Destined For Death by Aysha K (chrysanthemum read aloud .txt) 📕

Arhine's P.O.V

Something has happened to my hands, I can’t move them and every time that I do they burn with pain. My feet are motionless, I can’t see exactly where I am, my eyes have been covered but I can hear footsteps coming closer and closer, I try to scream for help but my mouth has been gagged, I scream for help but all that come out is “eeeelp, eeeelp” the footsteps are getting closer and closer and close…. Someone has taken my blindfolds off, I can’t see clearly at first but my sight starts to become sharper and more alert. Oh whoever is responsible for this will pay dearly.                      

“Hello” says a deep husky voice from the right, thank god I can move my head, it’s a guy and he’s smirking right at me, what the hell is he smirking at? I narrow my eyes at him, big mistakes because he starts to grin, OMG he looks soo hot, wait did I just say that? I must have wacked my head hard from that fall to be thinking that about a guy.                                                                        

“Untie me” my voice was slightly muffled but that didn’t stop me from keeping my eyes narrowed.   He moves but it’s too dark for me to see where, someone is ungagging me and the lights have been switched on so now I can see my captors features; he looks close to my age but you can never be so sure with his kind, jet black hair, short but scruffy and dangerous looking, a black t-shirt that shows his muscles, black jacket, black boots man this guy must be in love with the colour black! Hey he must be an Emo or Goth, he’s got a tattoo on his neck but from where I am I can’t see very properly and he has an earring of a, oh shit! It’s a stake.My eyes widen, not with fear but with surprise and I have to give it him because no one has ever been able to get me until today, I frown with disgust,                                                                                                          

“Who are you?” I am such an idiot! I already know who he works for so guessing who he is shouldn’t be so hard, should it?                                                                                                              

“What do you want?” I ask, smartass me just can’t keep her gob shut.                                         My eyes are watching his every move, he comes closer, right up until he has to look down at me, I am not short but I now know how those kind of people feel, he bends so we’re face to face and he is looking at me with those intensely hot green eyes(shut up Arhine) of his.            

He unties my feet, I know that he is armed not just from the fact that you can see his dagger on full display for me to take, even if my arms are tied together I have a few tricks up my sleeve, but because his kind won’t go near my kind unarmed.                                                                  

“You must be either stupid or careless for not realising that your dagger if practically on display for me to take” I say raising an eye brow at him, he looks up at me, for a second I thought I saw surprise flash across his face but was replaced with a emotionless face, before I know it he’s hidden his dagger. He is still looking at me but now with a weird look on his face “But I would rather go with stupid” I grin, he smiles that lazy boyish smile.                                                                

“So Mr. Kidnapper, lets make a deal. You tell me your name and I'll tell you mine''I ask daring myself to look into those eyes

"Mr. Kidnapper?" He asks raising an eyebrow

i shrug "Well if you count being locked up and tied as kidnapping then yes i have a right t-"                                               “Xander”  

"Huh?" I ask confused

"My names Xander" he says amused                                                                                             “Come on, Xander must not only be your only name? Because if it is then that’s just plain weird no offence and I have met many people like that”                                                                        

“Xander Erubus Blake”                                                                       

“Your w… what the Blake?” I stutter with wide eyes, I swear I hate it when that happens.              

“Erubus”                                                                                               “As in….” I say afraid to finish off my sentence. Yeah! I am afraid of something but it is actually worth being afraid of, I am not like those girls who freak out when they can’t find the shade of nail polish that goes with their outfits’ geez I hate it when humans do that.                                      

“Yeah” he finishes my sentence for me and for once I am feeling grateful to him. “Now since I told you my name and we made a deal I think that it would only be fair if I knew yours” he says smirking, I swear to god, I wish that I could wipe that smirk off his face ughh!!!                                                      

“Only if you untie me I will”                                                                                                

“Why should I?” he asks                                                                                                      

“Because” I  say putting my face inches away from his “if you don’t then I will do something that will jeopardize the safety of every single person in this building” he looks at me with curiosity. “Yeah, I know that there are more people here and involved in this, hell, I bet that bitch of a demon queen Azmodea paid you to kidnap me and give in to what she wants.”                          

“You’re bluffing and who the heck is Azmodea?” he says, I narrow my eyes at him with a slight hint of red.      

“Does it look like I’m bluffing? Plus I don’t hurt people unless I am provoked to do so and as for who Azmodea is well time will only tell” I say with a bit of anger in my last few words. My face is still really close to his, again! Neither of us look away, He is studying my face and I of his. He hesitates but eventually gives in and unties my hands. I know that he doesn’t trust me yet because he has a tight grip on me which is holding me down onto the chair, as if I am gonna do a runner!  

“Now I think we had a deal, so now tell me your name”                                                

“Arhine”

Xander's P.O.V

“Arhine” I raised an eye brow                                                                                                          

“Arhine Isabé De La Vincent” she replies automatically to me in a lazy tone it was as if she doesn’t give a damn about who she was. I