Wickedly Twisted (Ben Drowned fan fiction)

Fine Line chapter 7

Third Person POV
All Tragedy really wanted was to go home.  She didn't want to wake up in a room that wasn't hers.  She didn't want to be the person she was.  She was confused. 

Though she woke up in his room.  Of all the rooms in that mansion.  She woke up in his, and couldn't figure out why.

Tragedy's POV
I jumped out of bed, and realized I was no longer in a huge ball gown.  I was in a long T-shirt with no pants!  I looked at Ben to see he was wearing just boxers.  I was in complete shock.  Did he take advantage of me?

I started to scream, and tried to run out.  He shut and locked the door, and stood in front of it.

"Relax princess it's just us no one else is here."  He said as a smirk formed on his face.

"Did you sleep with me?"  I screamed.

"Yes, if you mean by sleeping in the same bed.  Sexually, no.  Sally undressed you.  Your dress is in the closet.  She didn't have anything to fit you, so she put one of my shirts on you."

I glanced down at his body.  I couldn't help myself he was muscular, and his abs were framed perfectly on his stomach with a cut out V-line.  I wanted to hate him, but for a long time this would've been a dream come true.

I never realized how short I was. His shirt came down to my mid thighs. Now thinking back on when he had me pinned to the wall my forehead came to his nose.

"Why would you sleep with me at all?"  I shouted.

"It's my bed I just happened to let you sleep in it.  I wasn't sleeping on the couch or floor, and I assumed you wouldn't  want to either.  You could thank me ya know.  I could've left you out in the rain to be killed."  He was starting to get angry.

"Okay thank you, but I don't really think you can kill the dead."  I added.

"You're a special kind of dead it'd take a lot of power, but it can be done.  I'm surprised your daddy hasn't surrounded you with guards yet."  He laughed, and the smirk crept back into his face, "ya know I could kill you right now. It'd be so easy. No one here to stop me, and no way to protect yourself. It'd be a fun little game of cat and mouse. Don't ya think?"

He looked intrigued, but as threatening as it sounds being dead sounds better at this point.

"Well what are you waiting for then?" I ask.

He came closer grabbing the sword from the side of his bed. He had me trapped with my back against the wall. His sword went up, and I shut my eyes tightly. I felt a slight sting on my lips then tasted blood.

I opened my eyes and took my hand and touched my lips. He had cut a line down the middle of them.

"What the...." Before finishing my sentence I was cut off.

He crashed his lips into mine. His tongue occasionally grazing my lips. I didn't know what to do. I pushed him off, but the fact couldn't be denied I kissed back.

"I hate you." I spat.

"You kissed back princess. Admit it you liked it. Plus you taste so sweet. I have to admit watching that incompetent mortal kiss you, and taste you made me want a taste. Not to mention you pushed him off a lot faster, and you claimed to his dead body that you wanted his kiss. Ours lasted longer are you trying to tell me you didn't want it." He chuckled.