WITHOUT

He Wants To Be In Charge!

I just had to understand, he was superior. I looked to be a solid individual, but I had a habit of being "magical". I'd said, I was his. He was mine.    He could feel within me, there was no need for anything brutal to be done - We had a connection of sorts.      Ethan looked down at me, but he had to be sure.

Now, that he wasn't "pretending" any more to be someone he wasn't - all past actions/words had taken on a far away vibe.   At present.....There was the "then", and there was the "now".     Had he really been pretending for the last twenty odd years of his life?      But, it hadn't felt like he was pretending. He was "Ethan". But. Maybe he'd been deep undercover, so deep hadn't known himself.

Ethan bent down in front of me again, I didn't look at all impressed with him (And, I'd started to shake) Ethan held his hand out, slight drizzle.....But, the real down pour would be coming soon. He showed the knife to me, I jumped a little. I'd loosen the ropes a bit (I honestly thought, I'd have myself free soon!) Ethan pondered a minute, if he loosened ropes and untie me - Would there be more spells, web-gel or making his hands feel weird?

He hoped not. He wanted to trust me.

Words didn't seem to be his thing at present, he now felt no need for them - A simple action always fixed most issues. And, if that failed, death pretty much silenced things in the end. The dead don't hold a need for words either. I was staring at him with wide eyes....I had been bold with him (The penny was dropping in my head) Clark and I had tried to "restrict" him. He most absolutely had not approved.

Ethan looked me in the eye. I believed, I had good intentions. Only he had the best intentions!

"Ethan? You know, I'd never hurt you, you do - Don't you? Clark wouldn't hurt you either. Ethan. Your not safe out here. Or should I be saying.....Maybe, we're not "safe".

I chewed my lip a minute.

"I keep saying "safe" a lot, don't I?..." I still felt a massive pull to him, but I was feeling a bunch of other things now - And they were starting to conflict with one another. Dam it! This has started all the wrong way, I didn't I just let him "have" me? Like, now....We could have been sorting things out a completely different way!

I flicked my head a bit, moved my damp hair a little. There's a strong possibility, no matter what I did - The "Ethan" I have at present, would still want to be the boss. Maybe, now would be the perfect moment to think of what Stella and I had learned at school. I certainly wasn't going anywhere very fast! Ethan was kneeling beside me, he had a cute puzzled look on his face (He was watching me "think!")

(I need to stop seeing the "cute" side of him. Being "tied-up"....Doesn't feel cute, Trinity!)

The Others are all powerful. A bit like me. They are very intelligent beings, but due to their power - They can be bit arrogant, impulsive. They present as childlike, they are innocent. But, they aren't stupid by any stretch of the imagination. They function well independently, but require support. The "support" needs to be understanding, firm....Respectful.

RESPECTFUL : Were in bold letters.

Never make fun, never insult, never harm. They can kill.

(Ethan was giving me a small frown, he wasn't appreciating my thinking to myself. Something told me, if I stayed verbalising my annoyance at him - At least he knew where he stood!)