I Put A Spell On You And Now You're Mine

I Put A Spell On You And Now You're Mine - 1

This is a new story that I've been thinking of for ages. I know I already have 2 stories on the go but I really wanted to start writing this. Enjoy!

Please let me know what you think.... the info box should give more of a clue about where I'm going with this

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He was chasing me again.

I ran through the woods, branches scratching my face as I raced through the trees

My lungs felt like they were going to explode in my chest but I had to keep running - I couldn't let him catch me

I reached what looked like a small clearing and darted across it to get back under the cover of the trees. As I ran across it I was suddenly thrown back by an invisible force

I heard him laughing and jumped to my feet, desperate to keep going

Again I was thrown backwards

I tried to run in another direction but was again knocked off my feet

I tried relentlessly to run but every time I was thrown back again

"What the hell?!" I murmured to myself, a feeling of desperation creeping over me

The crunching of branches and leaves told me he was behind me

I turned slowly, knowing exactly who I was about to face and knowing that I could not escape

"Alexandra, must we keep this up?" he asked, a smirk spreading across his face as he walked slowly towards me

Even though I knew it was no use I threw myself forward again; like before I was flung backwards

"A simple containment spell" he laughed

Now that I looked properly at the floor I could see the tiny crystals spread out in a circle around me.

He'd set a trap

For once I couldn't see how I would be able to escape him

"What do you want from me?" I asked

I was tired of running, maybe it was time to just give up and do whatever it was he wanted

"You" he replied, still smirking

He continued walking till he was just on the outside of where the crystals surrounded me

My breath hitched in my throat when he pulled a small dagger from the belt of his trousers

Oh god, he was going to kill me

My heart rate accelerated

My reaction seemed to amuse him

"I'm not going to kill you" he said simply

Quick as a flash he used the dagger to cut the length of his palm

My stomach contracted at the sight

"I want your blood" he told me, reaching out to take my hand

I didn't even try to stop him. Instead I stood there, watching him lift the dagger above my hand, everything seeming like it was in slow motion

The dagger was about to pierce my skin when he was flung backwards

He jumped to his feet, scanning the area around us

A figure stepped out from the trees and moved towards me, as he moved closer I could make out his features better.

He was tall with black hair and had tattoos covering both of his muscled arms