Three days later:
It was early evening when she awoke to the smell of burning cloth, her nightmares had gotten worse. She opened her eyes to find the curtains on fire; she tried to move to put them out but groaned in intense pain instead. A hand was on her shoulder now, "Relax, you don't want to hurt yourself again, do you?" The words made her stiffen and a shiver ran up her spine.
Without looking back she jumped out of the bed, and found that her legs wouldn't carry her, and fell to the floor. Struggling to get up, she yelled at him "Who are you people, and what do you want? It's not enough that you did things to me that I can't even remember, but you had to come back and finish the job? Well fine if you want it that way, I'm not going down without a fight?" She felt a hand on her waist bringing her upward and immediately went to swing, but his eyes stopped her.
He was beautiful with short auburn hair and green eyes with a hint of silver in them. He was tall standing at around 6'3' and was well built. The smell of him would have knocked her over if he wasn't holding her so tightly, he smelt of vanilla and jasmine heavily coated in the spicy musk of masculinity. She leaned into him using his strength to hold her; she wanted to savor him because she knew soon he would probably be gone. She'd known love but nothing like how she felt when looking into his eyes. But why did she feel this way, she just met this man. Was she crazy?
She sighed and tears started to swell in her eyes, as he picked her up and placed her on the side of the bed. He stood in front of her now. It had been years since she even noticed a man, except for the man she hunted and what she had to get back. But she couldn't focus on that, in her condition it would only make her mad and she could barely move, never mind fight someone else. She need to rest, she needed to heal.
She felt his hand under her chin bringing it up to face him. Tears streamed down her face, she lifted a hand to wipe them but he wouldn't let her. He kissed her eyes and where the tears had been on her face.
Then she remembered the curtains but turned to see no fire, not even a hint that one had been there. She turned back to him without a second thought.
As he looked at her, he felt content just being with her, but feared what she must be thinking. He had waited for so long to meet her that he never wanted to let her go. "Its ok now, you are safe with me." He said in a calm soothing voice.
She wanted to cling to this man, to lie in his embrace until there were no more tomorrow's. But was snapped out of the thought, she didn't know this man she didn't even know his name all she knew was that he was definitely a werewolf and her kind were told never to trust them, never the less lie with them. She pushed him away slightly, not far enough to break the embrace but enough that she felt she could think clearly again.
"Who are you?" she asked in a shaky voice.
"My name is Sam Lavash, I heard you scream the other night and came as fast as I could..." she didn't let him finish "You were the one that saved me; otherwise I most certainly would have been dead. Thank you" she said the last part shyly while looking down. He lifted her chin slowly back to his gaze and kissed her softly on her red lips, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer as they kissed. After a few long moments, he broke the kiss staring back into her soft brown eyes.
"Yes but Lilliana, do you know who those men were, or who they work for?" he asked firmly, his voice filled with concern.
"No but, the two that were here, were the same two who kidnapped me, I remember being in a dark cell and somehow I escaped running up eight flights of stairs before finding a door to a factory after that I remember going out a door that said EXIT and found myself on a normal city street and before you ask no I don't know what street it was or what city I'm in for that matter. And how do you know my name?"
She looked up at him as anger seemed to burn through his eyes now black in color and she touched his hand in a gentle caress trying to calm him down. It seemed to work as his eyes grew back into their natural green. "I know your name because I read your chart. What happened to you...I'm sorry I couldn't find you sooner." He said sadly.
"If you read my chart then you know everything?" Her head lowered. "I don't even remember most of it because they drugged me." She paused "What do you mean find me sooner?" She asked in a low voice.
"I have been searching for you for a long time. It hurts that this it what it took for me to finally find you, that you had to go through so much pain. I'm so sorry." He said as a tear rolled down his cheek. She reached up wrapping her hands around his neck drawing him down to her and she kissed his tear away.
"You are not the reason I am here or why I was hurt. I was drugged but fine before I escaped. When I was trying to find the way out, I ran into some men, they did this to me and then something happened, I don't know how...?" She stopped looking a bit confused. "And then those men that came here to finish the job, it is not your fault I'm here. It's only for you that I'm even alive. Don't feel bad, I can handle it." She said reassuringly, "But that fire I don't know where it came from or went or anything. It's very frustrating, god my head hurts." She said as she cupped her head in her hands.
She lifted her head and breathed him in smelling him. "Why do you smell so good?" she asked pulling him closer. "Your smell just makes my whole body feel better, why is that?"
