Fragile Fury - (Glass Angels book one)

Fragile Fury - Chapter Ten

I apologise in advance for this chapters sucky and shortness.

Copyright © 2010

Alice Blake

Chapter Ten

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Anna had had a bath, and only realised when she was about to put her dress on again, that the back was so torn up there was no way she could have worn it without falling off. So she had settled for borrowing Damon's Clothes. They swamped her tiny frame until she looked like a child. Not too please, Anna rolled the jeans up until they were mid calf, and then tied the T-shirt into a knot on her side. She also managed to tie the back of the jeans into a knot to stop them from falling down. Damon had scarily watched her every move, Anna wondered if he thought she was going to turn back into that snarling incarnation of a wild cat again. Anna wasn't sorry she disappointed him.

Once dressed Anna, returned back to the room and perched herself on the edge of Damon's bed. They talked about meaningless things, like how Damon enjoyed the colour of the sky in winter when it would turn flame red then died purple, and how he loved to watch the dragons of the east lagoon hunt in fall. "Merciless killers," he called them, "with a thirst for blood and meat that neither Vampire nor Lycanthrope can rival."

Then her stomach grumbled like an unhappy puppy. She blushed ferociously, "Sorry," she said; "I haven't eaten since . . ." Anna frowned. "Actually, I don't remember when I last ate. I think I had peanuts at the bar before Luc got me, but that was it. And that was yesterday."

Damon laughed, "Hold on," he moved from lying down, with his hands behind his head and his legs folded, to standing in one fluid movement. It surprised Anna how someone with giant wings could move so gracefully, even when it was so early in the morning. "I'll get you something so good, you'll think it's too good to be true," Damon grinned before wandering out of the bedroom.

If it seems too good to be true, it probably is.

Anna hoped the saying wouldn't apply to Damon, but deep down, she thought it applied to him, more than anyone. She shuffled backward in the bed until her back rest on the headboard. As she stared at the sheets - even the one she had run to the bathroom in - she thought about the night before. Nothing had happened in the lover's sense. Damon had told her they should be heading back after their long talk in the graveyard. It was past midnight when they got to his room. Claming he didn't want anyone to see them, he had flown up to the mountains, to his cabin that sat in the middle of a snow dusted forest. Not the Forbidden one, that would have been to dramatic.

Anna jumped as the door opened again and Damon walked in holding a plate of . . . "strawberries?"

"What? You don't like strawberries?" Damon sat back down on the bed, he handed Anna the plate who stared at it.

"I love strawberries," she said, "I've just never seen strawberries that are the same size as apples." Damon chuckled before lying back down.

"Go on, try one," he said. "You'll never have anything like it," he smirked.

Anna picked one up; it was heavy in her hand. The shiny red skin was smooth against her fingers. She lifted the fruit to her lips, and took a bite the same way she would have done if it had been an apple, letting the sweet juice flood her mouth.

Damon was right; it was like nothing she had ever tasted before.

"Oh my God," Anna sighed as she pulled the strawberry from her mouth. She wiped the juice from her chin on the back of her hand. "It tastes so good."

Damon Grinned at her. "The second bite is even better," Anna locked her eyes with his as she took the next bite, then another . . . and another. His eyes sparkled with something she couldn't work out. But as he watched her, she couldn't help but feel like a she was the prey; the predator was watching, waiting for it to keel over so it could kill it.

"Have another one, Anna," he breathed. Anna picked another berry up and put it too her lips. She scoffed it down. And that's what her head felt faint. Damon caught her - smirking - as she fell forwards onto the bed. The berry in her grasp tumbled from her fingers, until it rolled from the bed. "I guess the berries did kill you," he said. "Never mind, it was only a test." Damon laid Anna on the sheets before he stood up.

Darkness closed around her like a glove, until she suffocated. Faintly aware of the clod snow flecked breeze that blew through the now opened window. What had the berries done to her?

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Bad, Damon, bad. But don't you just love a bad boy?