Stolen

Chapter 24: Elope

Third person's POV

There was the crackling of fire. At once (Y/N) recalled that the room she had dozed off in hadn't had a fireplace. Fearing the worst that the room was on fire she bolted up in a  panic starting, which was instantly dulled when someone pulled her close uttering gently.

"You're safe now."

"Shadow!?"

Looking up she wanted to pinch herself in the fear she were still asleep, but she could feel his arms around you holding her gently, there was that familiar armor, and her eyes wouldn't tease her so.

"Calm down, you're safe."

"B-but where are we!? And what about Mephiles!?" She asked frantically scanning the room, it was dark besides the fire and she worried he would materialise out of every dark cranny. 

"The Society is conducting a man hunt for him, please calm do-

But she cut him off by grabbing the collar of his jacket and pulling him closer, until her lips suddenly met his. Ever since he left for London she had thought of nothing else than his departing gesture. But she were unsure of what had sprung inside her demanding such intimacy, but she were happy to let it take over her. And at least he hadn't pulled away.

"S-sorry!" She gasped pulling away yourself.

His response was to return the favour, deeper than before. He gripped her close, his hands entangled in her hair, your arms locked around his neck. After a few more seconds of passion they both pulled away, herself gasping a little.

Resting her forehead on his shoulder he refused to let her go, what having just happened being conformation enough of how they felt about one another.

But then Shadow mumbled something.

"I'm sorry..."

"What are you sorry for?" She asked not looking up.

"I'm sorry." he repeated.

"You have nothing to be sorry for."

"No, you don't understand."

"Then help me understand."

He gave a sigh, and for a short while didn't say anything. Simply took a seat on the bed next to her.

"Its my fault."

"What is your fault?"

"Because of me you have ultimately been in more danger than was necessary."

"What do you mean?"

He sighed again.

"I am branded as a traitor, and after that I am recognised as being powerful. And so when the supernatural community learnt that I was ordered to protect you when you were younger, they saw it as a challenge. Increasing the danger."

"Well by the sounds of it you were the best qualified to protect me. But..." you hesitated "Can I ask why you're branded a traitor, I remember one of Scourge's goons call you that the night he tried to take me."

"It's a long story."

"Well I think we've got plenty of time."

He then proceeded to explain his past. Unlike other vampires, he was created, rather than born. Created by a 16th century scientist and wizard named Gerald, under the rule of King Arthur, to act as a companion to his witch granddaughter Maria. However at this point in time life was perilous, due to a law being passed by the king that all supernatural beings were outlawed, and to be killed upon capture.