Bewitched...(Boyxboy)

Damien's P.O.V.

The world around me was silent, aside from my bare feet hitting the ground benieth me as I ran. My breath was comming out in short, hot bursts, and yet I still felt free. 

"Damien!" I heard Shayne cry from somewhere behind me. "Slow down, you idiot!" 

I laughed, comming to an abrut stop and leaning agenst a tree. When I heard the soft patting of Shayne's feet, I smirked. Her blonde hair was comming loose of her hair tie, and her cheeks were red from running. She stopped in front of me, holding her sides as she tried to catch her breath, tossing her head back. 

"You...suck." she panted, breath slowly beginning to come back to her. 

"Well, hello to you, too." I said, my boyish smirk painted across my lips.

She glared at me. "Shut...up....blondie. Or you're so...gonna get it...later. You know how I feel...about running. Espically if I have to chase after you, and not in wolf form."

I laughed. "What kinda wolf are you?"

"A better one than you."  she said with a smirk. "I'm not the one who almost set the house on fire, Damien."

I rolled my eyes. "It wasn't that bad, you know. No one died or anything. The house just burned a little." I lied. She raised an eyebrow. "Okay, fine! A lot! Geez. Don't have to rub it in..."

She giggled, rolling her eyes. She gave me a quick hug before skipping off towards the house. I sighs softly and slowly started to follow, looking down as I let my mind wonder. I stared at the scars that lined my wrists and arms. I shuddered as I remembered how they came to be. The recent memory took over my mind and I pressed my hands to the sides of my head, closing my eyes tight as the memory flashed before me quickly. I could still hear all the noises that were involved. My body shook as i fearded that the exact moment would repeat itself. 

So, I ran. I ran as fast as I possibly could, unable to shake the thoughts. I wasn't even sure of where I was going. I just ran until I was forced to stop when I smacked into something cold and hard. Stumbling back and landing on my butt, I looked up, only to see a guy standing before me. He was beautiful. He stared down at me with bright hazel eyes that seemed to be staring straight into my soul. His jet black hair hung in his face,  drapeing over his eyes as he looked down at me. His skin was pale, his body slender, and yet you could see that he was strong. His shirt clung to him, allowing me to see every crease that made his chest and stomach. All in all, he was beautiful. I couldn't stop staring at him.

"Are you okay?" he asked. His voice sent a chill down my spine, the smooth sound like silk. He extended his hand out to me and I hesitently took it. He pulled me off of the ground and I stumbled again, bumping into him.

"S-Sorry!" I said hurridly. "I, uh, lost my footing."

He chuckled. "Don't worry about it. No harm done." 

I smiled slightly and slipped my hand out of his, taking a step back. I tried to avert my gaze but his eyes were way too mezmorizing. He smirked at me as I stared at him and quickly said sorry again, thinking, "Man this is emberrassing! Get it together, Damien!" 

The god standing in front of me stared at me, his eyes intence as they scanned my body. I don't mean to brag, but, uh, my body is pretty sexy. Hehehe. 

Back in the so-called 'real world'--though I was starting to question that-- his eyes had landed on mine, causing me to blush. Oh, didn't you hear? Blushing makes a guy look manly. Pfft. Yeah right. If that was true, I'd be the manliest man there ever was. 

Somewhere in the middle of my stupid head talking, the sexy guy in frount of me growled and said something along the lines of, "Mine." I blicked and gave him my infamous "Whaaa..?" face, but before I could choke any words out, he pushed me up against a tree, his chest pressed against minehard. I gasped as suddenly his hips were grinding hard against mine, his once hazel eyes now blood red. He tilted my head to the side, keeping me distracted with the movement of his hips. He licked my soft spot before suddenly bitting down into it. I gasped loudly, fingers digging into his arm. His hips game to a stop and blood trickled down my neck slowly. The pain filled my body as he moved his teeth from my neck to the hollow part of my collerbone. I groaned, the pain causing me to see stars. Then, all of a sudden, he filled my head. Thoughts of nothing but him filled my head completely, his face at every turn. He pulled his teeth from me and licked up the blood. He pressed his lips against mine, forcing my mouth open with his tongue, allowing me to taste the blood. His tongue tasted sweet yet still had the tint of iron from my blood. His lips were soft, but stern, letting me know that he's the domanit one here. And I couldn't argue. Somehow, I always knew I'd be the bottom. Great.. Now my ass is gonna hurt like HELL!

His lips became softer as he removed them from mine. He smirked at my blushing face, reaching down and rubbing dangerously close to my neither reagens. I gasped, blushing deeper. He chuckled. 

"Goodbye, Damien. Until we meet again, love." He winked at me, grinning before he dashed off, leaving me in a daze. One word popped into my mind: Lucian. That was his name. It had to be, because everytime I thought of that name, his face came up. But how did he know my name? My sexy, sweet as honey of a name? 

He left me standing there asking one huge question: WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!

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