Coveted [New/Revised Version]

COMPLIANCE VS. DEFIANCE

A/N:

♪♫ Took 'em by surprise
Worked my way uphill
They looked into my eyes
I became invincible
No one can stop me, for only I am in control
In my crown, I am king
I love their endless worshipping
I am raw, a dinosaur
But I will never be extinct
So don't mess with me
I'll shoot you down
Don't mess with me♪♫

The lovely little words that helped me write this chapter from DON'T MESS WITH ME by TEMPOSHARK although the entire song can be related to Zairian.
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Despite having her earphones in, Annabelle still heard the doorbell chime downstairs. At first, she ignored it as she rocked out to her music and continued stuffing junk in boxes. It was Sunday—only a day after her parents decided to surprise her with their decision to move. Now that she was packing, she realized she might be a hoarder. She was on box number eight and that was just from her closet alone. But it was all very organized: books with books, shoes with shoes, clothes with clothes, random stuff with... other random stuff.

The doorbell rang again.

"Mom!" She hollered down the hall from her open door. "You want to get that?!"

She waited. Nothing. There were no sounds of the older woman bounding down the stairs. Complete silence. Neither did her father go to answer it.

"Oh well," she shrugged, continuing to pack her things.

If it were important, the person would've called. If it was one of her parents, they knew where the spare was. She continued sashaying around her room as she placed fixed her things. Her long locks swished as she twirled wildly, jumping up and down to the beat of the music. She was about to really get into it when the persistent tolling of the doorbell started grating her nerves.

"Shit!" she swore under her breath.

Anna did a quick check in the mirror. Her face was a little flushed but she looked fine in her current outfit. She swept her hair behind her shoulders then left her room to head for the flight of stairs. She practically hopped down them, clutching her iPod in her back pocket.

She unlocked the door and swung it open to find two colossal men standing on her front stoop. The first was probably six-feet-two or three. All the black he was wearing—from his biker jacket and jeans to his steel-toed boots—made him appear much larger. His wavy brunet hair came down a touch above his massive shoulders.

Anna craned her neck to look up at his face.

She supposed he was handsome—if you were into that bodyguard look. The predatory glint in his brown eyes scared her so she looked at the other man. He wasn't as frightening but there was definitely something off about him. He was a commanding height compared to the former and wore a simple white dress shirt over black slacks and a blazer.

His straight, black hair fell past his shoulders from a widow's peak and he was peering down at her from behind black sunglasses that fit his carved face perfectly. Even though she couldn't see his eyes, his stare burned. Keeping her composure, Anna met the man's feral gaze. One of his dark brows rose gracefully.

"You don't recognize me, do you?"

His voice was a deep rumbling in his firm chest. She could tell that he wasn't from the states by his accent. Her mind couldn't recall when Westmyth last had a foreigner. Everyone knew everybody—if not by name and reputation then by face. As beautiful as his was, it was unfamiliar.