Colour Me Red

Chapter 5: Dune

Chapter 5: Dune

I watched her as she made a feeble attempt at fighting sleep. She was probably afraid that I would strangle her or something if she didn't stay awake. I have to admit, it was tempting.

We'd been driving for just over an hour and it was starting to get dark with the time pushing on 9pm. She finally succumbed to the open arms of sleep when we hit the outskirts of the city. A soft smiled played across my lips as her face pressed up against the cool glass, her breath fogging it up.

After twenty more minutes of driving, I pulled up outside my tatty apartment and pondered what to do with the sleeping girl.

I sighed and opened up the passenger side door after climbing out of the car. I undid her seatbelt before scooping her up in my arms.

I carried her up three flights of stairs to my front door as I inhaled her honey-blossom scent.

I shifted her weight onto my hip so that her legs were wrapped around my waist, using one hand to open the front door. I felt the flutter of eyelashes on the side of my neck, so I turned to face her.

That was my first mistake.

Her closeness shocked me to the core. I could see the specks of gold in her bright green eyes.

So I dropped her, just like that; my second mistake.

My mind had gone completely blank.

"Ow," she mumbled, glaring up at me. "What a gentlemen."

The sarcasm was evident in her tone.

I rolled my eyes at her.

Strolling into my apartment, I flicked on the lights before heading straight for the kitchen so that I could start pulling things out of the fridge.

My movements paused when I saw the girl awkwardly standing in my doorway.

"Aren't you going to come in?"

With that, she cautiously stepped over the threshold and watched as I started chopping vegetables with what would seem as a very large knife to a person who thought they were about to die.

I could almost hear the frantic beat of her heart from across the room.

"Are you hungry?" I tried, hoping to calm her a little; take her mind of the minor, lethal details.

Slowly and carefully, she headed towards the little square table in the middle of the room to sit down; her movements slow as if not to startle me and cause me to do something rash.

My eyes were glued to her, not straying for even a second.

"Why do you live in a place like this if you're rich?" she asked me, ignoring my question and glancing around my beaten up apartment.

I laughed quietly to myself.

"And what makes you think I'm rich?" I struggled to keep the smile off my face.

"Because you kill people for money," she stated bluntly. "Isn't it high pay?"

I couldn't help it; I let out sting of laughter causing her brow to furrow.

"Why are you laughing at me?"

"You talk about it so easily," I smiled a little at her. "Most people act a little disgusted."

"I guess you have to make a living, just like everybody else," she replied slowly.

The words were heavy on her tongue as if she was struggling to believe them.

"You're defending me? Shouldn't you be kicking and screaming?" I almost wanted to shake her; the lack of fear was getting to me.

"You know what I want to do to you," I said, dragging the words out torturously slowly, taking a single step towards her after placing the knife down on the counter.

I watched for her reaction, her green eyes bright under the fluorescent lights, her cheeks tinted slightly pink.

"You know that I want to kill you," I went on.

With another step, I tilted my frame forwards. "And that I want to cause you pain."

By now, I was leaning over her, with one of my hands resting on the back of the chair that she was sitting on.

"You know that I want to carve the outline of a single tulip," I murmured, tapping the hollow of her throat with a finger. "Right here," I said, referring to my signature mark.

A gasp left her slightly parted lips.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to kiss her.

But I stopped myself, pushing away from her in one swift movement before the tension became too much for me to handle.

This girl was screwing with my head.

*

It was hard work getting her to eat something. "What's in it?" and "Is it poisoned?" were questions that she asked me multiple times before her stomach grumbled so loudly that it convinced her to consume what she was given.

When she was finished, I strolled over to her and gently laced my fingers around her wrist (a dangerous move on my part), tugging for her to follow me.

I led her straight into my bedroom.

She stiffened slightly.

"You can sleep in here tonight," I said, dropping her wrist. "We'll get down to business tomorrow."

Turning towards my set of draws, I pulled a clean tee shirt out and tossed it to her as a make-shift pyjama top.

Heading for the door, I was stopped in my tracks when I heard her speak.

"That's all this is to you? Business?"

No, I thought to myself, but I didn't say that.

"Yes," I replied, closing the door behind me.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair prior to dragging it down my face.

I needed time away from her.

Her hair, her smell; her very presence was scrambling whatever brains I had.

I really needed a good night's sleep.

After pulling my top over my head, I dropped down onto the couch and let my mind wander.

A/N: Wooooo, what do you think? I know the chapters are short but they will be getting longer! And this story may take a short while to get the ball rolling because there are lots of tiny details that are necessary for it to be understandable! Thanks to everyone who's stuck with it and I hope you enjoy! :)

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