Taken

1

I fall down on my bed, exhausted after today's work. I know I had only been doing some hiding and tracking, but I'm still tired. I'm not physically tired, my body is fine. I'm mentally tired, for more reasons than one. The first reason, obviously, of because of the memory that keeps crossing my mind. The second reason is far worse. It is Acheron Archer. Last summer, he gave me a week's vacation from training. We was sitting by the lake looking at the stars...

"Will I ever see my parents again?" I ask, knowing the answer.
"No," he sighs, "You know the rules, Fyre. You know you have to complete your training, otherwise who knows what could happen."
"Would you believe me if I said i don't miss them?" I continue, "Ever since we got the tattoos, I've stopped missing them."
"It's a side affect of the ink. It links us together, helps you move on, makes you stronger," Ash replies. He's sitting closer to me then I realize.
I turn to thank him for bringing me here, giving me time off, when I stop. He's so close to me that I can't think clearly, and it looks as if he wants to say something but changes his mind. He leans towards me, and I close my eyes, breath catching in my throat. I can feel his breath on my lips when it thunders and we jump away..

A knock on my door brings my thoughts back to the present. I'm in a tank top and shorts but I don't care, I walk to the door and open it, after grabbing a gun. It's nearly one in the morning, so I have no idea who could be here. When I see who is at the door I sigh and put the gun away. Ash comes in.

"What are you doing Ash? It's nearly one," I say.

"I could feel that something was wrong. You're upset. Why?" He replies.

"Nothing," I say, looking down.

He scoffs, "Yea, and I'm Johnny Depp. What's wrong?" He asks again.

"Memories," I reply simply, knowing I can't lie to him.

"You're family again?" He asks while studying me.

"No," I say, "Not my family. Not this time. I'd rather not say though," I blush, looking up and seeing his shirtless chest.

"Come on. Just give me two words," he says, "Quit being so damn stubborn, Fyre."

Glaring, I say, "No. Comment. There two words."

"Just let me help you."

"Just let me sleep," I sigh,"We can talk tomorrow."

"Good," he grins, " we've got the week off."

I catch my breath, thinking of the memory, and he looks at me weird. I play it off by saying, "Awesome, now let me sleep." I slam the door in his face.

Sighing, I go back to bed, but i can't sleep. My mind is on Ash. I've known for a while that I'm in love with him. I've known since last summer, since our almost kiss. That's what made me realize it. After that he pretended it never happened. That we never came close to kissing, that he never tried to kiss me. I decide to take sleeping pills so I can sleep.

Not long after, I drift into dream world.

Acheron POV

Growling, i punch the bag. I need to concentrate on something, anything but her. I almost kissed her last summer, and now I can't stop thinking about her. I went to her room shirtless just to at her reaction. All she did was blush.

With a sigh, I punch the bag. Again and again and again. A few minutes later, I collapse, panting. I have just the week of so that she can relax, so we both can, but I'm pretty sure I just want have some fun with her. I want to kiss her, and not be interrupted this time. I want to do so much more.

I need to sleep, to stop thinking. Taking my sleeping pills, I lay down. I don't need anymore problems tonight. My problems will still be there tomorrow.