Ringing, so annoying.
Her head was spinning. Why couldn't she see anything? Oh, her eyes were closed. Why couldn't she move? Her body felt like lead.
What happened? Her neck stung faintly, but why?
Like a harsh slap in the face, everything acme back to her. Then the feeling of hands on her, water lapping at her sides.
Who dare touch her!
When a hand brushed against her thigh was when her eyes finally snapped open and her fierce gaze locked onto a frozen white haired man.
His yellow eyes were wide and surprised. All he could do was open his mouth, right before her fist swung at his face.
His head whipped to the side by the force, his body was sent sprawling to the ground.
Water splashed from the tub she was in, the cool liquid spraying over the sides. Vera struggled to get her feet under her, only to notice that she was practically necked, she was only in her under garments. She let out a shriek and ducked back down in the water in an effort to hide herself.
"How dare you! I'm going to kill you!" she snarled with a red face, full of anger and embarrassment.
Lionheart groaned on the ground, his head was spinning. He turned and spat out some blood that had accumulated in his mouth. He brought his hand up to his lip. His finger ran across his bottom lip, sliding against a small cut.
'The girl had a wild punch.' He frowned and watched her, her body tense and slightly shivering as she glared heatedly at him.
His eyes moved over her face and neck, her bare skin slightly tan, looking soft. And it was soft.
He blinked and mentally slapped himself in the face.
He was here to get her cleaned up and then chain her to the wall, not to stare at her all day!
Vera glared at the male who had been touching her, the one who had taken her clothes off! She was furious, ready to snap his neck and drain him dry of his blood.
Lionheart slowly got up and reached for a towel nearby, which he had brought him after putting her in the tub. His eyes never leaving her. He watched as her eyes darted around, checking everything out, but always coming back to check on him, taking in his movements. His yellow gaze taking her in, scanning over her shoulders, landing on the burses on her neck from his prince. Watching as her long wet hair clung to her face and down her back.
He wondered if he could be able to get close. To be able to brush her brown hair away from her face, so that he could look properly into those fiery golden brown eyes as he tilted her face up and then pres-WHAT THE HELL WAS HE THINKING!
Vera watched the male silently, confused by the look on his face, he had for at least five minutes now. He had just been standing there, staring at her, towel in hand still, he hadn't moved, it was like he was frozen.
She noticed his face suddenly get bright red as the look of shock overcame his expression. She blinked and narrowed her eyes at him, unsure what to make of him.
Lionheart swallowed thickly and felt his face burning; sweet had started to form on the back of his neck.
'What was wrong with him?' he felt his face head up even more when he saw her narrow her eyes at him in suspicion.
He felt a tingle go up his spine and move into his hands. They itched to touch her, he wanted to feel her smooth skin again.
He shook his head violently, making Vera look at him like he had two heads and eight eyes.
'He shouldn't be thinking like that!' he mentally scolded himself.
'he was ther to do what the prince asked him to do! She had the prince's attention! She now belonged to the prince!' he frowned.
He didn't like the idea of the prince having her at his side. Be he was Darkfire's most trusted warrior and friend, even though the prince didn't act like it.
He couldn't go against his leader, could he?
"Hey! Weirdo male!" snapping out of his thoughts, he focused on the little female in the tub.
"Quit standing there staring at me and bring me the stupid towel, so I can cover up and start going through my plan to kill you!" Vera snapped angrily, severely annoyed at him having been frozen and staring at her for almost twenty minutes.
She was cold and tired, but wanted to get the killing of him finished before doing anything else.
Without a word, Lionheart walked over and held out the long towel to her, keeping his eyes away from her body.
Lionheart felt the towel being snatched from his hand and the water splashed along with the sound of the towel rustling.
Then a sharp stab of pain shooting across the side of his head like a lightning-bolt, making him cry out in shock and pain as he fell to the ground, his hands shooting up to hold his spinning head. Suddenly a light weight on his chest and stomach, followed by hands wrapped around his neck. Sharp claws dug into his neck, making him let out a growl as he struck grabbing the attackers back and began trying to throw the smaller form off of him.
A growl was heart, vicious and feral. It made him grit his teeth, hearing the deadly promise etched into the fearsome sound.
Vera growled, her fangs barred. She felt his pulse quicken, most likely in rising fear. She could taste the adrenalin in the air, dancing on the tip of her tongue, making its way to the back her mouth as she took a deep breath.
Lionheart hissed when her sharp claws dug into his flesh deeper, blood oozing out and rolling down across his neck slowly, like a snale going across a tree branch.
Suddenly, the weight was gone, as well as the pressure of small hands around his neck.
"Let go of me!" he heard the girl scream angrily followed by a rough growl.
His head was spinning so bad he felt as though he couldn't tell which way was up and which as down. His gaze was blurry.
'Darn! That little female packed an explosive punch.' He almost saw stars.
Vera let out a series of snarls along with growls, gashing her teeth and thrashing around in a steel grip.
The dark prince gave his own, deep growl, holding the thrashing female in his tight grip. His eyes momentarily glanced at the groaning Lionheart on the ground, who was clutching his head and blinking his eyes rapidly, trying to focus. The dark prince gave a frustrated snarl when Vera wouldn't pause her thrashing. Without a word, the prince walked out of the large bathroom and into his huge bedroom.
Vera grunted when she was thrown to the ground. She quickly went to shoot to her feet, only to find that she wasn't fast enough.
The dark prince easily pinned the struggling girl down, straddling her waist. Vera hissed in extreme anger when she felt cool metal on her wrist, followed by some kind of collar that was around her neck.
Hearing a loud click as he fastened the collar around her neck, signaling that it was locked.
The moment that the male got of off her, she lunged at him, only to be jerked back, where she yelped when she banged her head back against the wall.
Darkfire watched emotionless as the little female gave a growl and tried to tear at the dark red metal cuffs and chains that held her to the wall. Her eyes were a raging fire, golden fire flashed in the eyes.
The dark prince turned his head to look at the white haired warrior, who was slightly stumbling toward him, one hand clutching his head as he eyed the girl.
"Leave us." Lionheart turned his eyes to the prince, frowning slightly then giving a bow and hesitantly leaving.
Vera stared at the prince, both having a stare down.
Their eyes clashed. Silence in the air. Chilling the occupants of the room.
Vera, glared hatred at the one who has her captive.
"Release me." She let out in a low growl.
"Why?" her eye twitched at the smirk that was now on the man's face, the sight of it made her boil.
"Why! You ask why! You captured me! I demand to know why!" and why am I in here!" she yowled.
Darkfire winced at her volume.
"Shut you yowling woman!" he growled and crossed his arms over his broad chest.
"Make me!" she growled in defiance.
"Where the hell were you raised?" he snarled, frustrated at her disrespect and defiance.
"Obviously not here!" she hissed as she stomped her food like an angry bull about to charge.
"Stupid female!" he growled.
"Frog brained male!" she screamed.
"Disrespectful brat!"
"Boulder headed kit!"
"You fat mouthed fish!" Vera blinked, her face flush with anger.
"You spoiled twerp!" she watched as he paused and glared at her.
"You have no idea who you are messing with woman!" he growled out harshly.
Vera shifted, crouching down; her head lowered as she kept her eyes on him like a deadly predator.
"I could care less male! You need to know who your messing with though. Tread carefully, spoiled kit." She hissed.
Growls fill the room, vibrating the air, shaking the walls.
Oh, it seemed as though, hell was about too erupt inside the room, like a volcano, it was about to blow.