I woke up with a pounding headache. My vision was blurry, and my eyes were stingy. Slowly, I began to notice things. Like how my arms were pinned above my head, shackled to the wall. And that this kind of counted as kidnapping.
"What the hell?" I muttered. "They didn't even have the decency to turn a light on?" But sure enough, my eyes adjusted to the darkness. Sariel was tied up next to me. Only difference was that he wasn't awake. I stretched my leg out and kicked him on the thigh.
"Wake up, lazy bum," I said. He groaned and stirred.
"Where are we?" he mumbled, coming to his senses. Good question. I peered about the room, straining my eyes to see.
"I think some sort of dungeon." I replied uncertainly.
"Basement, actually," the silken voice said. The lights in the room flicked on, and I squinted against the harsh glare.
"Hey, in case you hadn't noticed, I really don't enjoy being tied up in your creepy vampire basement," I snapped. The vampire only raised his eyebrows. He had pale blond hair and almost black eyes, which was kind of scary looking. He was the same one that attacked me earlier.
"Well, I really don't enjoy having you in my basement, either. In fact, I couldn't give a rat's a** about you in general," he answered calmly. I almost laughed. I had met plenty of guys like him before. Hey, angels could be bratty, too. Men like him only want a negative reaction. If you don't give them what they want, they won't go away, but they will sure as hell get aggravated. Which was exactly my intention.
"Do you need me to backhand you again, blondie?" I smirked. Before I could react, he slapped me in the face. Hard. It stung, but I didn't show it. I would not give him that satisfaction.
"Nice nails," I complimented him. They were painted black. He admired them for a second.
"Yes, I like them." I tried to keep my tone even.
"If you want to keep them, you'll never touch me again, Blondie," I said frostily. He glowered at me.
"I have a name, you know," he told me irratably. I rolled my eyes.
"I don't think you told me what it was," I pointed out.
"Erick," he said, offering me his hand to shake. But then he grinned.
"Oh, that's right, you can't move your arms. My bad," he taunted me. My hands clenched into fists. Erick slowly leaned down until he was face to face with me.
"Now tell me, how were you strong enough to backhand me? Are you a werewolf? Vampire? What?" he demanded. I snorted.
"None of the above," I said smugly. He growled in frustration.
"Tell me, or you'll be in so much pain you won't be able to move for a month," he threatened. I smiled.
"Nice try, but no." His fist flew into my jaw, and I tasted blood in my mouth.
"Tell me what you are," he screamed in my face. In return, I spat blood in his. He jumped back, wiping furiously at his eyes. When he opened them again, I was staring at a glare full of absolute hatred.
"Erick, that's enough," a strong voice commanded. Erick whipped around. A man was standing in the doorway. He had raven colored hair and ice-blue eyes, complimented with pale skin. He was kind of hot, if I was being honest with myself.
"She's not talking," Erick accused, pointing a finger at me. I rolled my eyes.
"Bite me." The raven-haired man raised an eyebrow.
"Are you offering?" he smirked. I shook my head.
"No thanks, leech. Now, if you or your blood sucking friend would let me out, that would be greatly appreciated," I commented dryly. Amusement danced in the raven-haired man's eyes.
"Not just yet. You see, you haven't told us what you are. And your friend hasn't either," he said. Friend? Oh, he means Sariel. I glanced over at my father. He was wide awake now, gaze focused intently on Erick.
"Don't tell them, Sariel," I said firmly. He narrowed his eyes. Oh, crap, I gave away his name.
"Sariel, hmm?" the raven-haired man said. Wow. Raven-haired man is way too long, so I'm just gonna call him Raven until I learn his actual name. Anyways, Raven smiled.
"What does that fascinating name mean, I wonder," Raven mused. "Erick, go figure it out." Erick shot me a scowl, then stalked out of the room. What an idiot. Raven knelt in front of me.
"What's your name, sweetheart?" Raven said. I stared at him.
"Tell me yours first, Raven," I suggested. He narrowed his eyes in confusion.
"What did you just call me?" he asked. I blushed.
"That's what I decided to call you. You know, since I didn't know your actual name," I explained, feeling embarassed. He laughed.
"What's funny?" I snapped. He just kept on laughing.
"Raven...is....actually...my...name," he said in between laughs. I laughed, too. Suddenley, Erick came back in the room.
"Guardian Angel," he said triumphantly. Raven turned around.
"What?"
"Guardian Angel. That's what Sariel means," he explained. My father coughed.
"It doesn't mean anything, really," Sariel assured him.
"You're an angel," Raven said to me. I laughed.
"That's one hell of a pick up line," I replied. He grabbed me by the front of the shirt.
"Tell me if it's true," he hissed in my ear. I swallowed.
"It's true," I whispered. He released me, a look of grim triumph on his face. But there was something else there, too. Something I couldn't quite place. Wonder?
"Tell the rest that she's here," Raven ordered calmly. Erick bowed his head and left the room.
"Wait, what do you mean?" I asked, feeling panicked. Raven peered at me.
"I guess you don't know, do you?" he asked.
"Know what?" I demanded, fed up with all the cryptic crap. Raven stared directly into my eyes, unblinking.
"That we are all destined to love you."
Ooooh, snap. What does Raven mean? Don't know, do ya? Guess you're gonna have to read to find out. Please rate and comment, and all that crap. I apologize for any errors. My fingers will just not co-operate today. Love ya!
Katie
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