Dangerous Kiss (On Hold)

Chapter 6

Arya awoke to the sun setting on the horizon. Although she was a mortal, Arya had situated herself to the clock of a vampire. Her Uncle Horace, her only real parental figure next to Isadora, would only be able to leave the house at night. During the day, he was asleep. During the evening, she may have a few glimpses of him and if she was lucky, she'd get to spend the darkness with him, having him take her around the town and awe her little child mind or have him challenge her against cards. One thing the Arya was astoundingly talented at was card games. Her memory mixed with strategy was killer.

Arya slipped on some of the clothing that she stole from her secret stash in the city and went towards the door. Ripping it open... she was met with a wall.

Her eyes slowly began rolling up to find that the wall was actually a gorgeous specimen of a man. A wall of muscle and power and oh god... that fierceness.

But oh god... that fierceness!! He looked like he was ready to kill her and his large size was extremely intimidating, but yet, he held a cool composure... Arya couldn't gadge his emotions.

Arya took her time in speaking the words so not to stutter and control the instinctive thought of run reverberating in her mind, "Can I help you?"

His eyes just bored into hers. Arya felt a stone settle in the pit of her stomach.

"You escaped last night." His deep voice feathered from his hard lips.

"No."

The freaking vampire then had the audacity to hold up her clothing which had the stains of dust from the abandoned apartment building. Oh shit.

"Well?" He leaned forward, trying to intimidate her with his sheer size and power. It worked since he was a towering hunk of muscle compared to tiny her.

"I-I-I..." Arya took a step back. "Hold the phone! Where did you get those?!?" Comprehension hit Arya like a truck. He was testing her secrets. He could reveal her. The brute force of her recognition fueled an anger that was more powerful than the man's icy-gaze. Her lips curled into a snarl as she challenged her to-be husband as she expected his guilt to flow profusely from him. Her secrets were hers only!

However, only confusion and even more fury radiated from the reckless man. "You do not get to ask questions around here!"

"Ya right! Says who?!?" Spit Arya with venom lacing her words.

The male growled. "I do!"

Arya noticed figures join them in the hallway at the sides of her vision but her pride was on the line. She laughed a joyless laugh, and if anything, a condescending one, and bit right back, "And so?"

"Excuse me?" His voice grew cooler. Arya was positive that if she wasn't burning with her ferociousness, she'd be frozen under his gaze.

She smiled coyly, though her eyes showed her rage, "You heard me, blood-hound."

"Watch it, mortal." He warned.

Arya, of course, was blinded by her heat sparking in her soul.

"What will you do if I don't?" She fluttered her eyes before snarling. "Being force to marry doesn't mean you get to control my life or ME."

"Careful Animosus." His voice no longer held argument, instead victory. That damned bastard thought he won and that she was having a child-like tantrum!

Arya scoffed, "Careful?! Careful?!?" She put a confident hand on her hip, "You were the one who stole my possessions!"

"They are not yours. Everything of yours belongs to me!" His fire was flickering back on behind those hidden, 'emotionless' eyes, and Arya loved it. Her own predator sparked up.