Guardian

Chapter Twenty-Five

There were several things Blake noticed when she regained consciousness. First and foremost, she was tied to a post of some kind. She wiggled her hands to try and test how well she was restrained and found very little resistance. She noticed empty weight where Gambol Shroud usually sat strapped to her back and remembered that the weapon had broke. As her vision came back she found that she was taken to some sort of empty building like a mill or warehouse. As she wiggled around she felt a tight pull in her side that felt familiarly like stitches meaning she was patched up by someone, her aura already doing its job at healing her. And lastly, and to her discomfort, sitting directly across from her, with a devilishly cocky grin, was Adam.

"Finally awake darling?" He smirked at her. She hated his smirk, it was so different from Yang's. Hers was full of mischief and flirting. His was full of cockiness and control.

"I told you not to call me that!" She hissed.

"It's what I've always called you," he sighed and stood from his chair, quickly clearing the distance between them. He held her chin in his hand firmly. "There was a time when you loved that pet name."

"A time that has long since passed. I've moved on from you Adam why can't you just leave me be?" She jerked her face away from him.

He groaned and began to pace in front of her. "Did you think that maybe I haven't moved on? You think I didn't try? I buried myself in White Fang missions, I climbed as high as I could just to try and get rid of you from my mind but," he gritted his teeth and quickly pointed his sword centimeters from her throat, "you're a problem for me Blake."

"Well you should really fix that," she stared him down, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing how scared she really was.

"You know I tried to do that," he sat back in his chair and laid his sword across his lap. "About two years ago remember. You were just as stubborn then as you are now. I would have succeeded in bringing you back with me if your father and that guard of his didn't interrupt me!"

Suddenly the memories Blake's mind had been repressing flooded back to her. Her father's speech, the tea shop they were supposed to meet at, Adam showing up and saying he just wanted to talk, their argument over her leaving, his attack, and her blacking out.

"You almost killed me!"

"No I weakened you," he scoffed. "You were refusing to come with me, much like you did tonight, so I simply made you more agreeable."

"Why are you so obsessed with me?"

Adam growled at her and opened his mouth to speak but before he could there was a loud commotion outside the building. "Useless. Every single one of them," he muttered on his way to the noise.

As soon as he was out of sight she felt quick hands on the ropes that tied her hands behind the pole. She opened her mouth to shout at them but a warm hand gently covered her mouth.

"Please don't make my job harder."

As soon as her hands were free she quickly faced her rescuer and wrapped her arms around them. "I knew you'd come for me," she cried into their neck.

Yang huffed a quiet laugh and gently stroked her hair. "Of course I did. Now let's get you out of here, your dad's worried," she reached behind her and pulled out something she had hidden and placed it in her hands. "I know it's broken but it can still shoot and it can still protect you if needed. I couldn't find the sheath though."

She ran her hand across the remains of Gambol Shroud. "It's alright. Something is better than nothing. How did you get in here anyway?"

Yang grinned and held up a pair of keys. "I had a word with some of the guards," she tossed them in the air briefly and caught them with a flourish. "Now let's get you out of here."