Mine

I laid awake in the dark for what seemed like forever. If I had really wanted to run from Damien, I could have. Skipping town would have been the best thing. He would have a harder time finding me elsewhere.



It was crystal clear that I was doing a half-ass job in this game. I was hiding in the most obvious of places, a hotel not so far from the club. I had used my own name to rent the room and now I was lying there waiting for him to find me.



It didn't take long. I heard something at the door. A slight scrapping of the lock, then a click as the dead bolt was unlocked. I closed my eyes and clutched the sheets to my chest. My breaths were coming so fast I felt like my chest was sure to explode. I was also shaking madly. Slowly the door opened just a crack, revealing the light from the moon and the streetlights. I heard the chain jingle and then bounce useless against the door.



I slammed my eyes shut again when I saw the door open the rest of the way. My hand was behind my head and under the pillow, holding the knife. I don't know why. It wasn't like I was going to stab him or anything.



The door clicked shut and suddenly a very familiar hot breath was pressing against my cheek. I jumped "You didn't even try, River." He whispered softly.



"Not hard enough." I answered, not moving or daring to open my eyes. I was so scared now that he was actually here.



"I thought you'd skip town and I'd have to chase you down." He paused. "It would have been like extended foreplay."



My eyes rolled back in my head at that thought of that. It shouldn't have turned me on, but it did. "I thought you wanted to hunt me and kill me. Why did you change your mind?"



During our time at the Academy he told me that he wanted to hunt and kill me and see who was the best. Him or me. He said he would give me a warning. This was not what I had expected.



He was quiet for a moment. I wasn't even sure he was going to answer. Then he chuckled softly and pressed his lips to my temple, kissing me softly. "You know I cant kill you. I need you alive. But I want to hunt you. I want to know who is the better." He stopped and I could feel him breathing in my ear. I opened my mouth to say something, but he spoke up again. "I want you to say that I'm better. To give into me. To. tell me that you're mine." There was another long pause. "That you're mine and only mine." he growled the last past.



I didn't know Damien had such a possessive streak. I never was one for playing the little dominance/submission games. Apparently Damien had a little streak of dominance in him and he wanted me to submit to him. The thought thrilled me. Then I scolded myself for getting so excited over submitting to someone. No, not just someone. Damien. I could handle that. I could be submissive. He was the only one in the world that I would openly acknowledge as being better than myself without a fight.



Damien was still breathing in my ear. "You're not just going to lay there and let me do this to you, are you River? I was hoping for a little spunk."



I jerked my hand out from under the pillow and brought the knife to his neck. I pressed it against his neck hard enough for it to hurt a little but not draw blood. "Hows this for spunk?" I asked.



Damien chuckled. "Good. This is what I want. I want you to put up a fight at least."



I finally opened my eyes. All I could see was the side of his head. His face was still buried in my neck. "Are you saying that you want to rape me?"



At that question, he pulled back abruptly. I moved the knife with him, so it was still pressed against his neck. "No." He snarled. I might have been imagined it, but I could swear that I saw his eyes go black. "No, I want you to beg for it. To enjoy it."



"Then why do you want me to fight?"



He grinned. "I want the pleasure of convincing you that you'll enjoy it. That's what the hunt is all about." His voice was soft, almost like a purr.



"Move back, Damien." I pushed the knife a little further into his neck and he straightened his body. Once he was no longer hovering over me, I moved out of bed and held the the knife in front of me.



He turned around and smirked at me. "You're not really going to stab me." It wasn't a question, just a statement of fact.



My hand fell and I dropped the knife to my side, holding it loosely in my hand. "No, I'm not going to stab you." I agreed.



"Then I suggest you run." Damien said, standing up and moving toward me menacingly. His cold blue eyes were amused and excited.