CRAP! I'm Mated to the Bad Boy!

Kidnapped

The forest was dark, terrifying. I felt chills run down my spine as an owl called out into the night. Harry was nowhere to be seen, and I found myself wishing that he would come out of the shadows. It was a little too dark, a little too quiet.

Well, Harry can go eat a dick.

I thought, still angry at him. Typical boys.

"Something wrong?"

The voice made me jump clear out of my skin, and I spun around, searching for whoever had spoken. I saw him leaning against a tree, grey eyes enchanting in the darkness. They were glowing, almost. Strange.

He was incredibly sexy, I have to admit.

Tall, lean, with a leather jacket and acid washed jeans. Messy blonde hair, and slightly pointed ears. I could see his abs through the muscle shirt he wore, and it made me uncomfortable to look at. They were just a bit too perfect.

"N-nothing." I stammered, a little taken back by his appearance. And a little scared. What weirdo wandered around the woods at night? Well, I was, but that's different.

"I heard some arguing back there, and your eyes are red."

He said, and I didn't know how to answer, instead turning my back and hurrying away after a hurried goodbye. The farther away I was from strange men in the woods, the better.

With a rush of air, he was suddenly in front of me, propping a hand against the bark of a tree. I stepped back, heart speeding up. His eyes were narrowed, angry. But maybe I imagined it, because they softened a moment later, and he said.

"Sorry. I just know that guy back there. Followed him when I saw that he followed you, thought I'd jump in if anything got too serious." 

"Amazing."

I replied huffily, trying to step to the side and get past, but he was still blocking the way.

"Excuse me." I said, clearing my throat, and the guy tilted his head to the side, looking hurt.

"Why so rushed to leave? I want to make sure you're okay."

"Well, I'm fine. so please get out of my way." I said, voice wavering. I looked behind me, kind of wishing Harry had followed me. Someone I knew was much more preferable than this.

"I don't think so." He purred, and I flinched as a hand touched my neck, trying to get him to move his hand, but he wouldn't budge. His fingers curled underneath my hair, and he turned my head up, looking into my eyes. That's when I froze, because I realized that his had turned a deep scarlet. Like burning pits of flame.

"What the-?" I gasped, but he put a finger to my lips, smiling with what would have been a nice smile if it wasn't accompanied by his threatening stance.

"Quiet now. That guy back there, Harry. He claimed you, didn't he?"

I glared at him. What the hell was he talking about? Why was his eyes red? What the hell?!

"You're his mate."

He went on, and I froze, thinking back to the first day I had actually met Harry. He'd said the same thing. What was this?

"Looks like I'm right." He said, smile almost sad as he bent down, grabbing my legs and heaving me over one shoulder. I gave a yell of anger, beating on his back with both fists.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, asshole?" I yelled, mind running through all the defensive tactics my dad had showed me. Nothing was helping at the moment. His hold was iron, and the blood rushing to my head wasn't helping either.

"I'm taking you with me."