3 comments/ 4478 views/ 3 favorites Abyss: Darkness Descends By: FreeSpirited13 Hi Guys!! FreeSpirited13 here. Just wanted to say a quick hello to all who have ventured onto this page and a big thanks for even giving it a go. This is my first ever submission, so I'm pretty nervous. I kept it on the short side, just to test the waters first. If I get the green signal, then I can push full steam ahead. Hope you like it. ALL criticism is welcome. I'm here to learn and hopefully provide you lot with a good read. Peace xx ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tonight was the last day of Freshers Week. My twin brother, Alexander, had finally convinced me to go party with some of his new girl mates, and I knew it was a stupid idea as soon as he said so. His perception of a friend was totally different to mine. By 'girl friend' he meant someone he would eventually fuck and chuck. Those girls were usually airheads, with faces caked full of makeup, wore some kind of body sock for a dress and the tallest pair of heels they could find. All I wanted was someone who had my back. A person who I could rely on, share secrets and study with. A friend who wanted the best for me as I did them. A few times I had been stupid enough to befriend girls who only wanted to boast about their sex life, moan about their problems and forget the listener even existed. Thank god I was rid of them. Though I did genuinely care for them, they were a major pain in the neck. I would always be left emotionally exhausted and frustrated at how daft and whiney some of them were. We had only just moved to Wales two weeks ago; settling in and starting university was enough for my plate. This party was totally different to my normal routine and stressful enough. I would much rather prefer to sit at home and read up on Genomes, but my parents convinced me to go. Well begged really. I suspect they think I'm a little on the weird side. Which eighteen year old is keen to pre-study the years curriculum and skip 'fun' outings during their summer vacation? Errr, Me!!!! But, hey. I was going to a party just to make my parents happy. So I had showered and dried my hair. The waist length brown locks were now straight and flowing. I wore a burgundy dress which had a high neck line and a skater skirt. I teamed it with some thick black tights to ward off the winter chill and some sensible block heeled Chelsea boots. A chunky floral necklace rested upon my chest and my favourite Rotary watch adorned my wrist. I hated makeup usually but wore some on special occasions. A little mascara to bring out my hazel eyes, a sweep of blush on my apple cheeks and some moisturising lip gloss. Done. I guess I looked presentable. 'Hey, Sophia, you done preening?' Alex popped his head through the door and gave me a teasing wink. It angered me instantly. 'Don't wink at me! You know I hate it' I felt like kicking him in the shin. Unfortunately he wasn't in reaching distance. 'I know I know, you're not man bait. Men shouldn't see women as sex objects, blah blah blah. Just spare me the lecture and tell me if you're ready to go. The engine's running outside. Wanna pay me for the waiting time?' He wiggled his brows at me. Boy, he knew how to piss me off. 'Firstly, it's my car. Secondly, I pay for the petrol. And lastly, I'm driving. You do know you're this close to having no ride?' I inwardly laughed as his grin dropped into jaw-slacking shock. He'd forgotten. 'Oh, I forgot. My car's gone for repair. I'm sorry sis. Would you please be a darling and transport your dear brother to what seems to be the grandest dance of this entire year?' Alex walked into my room and bowed as if he were in the presence of royalty. I'm sure he did it in good spirit, but it kind of hurt. I didn't want him to think I'm some kind of snooty bitch. People often perceived me wrong; not my own brother too. I grabbed my purse and phone and quickly ran to pull him back up. 'You don't need to beg me, Al. You're family. I'd do anything for you.' Emotions clogged my throat. I really didn't want to cry. Alex sensed my change and pulled me into a bear hug. 'You're my sister, Sophe, my twin sister. If I don't get you, no one will. Now don't spoil your face. We all know how nice you are, goody-two-shoes.' He chuckled lightly and kissed my cheek. 'Let's go, we have some raving to do.' I followed him down to the kitchen, said 'bye' to mum and Eliza and met my eager brother in the driveway. In no time at all we were drifting down vacant roads, making our way to the Dragon Cave bar and club. I knew my brother was heavy on the (-OH) liquids so I thought of warning him beforehand. 'Alex please go easy on the drinks. Hakim and Scott aren't here to clean your mess anymore, and I won't be able to drag you home.' He laughed at me. 'Oh I'll drink much less this time. And don't worry about taking me home. I'll be in someone else's bed tonight, gotta try out the local talent.' He grinned menacingly. God help the women of Wales. My brother was quite the catch to the female kind. With his Arabian, fair yet sun kissed skin, dark dishevelled hair, tall build and blue eyes, most ladies dropped at his feet. They passed out at his dimples. And many had mentioned their desire to be impregnated by him. They wished their sons to have his button nose, strong jaw and full lips. Most mistook him for Italian or Greek and tried to impress him with a language he knew nothing of. That was quite hilarious. I remember the time his ex tattooed 'Alexander, forever mine' across her arm in Italian. We only made out his name. The rest was plain gibberish. Hopefully we'd have fewer angry 'girlfriends' at our door this time. 'Why do you sleep with anyone? You'll catch a bloody STI at this rate!' 'I use condoms, silly. They protect me from the nasties. Maybe you'd know a little more if you got some action.' I'd ticked him off. 'I wasn't referring to Leyla, if that's what you think. And I don't need 'action'. I respect my virginity and happy to be single. Plus, call me prudish, but it's wrong.' 'Who says?' His voice was up a notch. 'Me, my values and errr, I don't know? Maybe our religion too?' I didn't bother glancing his way. My eyes were glued to the road in front of me. 'Yeah bring religion into it. You trying to make me feel fucking guilty? What's so noble about your hymen anyway? Why do you cherish it so much?' The guy was getting annoying. 'For God's sake! Alex it's not the hymen I treasure. I treasure the act of sexual intercourse because I don't want to lose it to any old Tom, DICK, or Harry. I respect myself as a woman and want to be respected back. Who'd actually love me if I whored myself around. You? Would you be proud of your slutty little sister? Mum, Dad? Did they protect me all my life to see my destroy myself? And Eliza? What kind of role model would I be, huh? Would you want her to roam the streets with her legs spread open in the air?' My cheeks felt red hot. I quickly loosened the intense grip I had on the steering wheel, ignoring the sweaty imprints pressed into the leather. 'Geez, sorry! I guess you have a point. I wouldn't like that. No. But you're making it way intense. I'm telling you to find a good guy you can lose it to. Not fuck any breathing thing that comes your way. You make sex sound like a sin.' 'I'm not' I felt myself cool down a little, ready to explain. ' I don't condemn it. I think it's wonderful for those who do it when their heads screwed on right. Like when couples are in love, I think sex is a beautiful thing for them. It's just, I've seen and heard of so many girls who go for it just to get some kind of status increase. They think that the more they fuck, the more popular they'll be. It's wrong. Each to their own, but why can't they respect themselves? Who wants to be known for how loose their vagina is, or the time slots at which their legs open?' 'Sheesh, now that does sound kinda bad. It's funny how it's always the chick who gets slated. Man whores like me get off scot free. Society sure works in a funny way. I've realised that no matter how much we move on and modernise ourselves, there's still that double standard regarding men and women. Most of us are stuck in the old days but just don't realise it.' He looked at me like I was a ghost. 'Shit. Did I just say all that?' Alex paused a little, to take it all in. 'I sound like I give a shit. You got me thinking like a noble man for once.' I simply grinned and punched him lightly against his thigh. 'Yeah. Now shut up before I crash and kill us both.' The remaining journey was travelled in silence. I'd given him some food for thought. Hopefully, he'd remember what he had learned and begin to respect women more. As for me. Well, I'd managed to lay out my story for once. I was certain Alex wouldn't push me to date or have sex in the near future. We reached the club after parking and were spared the long waiting line because of our VIP passes. The bouncer checked our ID and ushered us in. I could hear the bass from the entrance but the music got louder as we walked further ahead. Alex kept me close by grabbing my wrist and literally tugged me along. I followed him blindly, not too sure on how to navigate around such a place. It was pretty dark and dingy, with occasional lights dotted across the ceiling and some along the floor. There were also several diversions that freaked me out. It was like we were in an underground holding cell or something. Dirty brick walls were covered with all sorts of posters and one or two randy couples who either couldn't make it the full way in to the club or the full way out. My eyes took it all in, my brain actively stimulated as it processed everything that I saw. Somewhere at the recesses of my mind, I acknowledged the song to be 'Timber' by Kesha. It was always on the radio and on t.v. I liked it. Finally, after what seemed like forever, we reached the heart of the club. Stupefied is an understatement. I was floored by the place. It was enormous! The dingy entrance was an absolute contrast to the extremely vast dance floor, second storey, lounge space and drinks bar. The rhythmic country beat was slowly starting to flow through me and I found myself bopping along to the tune. 'Close your mouth sis. They'll think your underage or E.T! Come on, let's go meet some new people!' I heard most of what he shouted and smiled back at him. I still couldn't believe that I liked the place. I was intrigued to explore it. I thought I'd be running back out as soon as I stepped in. We weaved through a huge crowd of party goers, crashing into random bodies and dodging their drinks. Their faces were a blur, but the smell was distinctive. The air reeked of alcohol, sweat and a mixture of colognes. It made my stomach turn to the point that I felt it, however we quickly escaped by walking up a flight of metal stairs and reaching the VIP area. I noticed that there was much better lighting here, less noise and fewer people too. Several males looked me up and down, women glaring at me like I'd stolen their boyfriend. My shoulders hunched forward and my hand found the opposite side of my waist. I pulled into myself, no longer excited, but rather a tad scared. Knowing that Alex was here for me was great consolation, but for how long? He'd leave me on my own sometime soon. What would I do then? My worries clouded my mind so deeply, I hadn't even realised I was being introduced to a group of strangers. 'Hey, Alex. Your sister alright there? She looks a little pale?' What? Could he actually see so well in this mediocre lighting? My eyes shot up to meet the face of a short male. He looked to be the same age as my brother and I, with blonde slicked hair and a completely black outfit. He rose from his seat, extended a stubby hand and introduced himself in strongly accented English. 'Nice to meet you Sophia. I'm Caiden. You feeling okay?' My hand shot out automatically, returning his polite gesture. I nodded wildly to affirm I was fine. He smiled and took a seat as I flexed my hand to regain blood flow. His grip had been ridiculously strong. 'She's probably just takin' time to settle in the valleys.' I listened hard as he addressed the remaining three at the table. They all seemed to agree. In addition to Caiden, there were three girls. Eve and Ava, twin sisters with dark hair and chalky white skin. The last was Rochelle. She had amazing red locks that curled at her breasts and beautiful caramel skin. Trying not to stare at them was proving to be hard. I quickly lowered my gaze, feeling insecure in the presence of such beauty. 'Sit with us Sophia. Let the guys go get us drinks.' Alex gestured for me to take a seat and quickly disappeared with Caiden. I settled on the plush sofa nervously. My bottom remained perched on the edge of the seat. I don't know why, but I felt the need to run home. Since when had I become so antisocial? I smiled weakly and tried to start up a conversation. 'So, do you guys come here often?' My feigned confidence took tremendous blows when they laughed at me. It wasn't bitchy at all, but their reaction made me feel insecure. 'Yeah we're here all the time. In fact this has been our second home since last year.' Rochelle replied back to me and I sensed her one to be warm and welcoming. I eased back into the sofa, my actions portraying my emotions. 'Alex told us you're studying Biomedics. I'll be starting the course too. Maybe we can go to lectures together?' I felt my features scrunch in confusion. 'Erm, you're starting another course?' In normal circumstances, my brain would have supported me and I wouldn't have sounded so dumb. This time it was Ava who chipped in. 'Oh, yeah' she chuckled nervously. 'We failed Chemical Engineering last year, so transferred to Biomedical Science. We aren't stupid. We just had a lot going on.' I must have given them a weird look, because all of a sudden she grew defensive. My back sunk into the plush fabric whilst bile rose to my throat. First people I meet and I had offended them before I'd even opened my mouth. Years pricked my eyes. I felt sick. 'Yo girls. Stop freaking the new chick out. Back off a bit! Can't you see you're making her uncomfortable?' I didn't even dare look towards the source of my 'aid'. Whoever it was sounded very American and as if he were mocking me. A tear shamefully escaped and ran down my cheek amidst my panic. I grabbed my clutch and phone, hastily making my way out of the circular seating arrangement to head towards the stairs. In a blind rush my dress snagged on the wooden table. I half turned and tugged at it furiously until the fabric broke loose, only for me to fling backwards as my legs became tangled and heels gave way. Unfortunately my foot was stuck between the table leg and sofa, so as I plummeted towards the ground, it remained in its awkward position and failed to completely adapt to my movements. I felt a sickening crack before landing on my butt and smashing my head into the balcony frame. My leg was still placed awkwardly and I guessed that it was broken. Hot pain pulsed through my head whilst vomit pushed up from my stomach. I tried to blink back the darkness and save myself from passing out. I attempted to take a deep breath when I heard a scream resonate throughout the top floor of the club. I scanned my surroundings, looking for the cause of such nuisance, but everyone seemed to gawk in my direction. And that's when it hit me. The girl who had screamed was me! Abyss: Darkness Descends Ch. 02 Hello again! Thanks to all who commented for my previous chapter. Your encouragement and critique was greatly appreciated. Just to let you know that the erotica will not appear until we're quite a few chapters in. I want to get down the back story first and then we can all have some fun. Also the POV changes so I hope you don't get confused. Enjoy!! xx ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CHAPTER 2 * ERICK * The new girl toppled at my feet, smacked her head against the bars and then screamed blue murder! Well I did have girls dropping panties for me, but this was totally different and not to mention cool. I could smell her fear and embarrassment from a mile and it gave me a sadistic pleasure. I could have helped her, but then again, I'd have to part with my drink and that wasn't going to happen for some chick with no balls. Yeah, yeah, girls have no balls. But they can man up. Why even come to such a place if you're going to pussy out? It's a club for fucks sake! And chicks are man food. They want a piece of yah? They'll grab it. You gotta learn how to defend yourself. And here she was, bricking it over a bunch of sleazy men and bitchy girls. Pathetic. I hated that 'vulnerable and defenceless' act girls put on. Pissed the hell out of me and this chick at my feet was the epitome of it. I didn't know her, but already I disliked her. I saw her pass out seconds after that ear-splitting screech. Her heart rate dropped from a million beats per minute to about seventy or eighty. Rochelle stepped towards her, I guessed to help, when all of a sudden her nostrils flared like she'd smelt shit. I sniffed to test the air, and what do you know. Blood laced every particle. The scent hit me right in the gut and twisted like a motherfucking knife. I breathed deep, realising I had held my breath, gasping as the full force of bloodlust succumbed me. 'NO ERICK! She's Alexander's sister. You can't have her! She's not the one we're after. She's innocent' Eve pulled my arm, yanking me away from the unconscious heap of human flesh. I shrugged her off, pissed that she'd dared to stop me. 'Do I look like I give a shit? I haven't found that asshole in over a century. He murdered my pack and this fucking smell brings back memories. I can't help it if I want to kill. Do you fucking blame me? No? Then stand your tiny little ass down. I decide the rules here. And I'll kill this stupid bitch if I want to.' My fists itched to punch her pretty face in. It wasn't normal for me to hit women, but my beast was completely taking over. My body itched and my mouth grew dry. All I could think was 'Kill'. Rochelle pushed me by the chest, 'She's not going with you Rick. How many times will we have to clean up your mess after you lost your cool? The girl needs a doctor. Her brother will take her to get fixed. Beat some other fucker tonight. Just let this one be.' She hissed at me like an angry cat, ramming home the message by ripping me with her sparkly claws. I snarled at her for a good few seconds. Unwilling to let it settle. Hmmm, she did seem to have a point. The girl hadn't done me wrong so I guess I could let her be. Fair enough. I'd comply, but on my terms. I pushed her away and stormed towards the steps. If she thought I would stick by and be the Good Samaritan, then boy was she wrong. She should know me by now. Don't scratch my back and I won't scratch yours. I marched across the floor, pissed off and ready to get the fuck out of there. A little whimper stopped me. 'Sophia, are you okay? Wake up sweetie. We need to get you to a hospital.' Laughter almost escaped me as I watched the girls bring her around. Of course she was okay. She'd only fucking split her head open and made a total dick of herself. I heard someone mention an ambulance so I gave them a call. Yeah, so I did have a little heart left. No biggie. They assured to arrive as soon as possible and asked me several questions about her injury. I told them I wasn't with her. Well, I lied. Calling for help was enough, I didn't have time to check up on the fool. I had pussy to find so I could release some pent up tension. My Dr Martens had almost made contact with the first step when I picked up on their conversation. 'We need to pick her up'. Ava's suggestion. 'Yeah we should lift her up and check her head. She's not conscious though. Do you think that matters?' questioned Eve. Try all the hair dye in the world and she'd still remain blonde. They were out to finish her. It's common sense! Don't move an injured person, especially if they're unconscious. This chick had a head injury and the three surgeons here were set to explore her wound. My neglected conscience randomly kicked in at such an opportune moment, so I had to go help. I turned on my heel, pushed past the group of observers and knelt beside the limp frame. She stirred slightly but I couldn't be sure she was awake. Not with all that hair covering her face. My hand tentatively reached out to brush her locks. For some weird reason, I got the feeling she was fragile. Not because she lay on the floor bleeding, but it was like she was broken. Kind of mended, but not fully. One wrong move and she'd shatter. I focused on carefully tucking the strands behind her ear before my gaze settled on her face. 'Oh shit'. No other words would assemble in my frazzled mind. She was fucking beautiful. With the cutest little nose, long fanned lashes and pouty pink lips, she had to be the best looking woman I had seen in my entire one hundred and ninety years of life. My little guy instantly hardened and strained against the zipper. She moaned a little, enough to part them damn lips and get me sweating like a randy teen. The chick lay half dead in front of me, yet all I could think of was shoving my dick into that pretty little mouth of hers and fucking it till I blew. A jerk down south caused my body to tremble mid reverie and had me collapsing on my ass. Shit. I probably looked a right idiot! The girls glared at me with scowls marring their faces. I looked back at them in confusion, oblivious to the reason behind their disgusted stares. Oh yeah, they had probably smelt my arousal. Duh. Heightened scenting of emotions, bodily functions and general smells was completely normal in the Lycan world. It was still easy to forget we had extra abilities. I knew it wasn't really a good time to get horny but the chick was hot. I stared greedily at her again. Totally awestruck by her heart shaped face and perfect features. I'd expected her to have tanned skin like her brother, but she was far from it. Her complexion was creamy and fair. Not a sign of UV burn on her. My eyes locked onto her face, marvelling at how flawless it was; not a single blemish in sight. Shit, if I turned her, she'd look even hotter. The red of her lips would be defined a lot more and so would the darkness of her hair. She would become more radiant with an extra glow to her skin. I pondered momentarily on how her beauty would be enhanced. Not much. She was already perfect. It confused me, as no other human had her physical attributes. She was almost otherworldly. 'Fuck, she's bleeding. Get Alex. I've called for help, they'll be here soon. Just get him so we're ready to go.' Orders were barked and the girls heeded. I didn't even know why, but I found myself taking her hand into mine. I couldn't help but frown at how limp it was and cold too. It was like the life force had been sucked right out of her. My fingers gingerly clasped around her smooth flesh and then squeezed reassuringly, as if she'd be able to feel my touch. I knew she was out of it, but something told me she could feel my presence. Maybe it was the way she exhaled a little puff of air or how the tension line across her forehead disappeared. 'What the fuck have you done to her?? Oh, Sophe! What the fucks wrong? What d'you do to her you son-of-a-bitch!' Alex grabbed my arm and abruptly pulled me away from his sibling. It didn't shock me much and I didn't get angered by his actions. He was her brother and he was bound to get emotional. He'd learn to reign his soppy brain in time. He landed next to her with a thud and was on the verge of tears. His whole presence reeked of despair and fear. I guess he thought she was going to die or something, or maybe he'd be in deep shit with his parents? Dunno. I felt Caiden creep behind me. 'Was it you? The girls told me you freaked her out and had her running for the hills.' A low growl reverberated at the bottom of my throat. How dare he accuse me. I had every right to wring his midget neck. 'Yeah I said shit. But she did all this herself. She got her dress stuck, herself. Fell backwards herself and split her head in two by her own stupid self. I didn't push her or smack them bars against her head. So don't come around here accusing me of shit. You're lucky we're in a public place. It'll save you this time.' The fear in his eyes as I glared into his soul. Yep, bloody epic. Past his head I registered Rochelle and a group of paramedics. A fat looking man in a suit followed. He was definitely the manager. His shitty swagger and air of importance said it all. I let Alex deal with the help whilst I spoke to the fat dude. 'What happened? Anything but an accident and this shit comes down on me and my club. How did the girl get hurt?' The fear in his eyes was obvious, however much he feigned confidence. I wasn't in the teasing mood so much so I put him out of his misery. 'She was leaving when she tripped and fell', I said, 'Simple. Nothing the police needs to get involved with. Just an unfortunate little accident.' He exhaled a sigh of relief, his fishy breath rank enough to make me gag. I stepped back immediately and turned my head to breathe fresh and unpolluted air. 'One, two, three and lift.' The paramedics had Sophia strapped into a stretcher and had successfully elevated her above ground. They quickly made their way past the crowd of revellers and down the flight of stairs. I watched Alex follow. He looked somewhat relieved. I questioned his sudden change as Eve approached me. 'Yeah, they said the gash doesn't look too bad, will probably need a few stitches and that. But they had to secure her in place because she was unconscious and they don't know if she's suffered additional trauma.' I nodded in reply. The latter could explain why she passed out. I just hoped she would be okay. 'Let's follow. We'll check up on her and then let's call it a night. I doubt you wanna party after all this.' 'Why do you care so much for her, Rick? You never care'. Eve looked miffed and I knew why. She had the misconception that I'd mate with her if she fucked me enough times. Never. She was my insurance policy for the nights I didn't pull. I wasn't about to mark her and have her become Lady Alpha. Nah, I was the only leader in this pack and it would remain that way for as long as I lived. I hated change and despised those who tried to change me. I simply looked at her with pity. A piercing glare and soon I was out of the club, in my car and on my way to check up on Sophia. Through the churning of my enraged mind, I did manage to safely reach the hospital premises without endangering the lives of civilians. I guess being safe was an innate reaction for me. For humans they had the fear of the law. For Lycan's, it was the fear of being discovered. If I were to ever have a 'fatal' accident I would end up in pain for a few days, but I wouldn't die. Our magic in our species worked to heal us quick and be able to deal with major blows to our bodies. A much appreciated advantage for us 'werewolves'. However, such events led to the police probing into matters and we didn't need that. There was a council in every active city, where the identities of the paranormal were maintained within human authoritative circles. But nothing could stop them from discovering our extra abilities, such as wounds healing almost ten times faster than normal. The human protective forces had a knack for questioning people over and over again. Interrogate or medically assess a wounded wolf and they'd soon realise that he or she was healing too well. One little slip up and our kind would become exposed and vulnerable. As Alpha, no matter how hot-headed I was, I had the responsibility to ensure those under my wing remained safe and undiscovered. So for the sake of my kind, I drove to the hospital with some form of calm. After parking my car, I made my way to the late night Accident and Emergencies centre. A quick enquiry from the old lady at reception and I was shown the way to Sophia's cubicle. Pulling the curtain back, I did not expect to find both Alex and Sophia laughing. It confused the fuck out of me. One minute she's bleeding and fainting. The next she was grinning like nothing ever happened. Pissed off, I clenched my fists and stormed inside. 'I thought you hurt yourself? Were you fucking milking it all along?' I would've bent down intimidatingly and snarled in her face, but Alex was in the way so I settled for standing at the end of her bed. Of course, I glared at her enough to see goose bumps pop up along the surface of her skin. Damn, I sure knew how to act icy. 'Rick chill. That's my sister you're talking too. Show a little respect' voiced Alex. 'Oh yeah? I'll speak to her anyway I like, shit hole'. My blood buzzed as anger suffused me. Alex stepped forward, his tone lowered slightly. 'Dude, don't be pissed with her. She wasn't milking it. She passed out for real and just had her stitches done. It's nothing major so I was taking the piss. Telling her how much of a pussy she is. The cuts only a few centimetres and she bled like her head exploded and then passed out like she were dying.' I relaxed somewhat after his explanation. It surprised me how affected I was by all this, but I pushed it aside not ready to question my motives. ''You weren't exactly all balls yourself'. My head turned to address Sophia. I noticed she wasn't looking at me, a veil of thick hair covering her face. 'Your brother was crying like a five year old girl himself. All that training and he panics like a wuss...' My heart honestly stopped beating when she looked up at me and my tongue fell numb half way. Well her head shot up in horror, but she was still looking at me. For the first time I stared into her big hazel eyes. She probably didn't know it but they were actually more green than hazel. Emerald flecks were scattered all along her iris and they shone like little gems. Her soft cheeks were rendered pink, enough to make me want to touch them. Feel the warmth of her face settle against my palm. And her mouth. Again so sinfully arousing. Her plump pink pout was spread wide into a perfect 'o'. The dark valley between them just begged me to take her mouth in erotic ways. My staring would have continued had Alex not broken the moment. 'What he means is that I've had a lot training for handling accidents. It's common on a construction site and as Manager, you have to learn to act quickly and wisely. The workers require a boss who can hold his own, not someone who runs at the first sign of blood'. His gaze remained plastered to his twin, but I could sense his hatred towards me. Hot vibes of disgust and hate emanated from him. The beast in me sensed his change and acknowledged our surroundings too. He needed to be calmed before he turned. Instantaneously I was agreeing with him and attempting to backpedal from the shit I landed us in. 'Uh-huh. During the fortnight of our Health and Safety course I have learnt that your brother has a little fetish for bloody situations. Is it an underlying issue from his childhood?' My voice oozed confidence. She'd never know I was blagging it. And just as I'd predicted, her features softened in response. Her reply was short and simple. A lot less than I was hoping for... 'Hmmm' the sound hummed past her lips, leaving me craving for more. I desperately needed to hear her voice. I wanted to reach out when she began to tilt her head again, her hair already falling to cover her face. Damn, what was her problem? Why hide such a beautiful face? Then it hit me! I zoned into her, forgetting my worries, and focussing on how she felt. A strong wave of shyness deflected off of her, as well as slight anxiety. My sharp ears were following her heartbeat within fractions of a second. It beat so bloody fast. It was ridiculous. Surely humans would have heart failure by now. I figured that the more I stared at her, the quicker her heart thumped. A slight shift of her neck and she was coyly snatching glances at me through her lashes whilst offering herself to me. Latent genes and attraction were both present. To say I was happy would be incorrect and misleading. My insides were doing summersaults for the second time in my whole life! The first was when I lost my virginity. The second was now as she looked at me in her cute and innocent way. I eagerly willed her to look properly, telepathically pleading her to show me her beautiful face, to gaze fully at me. 'Would you please step outside for a moment. I'd like to speak to the patient. Miss. Ahmed, would you like your brother to stay?' I knew when I wasn't wanted and was pretty sure the nurse was telling me to get out; not asking. Not one to cause trouble, I did as I was told. Whilst I turned to leave, I felt eyes on my back. It was that hot and prickly sensation you get running up your spine, forcing you to turn around. I glanced over my shoulder to find Sophia ogling me in awe. She clearly liked what she saw. That was enough for me. I walked off feeling smug as fuck.