Colour Me Red

Chapter 3: Dune

Chapter 3: Dune

"Would you come with me, if I asked you to?" I questioned softly.

She looked up at me with an odd smile on her face.

"I don't really have the choice, do I?" was her response.

"I want you to go and get a drink. Sit down at the table in the corner and try to make eye contact with the guy over there in the chequered shirt. You see him?" I turned her body so that she was facing the guy I was talking about.

"Get him to notice you; twirl your hair, wink at him if you have to. He's going to ask you to dance and you're going to say yes. He'll ask you to leave and go somewhere private. You will follow him out the back door and wait for me there. Tell him that there's someone waiting for him in one of the bedrooms."

"I don't understand," she said to me, her brow furrowed in confusion.

"You will, just do as I say," I said, pulling away from her, displaying disinterest.

She nodded and started towards the table I had pointed out as I watched Billy Carter's eyes trailing after her. In a matter of minutes he was walking up to her and outstretching his hand.

I diverted my attention to the curvy brunette who had been eyeing me up ever since I'd arrived. Approaching her slowly, I allowed her eyes to wander along the length of my body as I calculated how long it would take me to get her to a bedroom.

"Now what's a pretty girl like you doing standing all on your own?" I asked her, my voice dropping an octave to a low, seductive manner.

She smirked at me before twirling a lock of her hair around her index finger.

"You tell me," she responded in a sultry voice. "What took you so long?"

She turned her body to face me, her heavy breasts brushing against my arm as she did so.

"How about we find somewhere a little more . . . secluded?" I murmured in her ear, tugging at a sample of her hair; it was coarse and brittle - I struggled not to pull away.

"I thought you'd never ask," she all but purred, taking my hand and dragging me to the staircase.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Billy Carter gently tugging my victim in the direction of the back door.

I couldn't help but smirk to myself; everything was falling into place.

*

The second we stepped through the bedroom door, she had her shirt off. I took three long strides to the window, glancing down to see my victim standing alone in the back yard.

I turned to face the girl who I had yet to learn the name of and grimaced as she pulled down her skirt. Then, with perfect timing, Billy Carter burst through the door and glanced from her to me.

"Well you're cute," the girl stated simply, sauntering towards him, having forgotten me already.

If she'd glanced at the window to see if I was still standing there, she would have been disappointed, for I had already vanished.

I took one swift jump and landed on the balls of my feet.

A gasp sounded from behind me and I cocked my head in the direction of my victim as I rose from the crouch I had landed in.

"Good girl," I said to her, admiring her obedience as I strolled towards her.

In one sharp motion, she pulled her right hand back in a fist before propelling it forwards into my face. There was a sickening crunch and then my grunt in pain.

I was too shocked to react, I was not expecting that.

It was a simple enough blow to block and yet here I was, cradling my broken nose in my hands.

"What was that for?" I winced in pain as I set my nose back into place.

"I am not a dog," she huffed.

Then I watched her long blonde hair swaying as she stomped away from me and into the woods behind the house.

I furrowed my brow in confusion and trailed after her feeling a little like a lost puppy.

This is new, I thought to myself.

"And where do you think you're going?" I asked her with a sly smile on my face.

She spun on me then, her hair whipping wildly around her shoulders; her green eyes flaring as she jabbed a finger into my chest.

She was utterly beautiful.

"I'm going into the woods so you can get on with it already," she growled at me.

I smirked at her.

"And what makes you think I want to get on with it?" I asked.

Her mouth dropped open at my response.

"This is my life we're talking about, you jerk!" she exploded. "You shouldn't get to decide when I die!" It was like she was on fire, sizzling and spitting at me, burning and blazing right before my eyes.

I couldn't get enough.

"I'm a person you know!" she went on. "With feelings!"

It took all of three seconds for me to get my act together and clamp my hand around her mouth, swinging her around in my embrace so that she had her back against my chest.

I could feel the anger wracking through her body as she squirmed in my grasp.

"I could make your death very slow and very painful if I wanted to, so I'd stop talking if I were you," I mumbled into her ear, with just enough ice to make it threatening.

She went limp in my arms and something that could've been guilt shot through me.

I couldn't even begin to imagine what she must be feeling. Having been left for three months to ponder over whether or not our last encounter was serious of merely a joke, only to find out that the deadliest man on the planet had pinned a target on her back.

I closed off those thoughts before they could expand any further. Emotions weren't my forte.

"Now," I said to her softly. "Are you going to come quietly or do I have to gag you?"

A shiver ran down her body as I held her close.

"I'll be quiet," she replied.

I slowly released her and took a step back.

Then I started walking.

A/N: Sooo, has anyone figured out who wants Ellie dead yet? There's a clue in the description and Chapter 2!

Thoughts? Feelings? Let me know!

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