Whispers In The Night

Chapter 3 -Mixed POV's-

-Declan POV-

Ow, why did his head hurt so bad? Declan tried to sit up, and found something on top of him. Wait, not something, he thought, someone. He looked over and saw a foot on top of his chest. A face leaned into his point of view and than it grinned. He scowled. After a quick glance around he realized he had no idea where he even was. Panic set in and he struggled.

"Ugh," The man that had his foot on him groaned. "Just stop already. Should I tie you up? Just stop unless you want to die a slow, painful death."

Declan froze and his eyes widened. Suddenly a loud banging noise ensued outside of the room he was in. Some cursing followed and than a banging sound on the door. The guy got up and opened the door. A young woman walked in just as he was sitting up. His eyes widened and he thought he may have drooled even. This girl was gorgeous. Was this the same one who had maligned Mary? It must be, he thought.

"He's awake?" The girl asked, her curls bouncing on an invisible breeze. "Good."

"Yeah. Janil leave?"

The girl just nodded and made a whisking sound with her teeth and the guy nodded. They both turned to him and he started to hyperventilate. He had been kidnapped, he realized. The girl's eyes narrowed and the guy shrugged. They exchanged glances and the guy left. Declan didn't think he went far, the footsteps stopped just outside the door, and stopped. He gulped. Left alone with a girl and a death threat. What now?

-Kirara's POV-

Ugh, now what? She sighed and flopped down on the bed in the room, ignoring the boy on the floor temporarily. She banged her head again, more softly this time. It still made a noise and she winced. A soft meow next to her made her look over. Her cat, Muffin, was sitting on her pillow. The funny thing was that her wolf didn't mind a feline around and the feline didn't mind her wolf around.

"So," She muttered just loud enough to sound like a medium voice. "Let's start with a name."

"My name is..." He paused, hesitant and confused, struggling against the compulsion. "My name..."

"Oh," She whispered just low enough so he couldn't hear. "Release."

"Wait.. What?"

"Nothin'. So, you want to tell me your name, or not?"

"Umm, no."

"Fine then. Fine with me, Owen!"

"Yeah?" The same guy from before said as he poked his head in. "Wha'd'ya need?"

"W-wait!" He stuttered. If this Owen was the guy who had told him he could die, then he didn't want to be around him. "Fine, I'll tell you."

"'Kay. Owen, false alarm," The girl muttered with a grin. Owen rolled his eyes and left with a "Call if you really need me."

"So? What's your name, kid?" The girl told him while she sat up. Her ice blue eyes made his breath catch. "Well? You going to just sit there and gawk?"

"S-shut up. My name's... Ugh."

"Ugh? Nice to meet you, Ugh. Kind of rhymes with thug..."

"Hey!"

"Then tell me. I at least need to know the name of my ward."

"My name's Declan."

She giggled. He narrowed his eyes and glared at her. After a moment her lip curled up into a smile. He rolled his eyes and sighed. He looked around the room as he stood. He caught the girl staring at him. Ugh, now what? He looked out a window and his jaw dropped. Where the fuck was he!

"Wondering where you are?" The girl asked and grinned. "I can tell you."

"No. Tell me who you are, and why I'm here!" He demanded as panic set in for a third time. "Please."

"Fine. Sit."