Save My Soul

Blue

I was running with all my might towards something. I don’t know what, all I knew was that my life depended on it and I had to get there before it was too late. Darkness was thick all around me, trying to hold me back. Sweat was streaming down my face, my body was fatigued but I couldn’t stop, I couldn’t give up, I wouldn’t. I was determined to make it to the end and nothing was going to stop me. I could hear my heart pounding in my head. My body was reaching its limit. Suddenly, I saw a figure standing in the distance.

“Dante!”

I yelled relieved to finally find what I was looking for. He turned around to face me. A pained look was carved on his face. He reached a hand out towards me. My heart constricted at the sight. With renewed determination I sprinted towards him.

“Dante!”

The closer I got the farther he seemed, until he slowly faded away. My heart dropped to my stomach. I failed him.

“Dante!” I yelled out as I sat straight up. Instantly I regretted the movement as excruciating pain coursed through me. I was paralyzed for a few minutes. After the pain subsided, I touched my face surprised to find it soaked with tears. I wiped them away trying to pull myself together. I’ve never experienced a nightmare like this. They’re usually about me failing my finals, but this one was a lot scarier. I somehow failed Dante. Dante? Is that his name? No, it can’t be. He never told me his name. I looked around shocked to find that I was in an unfamiliar room. All it contained was a full sized bed with black sheets and black curtains covering the window. I looked down at my body. My chest was exposed and my rib was protruding slightly from underneath my severely bruised skin.  The events of last night crashed down on me: the club, the drinks, Pyslas, and the stranger with the red eyes. Where am I!? Em and Clar must be so freaken worried about me! I need to get home! I need to go to the police! I need my mom! The door opened unexpectedly.

“Relax woman! I can feel your turmoil from the living room.”

Relief washed through me when I saw him, but wait, “You can feel…what I’m feeling?”

He looked at me solemnly, “Yes.”

“But, how?”

“How can you.”

“I don’t know wh…” He cut me off.

“Do you think me an idiot? I know what you’re capable of. I know more about you than you do.”

A smile spread across my face. “Finally! Someone like me! Tell me about me.” I said enthusiastically.

He raised an eye brow at me. I continued to smile at him. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

“Relax big guy! I can feel your turmoil from here.” I said mimicking his tone from earlier. I thought I saw the corner of his lips twitch, but then his face turned as still as stone.

“You’re not like me. You’re like the person I use to be.”

“What do you mean like the person you use to be? Who are you now?”

“That is none of your concern woman.”

“Anabella.”

“What?”

“Anabella is my name.”

He furrowed his eye brows, “Dante.”

I gasped escaped from me. I looked at him with wide eyes. His name is Dante, like in my dream.

“What?” he asked impatiently.

“Nothing.”

“You’re lying I can feel what you feel remember.”

“So.”

“So tell me woman!”

“Woman is not my name! What are you, a Neanderthal?!”

He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, “Woman, I don’t ca..”

I didn’t let him finish. I threw a pillow at him. The exertion caused me to yell out. Again, I was paralyzed with pain, but it was worth it because the pillow hit his face.

“Stupid girl! Did you forget that your rib is broken!?”

He was at my side now. I looked at him ready to insult him, but forgot what I was going to say when I looked into his eyes. Those intense red orbs were looking at me with such concern my face warmed. For the first time I took in his features. He had silky black hair. His skin tone held a beautiful glowing tan. His facial features were sharp and masculine. He had a 5’o clock shadow that added to his masculinity. My eyes wandered down to his shoulders. They were broad and muscular. His body type is what I would describe as a man’s body. It held a muscular thickness to it, but not in an unattractive bulky way. It was a perfect thickness. My eyes trailed back up to his face and landed on his lips, they looked…kissable. I noticed that they twitched at one corner and I looked back up to his eyes, to my surprise there was amusement in them. I quickly looked away. How embarrassing! He’s probably reading me like a book right now! It’s even worse that he knows what I’m feeling! Ah! My face was blazing like a wild fire. When I looked back at him, his eyes noticeably trailed to my lips. Is he trying to tell me something? I felt a longing feeling coming from him. My face probably turned as red as his eyes.

“Wait! You made it clear that you didn’t see me that way?!”

This seemed to pull him out of his reverie. His face instantly went blank.

“I don’t.”

“You can’t lie to me! I know what you were feeling!”

“Then you should have felt how much I long to have you gone!”

“Jerk! You don’t know how much I long to shove your face in a toilet!”

 “Don’t test me woman!”

“My name is Anabella moron!”

“I don’t care!”

“Yes you do!”

“You’re pathetic if you believe that! I could care less if your heart stopped beating!”

“Then kill me!”

“Don’t tempt me woman! It’ll be easy!”

“Then do it stupid!”

That’s when he swiftly grabbed my foot and pulled me towards him. I yelled out as the movement caused me agonizing pain. He grabbed my right hand and placed it over my injury as his lips crashed down onto mine. I expected to feel more pain but there was none. His lips were rough with need against mine. I felt a ball of emotion explode from within me sending waves of goose bumps through my body. He loosened his grip on the hand he held and I reached up to lace my fingers through his hair bringing his lips closer to mine. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and he groaned. His lips felt so good against mine, so perfect. He gently untangled my hands from his hair and pinned them above my head. He pulled back from my lips and started trailing soft kisses from my jaw line down to my neck. His kisses lingered on my neck and I let out a soft moan when he gently bit me. He chuckled and continued his trail of kisses back to my lips. I let out another let out another moan, this time louder when he pressed his bulge against my most sensitive area. He started to pull down my dress that was still covering me from the waist down.

“Wait.” I breathed out.

He stopped what he was doing and looked at me. My jaw dropped at what I saw. Blue. Blue! Beautiful clear blue eyes looked back at me.

A/N: Surprise update! It's kinda short but the next one will be longer :] Please please please comment I have no clue if you guys like this story or not. /:

P.S. I've posted a pick of Dante with his blue his. I've chosen Henry Cavill to represent him. :]