Beautifully Chaotic

Chapter 18

I swing the blade and feel a smile form on my lips as it comes into contact with the lifeless manican in front of me. 

"Good, but keep tension here and here."  Roan tells me as he points to his torso and upper arm.

Roan was brought in by my mother because she thinks I need to be better prepared. In some aspects, she isnt entirely wrong.

"The sword is your friend not your enemy, you may have claws, fangs, and magic, but a sword is good for when you're drained and those assets are useless." He explains as he nods his head signaling for me to go again.

We have been learning technique and sword combat combinations. I am almost fully healed, although I always go to bed with sore muscles.

Swords are not light weapons and after months of being unable to move prolerly, they are kicking my butt.

I swing the the sword towards the figures throat and make a slice across it causing stuffing to fall out.

"Good, but predictable, your opponent will easily overtake you if you are predictable." He says with a smile.

"Touche." I reply as I put the sword in its sheath and take a long sip of cool water. "I think we are done for today. I'll see you in two days, rest those muscles." Roan tells me as he ruffles up my hair.

He is an older man with dark hair that has grey streaks littered throughout. He treats me as a daughter and a student when needed.

I smile and look down as I let out a soft sigh.

"That was a deep sigh." I turn to see Dylan leaning against the door of the training hall. "I worked hard today." I reply with a smile. "That you did." He tells me kissing my forehead.

"I need a shower." I tell him scrunching my nose up. "I will agree with that statement."

I gasp and lightly punch his shoulder with a grin.

"Ouch." He says as he rubs the spot on his arm. I stick my tongue out at him before he kisses me softly.

"I'll be in your office after my bath." I tell him. "I look forward to your company m'lady." He replies bowing soflty.

"Weirdo." I mumble before putting the sword on the rack and makong my way vack home.

I draw a bath and pour in some bath salts and essential oils. My body desperately needed this to help relax my poor muscles.

I strip down and sink into the hot water. My muscles instantly relax as bubbles fill the tub. I turn the water off as soon as I'm haply with the level of water and lean my head back.

My mind wanders to different things. I close my eyes and take in a breath as the warm water and toll of the training session lulls me to sleep.

"Rosie, we meet again," my eyes snap open.

I am fully dressed sitting in a feild, I quickly stand up and turn to face the dark haired man standing across from me.

"Get out of my head." I growl out.

"That rudeness hasn't gone away yet? Tsk tsk," he smirks at me as he makes his way to my side, "I'm getting closer Rosie, can't you feel it? I know I can."

I feel my breathing hitch as he stands close to me, just like the last time.

"Get out of my face." I tell him. My voice is surprisingly even.  "I don't think I will," he grabs my arm roughly and yanks my wrist up in front of my face. I try to pull my hand away from his but his grip just tightens as heat radiates from his pores.

His lips brush against my ear causing my whole body to tense, "Oh Rosie, killing you will be the most fun in all my years of living. I've never had a more worthy opponent. You will put up a fight. The stronger they are, the more fun it is to watch them crumble," he growls as a claw extends.

He digs his claw into my wrist and slices it. I hiss in pain as he lets it go and I hold my burning wrist.

There is not a drop of blood, my bretahing hitches. There is a number, thrity nine, embedded in my wrist.

"A little parting gift, you're own personal clock. When it hits zero, we will meet again. Only the next time I see you, I won't be in your head." He winks at me before dissappearing.

I gasp awake still clutching my wrist. My eyes fall down and my heart drops. Thirty nine.

I get out of the now cold water and wrap myself in a towel. My hands shake lightly as I dress myself.

The number on my wrist taunts me with every glance.

I push open Dylans office doors and notice Delilah sitting across from him.

His eyes widen at my appearance, I must look like a terrified puppy.

Delilah doesn't spare me a glance. "Dylan. We have a problem." I tell him.

My tone is hard as I speak to him.

"Goodbye Deliah." Dylan says. She opens her mouth to say something but the look on his face silences her.

She bumps into me on the way out causing me to grab her by the neck pulling her back. "Respect is earned not given so I won't ask for it. I will ask for simple manners." I growl.

"Is thrity nine the number of men you've slept with?" She asks with smirk causing my grip to tighten before I throw her out.

"Thrity nine?" He asks as I shut the doors. "Thirty nine days." I tell him. "What?" He asks as I sit in front of him. I show him the number on my wrist.

"Thirty nine days until he's here." I explain causing his face to turn a ghsotly shade of white.

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~scarletbride30