Forbidden love, ruled by all #wattys2017

A given

Reagan pov
With wide eyes I looked up at him, his dark eyes that captured my very being. Every breath was like magic, as it told me he was real, this beautiful being was a real person. I looked down, I couldn't give in, in my mind it was just his vampiric nature that captured me. That captured my soul and claimed it as his own. I didn't realise that silence drifted between us until I felt a harsh sting on my wrist; like a tattoo gun the small gun burned my skin like a laser.my wrist red and In flamed as lines were burned into my wrist like property. His property. Underneath the lines that claimed me his were numbers, or should I say number. '1', was burned underneath it, I was confused, but I knew I wasn't in the right place to ask questions.

"Reagan", my gaze snapped to his dark pools of brown as he spoke my name. They were filled with unreadable emotion, emotion I've seen, just not in people like him. Giving the gun to a servant he held his hand out for mine, but being the asshole I am I looked away and refused to give him my hand, like a child and mother. A deep sigh left his lips, he wasn't angry, just annoyed. Taking his hand back he turned to walk away, but before he did he spoke again. " come, I don't have time to stay: I need to get home", he explained as he checked his watch.

Without a single word I nodded and folded my hands over my chest. But before I could even register what's happening he spoke again," that's why I need to get this after party over and done with". After party? Before I could even question what an after party was I didn't notice he started to walk away. Pulling my dress up slightly so I wouldn't trip I walked after him, my hazel eyes scanning my surroundings with wonder and awe. It was beautiful. The hallway we walked out into was filled with beautiful artwork, the rug under our feet matching the drapes. A deep Crimson.

Making sure I kept my distance I was nervous. Scared. I didn't know where we were going. I didn't know where I was going.

I could hear my heartbeat loud in my ears, my eyes darting around the hall like a caged animal. I didn't really notice that Evan stopped, until my face met his back. With a heavy sigh he turned to me, "I'm sorry", my words came it as a jumbled mess of sounds, my voice faint yet just above a whisper. Reaching out his hand I stared down at it, so pale, so cold. " if your sorry then obey", his words were stern, yet forgiving. " obey what?", I asked, my words like silk. " hold my hand", he sighed like it was the most obvious thing in the world. I'll be honest, my mind was in another world.

Placing my hand in his electricity ran through my body from his simple touch. I could see he felt it too by the look in his eyes, but like me he didn't comment. His hand was soft, cold, but inviting. His touch was different from his words. I felt so alone, but I also felt.... at home at some points. His touch reminded me of jakes: inviting. His grip turned tightened around my hand, his gaze locked onto what was in front of him and soon my gaze followed his with curios eyes. A large open door, the door connecting to a large open room and beautiful people dancing to slow yet loud music. A ball room. A proper ballroom. Every woman masked with lace and even man masked the same. The only people who's weren't masked were the maids. I wish I was them.

My felt my stomach turn with every step I took, my heartbeat louder then ever. My hands still, yet my whole body was shaking. If it wasn't for Evan, I would be on my knees as I could feel them about to buckle. I had a fear of crowds. I had a fear of people to be more exact. My grip on Evans hand unconsciously tightened, my eyes scanning the room frantically and at that moment I didn't even realise that Evan had snaked his arm around my small waist. " clam down", he breathed into my ear, his voice concerned, but still as stern as before. I nodded, without any words parting my pink lips. My stomach still turned, but as we continue into the room, I bit my tongue and went on with it. He said he was in a hurry, so we shouldn't be long. I hope.