The Demise of Izzy Stark (#1 in Deadly Series)

chapter fifteen: my past with the enemy

Jared Padalecki as the Titan Perseus 

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"Who are you?" The man was freakishly tall, even taller than Jacen and he was handsome. His skin was olive. His hair a dark brown and his eyes were sharp and cool. He wore a grey sweater underneath a black leather duster and brown slacks under a pair of black boots. 

He stared down at me in confusion, adorable confusion it seemed. "I am Perseus. Who are you, beautiful lass?" His accent was strictly Irish, although I could feel a foreign accent mixing into it. 

"Isabelle Stark. Call me Izzy." I replied, with a hand on my gun. My shoulders were hunched and I'm sure there were tear tracks down my cheeks. He saw them. 

"You cry." His voice was soft and warm. "Did my opposite do this? Jacen, the Sin of Wrath. Did he harm you, love?"

"Why are you here?" I found my voice, stepping back as he stepped forward. "On earth." 

He tilted his head and watched me with a precise gaze. "He really...what do the Terrans say nowadays? Fucked you up? Yes. Jacen fucked you up."

I flinched backward and whipped out my gun, pressing it to the broad plane of his chest. He didn't blink, just stared at me. "I'm here to kill him, human." The man said in a condescending voice. "He destroyed us. I will destroy him."

"Who is "us"?" I asked, slipping the safety off. 

"The Titans. Thanos, Jacen and I were once apart of a broad, powerful species, until Thanos and Jacen slaughtered them all." He stared at me straight in the face, dark hair upset around his face and dark eyes cold and ruthless. "Your Jacen killed his own wife, his daughter. My sister and my niece. He's a monster. What did he do to you?"

"He...broke up with me...with no reason. Like you said...I'm a human." The man, the Titan, gazed at me with unforgiving eyes. 

"Humans...they are peculiar." He murmured. Then, without batting an eye, he brought up his hand, snapped the gun out of mine and yanked on me until we were chest against chest. "I am Perseus.  It is a great pleasure to meet you, Izzy."

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That is how the relationship began between Isabelle Stark and the Titan Perseus. 

He was handsome, powerful and dear god did he want me. Never mind that I was human, that I wasn't as strong as Jacen or Perseus, but he didn't care. In fact, he began to teach me to fight. Not just defense like Jacen taught me but offense. He taught how to slit a man's throat, kill someone with a double edged sword.

Perseus was my rock in that empty, dark period. But we were found out and I watched Jacen give Perseus a wound that could kill. Before Perseus did, he went through a swirling gold portal but not before saying:

"I will be back for you, my Isa. Worry not. Jacen will fall and when he does, I will steal you away."

Needless to say, I was in huge trouble with the Avengers and the Sins.

Honestly, I didn't care. Jacen was dead to me and all I could think about was Perseus and his eyes, his lips, the way he held me. I was in love with Perseus. I would do anything for him, and I think that's why my friends were worried about me.

The Sins, myself and the Wolf stood around a round table, eyes on the hologram. The opposites of the Sins, their greatest enemies with Perseus leading them.

"It doesn't matter how powerful any of you are." Grayson spoke up. "Lady Lucinda has ten of the most fiercest wolf packs at her command, including my own." The wolf's eyes were hard at the thought.

"We will get everyone back, Grayson." Titania whispered, putting her hand on his broad shoulder. He snapped his eyes to her before gathering her into his arms and keeping her tucked there.

I could feel Jacen's eyes on me but I kept my eyes on Perseus. It was a recent picture and his long hair had grown even longer. His face had a long scar across his chin and he was smirking. I realized how much I missed seeing that smirk whilst he was gone.

"We need a plan of attack." Jacen said loudly. He glared at the picture of Perseus before continuing. "We have wolf packs after us, vampire covens, fae assassins, demons, witches. We will die if we don't do about this intelligently."

"Isa won't." Grayson spoke up.

I flinched hearing the familiar nickname.

"Pardon?" Jacen said tightly.

"Isa." Grayson shrugged. "Perseus doesn't plan to kill her."

"What's his plan then?" I asked solidly.

He looked at me, seriously, sharp eyes dark as he spoke. "He plans on marrying you."

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"You're pathetic, pining over her." The slippery voice came from the shadows. Perseus said nothing, just rubbed his chin contemplating their decisions, their plan. A sigh came from the shadows.

Out slipped a fair maiden with dark hair and a slim body. She wore dark purple and a black cloak, linked together with a black clasp. Her eyes spoke of darkness, of slyness. Her name was Ivanna Ravenette and she is a witch.

Her feet were nimble and silent as she slipped by him and then around him. Her hands slipped around his waist and her head onto his back.

"Stop." Perseus growled, smacking her away. The witch stumbled and fell, legs spread apart. Instead of being angry or upset, she giggled and she disappeared in a flash of black light, appearing on the table, wrapped around his waist.

"Do it again." She begged in a breathy voice. He glared down at her. She rolled her eyes. "Oh please stop being so hung up over perfect Isa. She's human, weak, I could kill her. Perhaps I would kill her."

The reaction was so quick it gave her whiplash. Before she knew it, Perseus had her by the hair against the table, a sharp blade pricking her back. She stilled.

"Talk like that again and I will rip you to pieces." Perseus warned.

Her lip curled into a smile as he released her. She heard his footsteps begin to walk away and she just smiled at the plans before her, eyes twinkling.

A few moments later, two people were at her sides. She straightened up as a blonde haired man tightened his grip on her and the woman watched her carefully.

"It's begun, then?" The man whispered.

She lifted her head and gave out a loud, cruel laugh. "Oh, my fate, it has begun!"