He was all sharp edges with a brooding darkness that set your pulse racing. His eyes blue fathomless pools. It was like looking into a void. Ice cold.
He was a cold hearted assassin. She was trained to take him down.
A Dark AU Van McCann story (thi...
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I'd played this moment of coming face to face with Van so many times in my head but nothing could have prepared me for the reality.
He certainly wasn't a huge guy in terms of build but he was tall and he managed to loom over me intimidatingly so, his ice cold eyes burning right into me, his lips pulled back into a mocking kind of smile. He appeared to be unarmed, but that fact didn't necessarily give me the upper hand. I'd seen what he was capable of just with his bare hands. If I wasn't prepared to take him out or at least incapacitate him straight away then I was as good as dead. But still I hesitated.
"So... we finally meet," he said, his voice low, and as he spoke he took a step towards me.
"Don't come any closer!" I cried, dismayed that my voice sounded strangled and desperate, frightened even.
That was my first mistake. Men like Van thrived on fear. That was what gave them their power. The adrenaline coursing through my body was making my hands tremble and I tried with all my might to hold my gun steady, but as I saw Van's eyes flick down and back up, his smile widening, I knew he could see my nervousness. And what's more he would certainly use it against me.
"What you gonna do love? Shoot me?" He said, his tone derisive. He took another step.
I instinctively backed up, staying silent, worrying that if I spoke again my voice would betray me even more.
"I asked you a fucking question Lyla."
"How do you know my name?" I blurted out. The gun was positively jittering in my hands now. He ignored my question.
"Why don't you put that away sweetheart, before someone gets hurt." He emphasised the word 'someone' but the inference that this would be me was clear.
My second mistake was to hesitate. Before I could even think about my next move Van closed the small gap between us, wrenching the gun from my hand and grasping the wrist of that hand, spinning me around in one quick movement. Then I was hurtling towards the wall of the alley face first as he pushed me up roughly against it.
My mind whirred with all the training I'd been given, how to free myself when being restrained, how to take down an assailant. Usually this came to me without thinking, an automatic response as natural to me as breathing, but I was helpless as Van pressed me against the brickwork, the weight of his full body pressing into me from behind.
The pain from my arm twisted up behind my back was white hot but I didn't want to show Van any more signs of weakness. I swallowed the sobs that rose in my throat down. I could handle pain. I'd been trained to take it.
"What am I gonna do with you, huh?" He mused. "I suppose I should kill you..."
Why the hell was he wasting his time toying with me? Jason could come around the corner and put a bullet in his head at any moment.
