Post by Luna on Dec 23, 2010 13:31:33 GMT -5
Lucian paused from attacking me to pad over and kneel beside her, that ever-present smirk that I had almost gotten used over the past year still curving up his features, turning his eyes into ice. "Stay away from her..." I growled softly, forcing myself to roll to my feet. Pain exploded in my back, but I stubbornly ignored it. I wished I had a knife or something... Why was I stupid enough to come save Crystal without some sort of a weapon? And I was supposed to be the logical one... I snorted.
Staggering only once, I made my way over to Lucian and grabbed his arm. It was a suicidal move even before he'd snapped or whatever else had happened to him, but I didn't care. I didn't care if he hurt me more, I didn't care if he killed me - although I doubted that, unless he had somehow forgotten that I was his soulmate. "What the hell is your problem?" I demanded softly. I lacked the strength to raise my voice as much as I wanted.
His hand connected with the side of my face - hard. I swayed briefly in an attempt to stay on my feet, but combined with the pain still surging through my back I couldn't manage it. I fell to my knees, lowering my head. I felt tears threaten my vision, but I held them in. I was kind of good at that. Since I had taught myself never to cry, on the few occasions that I did, it constituted an emotional breakdown - and I really didn't need that at the moment.
Lucian knelt beside me, tipping up my chin to force me to look in his deep, cold blue eyes. I couldn't even understand how those same eyes could hold trust, warmth, emotion... love. "You're a spirited girl," he said softly. "I knew that from... well, the second time I met you." He chuckled softly.
"Damn you, Lucian..." I whispered. "Why are you doing this? Why now?"
He pinned me to the ground, keeping a tight grip on my wrists to hold me still. "Are you going to pretend you're really surprised?" he asked softly. "That you never saw any of this coming? Don't be foolish, Sunny. You never trusted me, not completely. I actually have to give you credit for that." He shrugged.
"Not true..." I murmured almost inaudibly, turning my head away and closing my eyes so I didn't have to look at him. I had trusted him. I had finally thought that Crystal and I had found something in him that was capable of being redeemed, and done so - but the pain burning in my back was a very painful, very real reminder that we were both dead wrong. I heard him chuckle softly, and then the pressure on my wrists vanished. When I slowly got up the nerve to reopen my eyes, he was gone. I sighed softly and half-crawled, half-dragged myself over to my unconscious friend. "Crystal?" I asked softly, gently shaking her. Tears still threatened my eyes, but I forced them back.
Staggering only once, I made my way over to Lucian and grabbed his arm. It was a suicidal move even before he'd snapped or whatever else had happened to him, but I didn't care. I didn't care if he hurt me more, I didn't care if he killed me - although I doubted that, unless he had somehow forgotten that I was his soulmate. "What the hell is your problem?" I demanded softly. I lacked the strength to raise my voice as much as I wanted.
His hand connected with the side of my face - hard. I swayed briefly in an attempt to stay on my feet, but combined with the pain still surging through my back I couldn't manage it. I fell to my knees, lowering my head. I felt tears threaten my vision, but I held them in. I was kind of good at that. Since I had taught myself never to cry, on the few occasions that I did, it constituted an emotional breakdown - and I really didn't need that at the moment.
Lucian knelt beside me, tipping up my chin to force me to look in his deep, cold blue eyes. I couldn't even understand how those same eyes could hold trust, warmth, emotion... love. "You're a spirited girl," he said softly. "I knew that from... well, the second time I met you." He chuckled softly.
"Damn you, Lucian..." I whispered. "Why are you doing this? Why now?"
He pinned me to the ground, keeping a tight grip on my wrists to hold me still. "Are you going to pretend you're really surprised?" he asked softly. "That you never saw any of this coming? Don't be foolish, Sunny. You never trusted me, not completely. I actually have to give you credit for that." He shrugged.
"Not true..." I murmured almost inaudibly, turning my head away and closing my eyes so I didn't have to look at him. I had trusted him. I had finally thought that Crystal and I had found something in him that was capable of being redeemed, and done so - but the pain burning in my back was a very painful, very real reminder that we were both dead wrong. I heard him chuckle softly, and then the pressure on my wrists vanished. When I slowly got up the nerve to reopen my eyes, he was gone. I sighed softly and half-crawled, half-dragged myself over to my unconscious friend. "Crystal?" I asked softly, gently shaking her. Tears still threatened my eyes, but I forced them back.