be merciful of me. She instinctively moved closer to me and whimpered at the slight movement. Something deep within me stirred again. I looked down at her injury and an unexpected anger boiled inside me. I will find that sorcerer, and I will kill him, and it won’t be a quick death. I let out an exasperated breathe. The longer she’s near me the more she’ll continue to affect me. I need to distance myself from her. I looked at her injury again. My eye brows furrowed at the sight. After she’s well I’ll distance myself. I released my wings and took flight.

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