What is love? (Austin Mahone - Complete) (Rewriting)

Chapter 13 - Colors of the Eyes

I felt two strong hands on my shoulders, shaking me lightly as the boy called my name. I slowly opened my eyes to see Austin looking down at me. He gave his small smile for a second before his face went blank. 

"Father needs us," he said, getting off of me and grabbing my hand, sitting me up. 

I looked at him through the red dim lights and the darkness surrounding the dark walls. I rubbed my other eye as Austin pulled my other hand, pulling up to my feet, letting the long sheet covering me fall to the floor. Austin then dropped my hand and walked to the couch, grabbing a long overcoat for my nightgown. He came back and stood behind me, holding it as I put my arms in the holes, grabbing my tucked in hair and pulling it out to hang over the collar of the coat. I looked back at Austin as he took a few steps to get in front of me.

"Anything wrong?" I asked him

He grabbed my hand and shook his head, "He just has some news." 

I nodded as he backed away, pulling me by my hand until I started walking to him. Austin opened my bedroom door and walked out first, me falling behind him. We walked around the counter, about to pass the stairs as Alex was on the last step. I gave me a small smile as Austin dropped my hand, putting it on my hand. Alex returned the smile and walked next to me as we three made it to father's room. The door was wide open as we walked in, me taking in the room with awe. In the middle of the room was a high round table that made it to our wastes, behind that facing straight was three steps leading to a platform from wall to wall, a throne in the middle of the platform. The throne was built of black shiny wood, the throne's arms made of coins. The back patted with velvet fabric as the fabric faded as it reached the top; a painted scene on top filled with names of the pack. A table sat next to it, having a black rose in a jar filled halfway with water. Next to the jar was a journal and a pen laid gently on top. Father's arms men stood on each side of the throne. 

Once we were in the room, Austin moved his hand and walked to stand next to Robert, Alex leading me to the table, me standing next to father as Alex stood next to me. 

"There has been movement on the radar," father said, his hand closed and against his mouth, his overarm across his tummy. 

"Activity?" Austin asked

I looked at the table, seeing a radar on top of the table in 3D, seeing the land around us, hills and mountains, but it actually didn't look like the town outside, the radar didn't have any houses by it. 

"How long ago?" Austin asked

"Fifteen minutes ago," father replied

"How close?" Robert asked

"Five-hundreds miles North," father replied

"Do you think it's Sheikah?" Alex asked as I turned to look at him.

"It could be," father said, tapping on the radar, it zooming it to see ten red dots, moving towards us. 

"Or Death Regrets," Austin said. 

"Jason didn't call," Mr. Black said

"Why would the Sheikah come here?" Robert asked

Mr. Black looked at me, causing the boys to look at me, "They want to see her progress." 

Austin cursed and turned away from the table, Robert and Alex had discouraged faces.

"That's not bad, right?" I asked, feeling uneasy about it "They just want to check up-"

"They want their newest member to test their strength against you, you are so slow sometimes Candy," Austin snapped turning back around and looked at me, his eyes alight purple. 

The room was filled with silence as shock went all over my face. I felt Alex's body tense, seeing his fist close to me close. I could feel Alex a step forward anytime to give a warning to Austin, but I put my arm out in front of him, seeing him look at me. Austin and I locked eyes for a minute, a burning sensation coming from the back of my head to my eyes, building a force against the top layer of my eyes. Austin's face faded from anger to worry as his eyes showed it too. Father looked at me and put his hand on my shoulder, reassuring me that everything was okay. I looked at him for a quick second, then back to Austin. 

"Casus tuos requiem diu color non idem." father said 

Your eyes need rest, the color can't be the same for a long time. 

And as soon as Mr. Black said that, I knew just then that my eyes had changed color for the first time; a light red. The pain went back how it came, the force disappearing from the top layer of my eyes back to the back of my head, my eyes going to my natural brown eyes. I closed my eyes and shook my head, putting down the arm that was in front of Alex. 

"I'm sorry," I said backing up, "Excuse me," 

I turned around and walked out of the room, all eyes on me. I made it halfway down the hallway before I felt air coming from behind me as two strong hands were placed on my shoulders; the same strong feeling as I woke up. I felt his frames catching up with him.

"Love, Paenitet," Austin whispered

I'm sorry

I kept my head straight as his hands traveled from my shoulders down my arms, grabbed my hands slowly. Even after all this time of slow touches, he still hesitated to perform any touch on me. I'm his weakness.

"I lost control," he said, "I let my anger get the best of me," 

He doesn't want to get to close

His hands moved to my hips as I felt his warm breath on my ear, his mouth open in ecstasy. He pulled my body closer, feeling his torso press tightly againest my back. I closed my eyes, dropping my head down to face the floor. His hands on my hips pressed a little harder, holding me tightly, stopping me from moving out of his reach if I tried. 

He won't control himself...Anymore.  

"It's okay," I whispered, feeling his cold lips press against the back of my warm neck, then the side, making me lift my head back up and open my eyes, staring at the black ceiling. 

"Tell me...You forgive me, mi amour," he whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine and goosebumps down my arms. 

My breath stopped for a second as he hands moved up to my tummy, one hand laid on my tummy as the other hand slowly pulled up the long nightgown. He's getting off on this. 

"I-I...I forgive you, Aussy," I said as he continued his work. 

Before I knew it, Austin was at the end of the hall standing before me, his frames leading up to him. He looked down at his hands and then back at me, seeing his eyes a light pink. His hands were held out in front of him like they were dirty and didn't want to touch anything. His eyes, although they were pink of lust, gave me apologies, like the act he was gonna commit, was no good. We stared at each other for a few minutes before he looked back down. 

"I'm sorry," he said, turning around and running down the stairs, not fast this time, but a worry run like a human would do, trying to get anyway from the murderer as fast as he could. His hands still stuck out at his hips as he ran out of my view. I looked down and replaced his hands on my tummy with mine. And once I looked back up, I felt the force coming from the back of my head to the first layer of my eyes, faster this time; and I knew, my eyes were bright pink.