She Was The Queen

Chapter Four ✅

Roman sat on the counter, silently taking in every ounce of the kitchen. Her golden eyes lingered upon the toaster, the checked tiles and all the kitchen appliances. Poor girl was naïve and unable to comprehend all these new things. She kept on bugging me, asking me what each appliance was. I couldn't help but answer even if I felt annoyed by every question that left her plump lips.

"What is this one?" She asked, pointing at the sandwich maker with an embarrassed pout. I groaned and pressed my head on the fridge. "No, I promise it's the last one," she said, flashing a Colgate smile. Not bad for a village girl.

"It's the sandwich maker or toaster."

"So, you are making a sandwich?" She innocently played with one of her untamed locks as I came closer and opened the maker to carry out my masterpiece of a sandwich.

"Don't you have this where you come from?" I asked, tiresomely arching a brow at her. Her levels faltered.

Oh my...

After I had worked so hard to cheer her up, I had to ruin it by making her remember her home. Her expression dropped and the gold in her eyes dimmed. I wished her curiosity about everything would return that minute but she just looked down, dolefully.

"No."

I never knew how to really deal with grief, being emotional was not my descriptor. I lost my father four years ago due to a... despicable accident but I never went into a deep depression. Mother would cry daily and lay in her bed, slowly letting herself rot away until only two years ago, she returned to help me be the best I could be. The pain of his loss would come once or twice but it never resulted in depression much, I would usually push it away or find a vent for myself through alcohol or women.

"I'm sor-" The words had forced themselves out of me but her head snapped up when she spoke, cutting me off.

"Can I go there?"

"No! You can't leave."

"Are you holding me hostage?" she whispered, softly. We were not connected as yet but I could feel her sadness, tormenting her and promising never to leave. I wanted to make her happy, to feel good. To please her and l-lo-... Treat her well. Seeing their remains would make things terribly worse and I was not going to take her there.

"No." I answered. She couldn't go, now that I had found her. Ugh! These thoughts! I hadn't been searching for her... okay. Maybe I was secretly searching for my half.

"Then?"

"You're hurt. You can't run and besides, I know the Azraels intentions." I warned her. Then I turned around to give her the cooling sandwich. "Can you just stay here for now?" The pull I had toward her, spoke more than I did. I felt myself asking and I've never really asked for anything. I was always given or owned it. Her eyes searched mine, we could both feel it but she kept on denying it. Making it as if I had been begging her and she was just not requiting. The tension between us increased. The pull was like a magnetic field that only existed around us, like she was the only one pulling me. Keeping me alive.

"I know I owe it all to you, I owe you my life. I am thankful for saving me but I...I wish you didn't save me."

That made me tick instantly, slowly tocking to my explosion. She didn't want her life. Did she even know how special she was? I could've killed her on the spot, regardless of her gender. She had been on my territory.

"You wanted to die?" I felt pressure in my jaw. I just wanted to show her many reasons to live.

"I didn't mean that." She shook her head. I calmed down a bit as she placed the plate to her side. I stood so close to her. Her knees were digging into my pelvis and the sensation was extraordinary.