Tristan slowly close the doors with the golden handles. He released a shaking breathe of relief. He took a step back and walked into Trix, who was petrified by the sight in front of her.
"Are they real," she whispered at the jewels of many shapes sizes and colors.
Tristan followed her gaze and gulped.
"I knew this was a bad idea," he grumbled, turning around to check if the ogres were gone.
He leaned closer to the door and peered through the cracks. The ogres were now sitting down, it appears that they were building a fire. No doubt to cook them on.
"We are gonna be here for a while," he stated stepping away from the door.
"Don't touch that," he yelled as Trix's fingers hovered over a spade shaped necklace.
"Are you bloody mad," he said angrily marching towards her.
"It could be cursed," he continued, brushing her hand away from it.
"Chill, dude its just a necklace," she retorted backing away from him.
It wasn't just a necklace though, she had seen it before. The memory was faded like it was a dream but Trix remembered key details of it.
She was walking in a grove when a man appeared out of no where. They spoke but Trix didn't remember what the spoke of. He gave her the necklace and she vaguely remember the word his lips made, 'truth'. They were attacked and the she woke up. It had been a recurring dream for a time but as Trix grew older it faded.
"Are they gone," she asked softly trying not to stare at the necklace.
"No, they're making a fire," Tristan replied quietly running his hands through his hair.
"What's your real name," Trix asked trying to distract herself from the nagging need to take the necklace.
"I'm not telling you that," Tristan replied chuckling.
"Why," Trix asked truly curious.
"Because I don't want to," he said glancing at her. Trix had her hands tucked under her arm.
Tristan went to check if the ogres were gone.
Trix closed her eyes, in an attempt to not be tempted. Why did she feel so drawn to this necklace? What was so special about it?
Maybe it was the low buzz that radiated from it. Or maybe it was the warmth that it gave off. It must have been the satisfaction of holding such a powerful trinket. It may have also been the pulse that ran through Trix's body when her finger touched the smooth surface.
"No," Tristan yelled as he ran towards where she stood.
As his two feet entered the rectangular box marked on the floor, the floor suddenly disappeared. The two landed with a thud and was emersed in darkness.
"What the f-," Tristan paused taking in a sharp breathe.
"I told you not to touch anything," he yelled once more.
"Don't freaking yell at me," Trix yelled back.
"I'm already regretting it, seeing that I'm stuck here with you," Trix replied feeling the walls.
They were in a small box of some kind, an enclosed box.
"How are we supposed to breathe," Trix asked worriedly. When Tristan didn't answer, Trix began to worry.
"Tristan," she called. She was answered by laboured breathe.
"I need to get out of here," he finally said beating on the walls.
"I need to get out of here," he said getting more aggressive and scared.
"Tristan. Tristan stop," she yelled at him as his fist narrowly missed her head.
Trix suddenly felt the wall behind her moved closer.
"Tristan stop, the more you move the closer it gets," her pleas only seem to fuel his energy.
Trix grabbed his shoulders and trailed her hands up his neck. She gripped the hair on the back of his head and pulled him towards her.
She smashed her lips unto his. At first it was wet and awkward since she couldn't see him. Then she closed here eyes and felt him. They fell into sync immediately. He returned her kisses, softly and tenderly as if it were his first. His hands touched her back and she released weird sigh, at the warmth of his hands. His teeth slightly grazed her lips as his kisses intensified. His hands squeezed her waist pulling her body greedily towards him. His tongue asked for entrance and when she didn't comply, his hand reached lower and squeezed her butt. She gasped giving him the entrance he needed.
It was short lived as the weight inside the box suddenly shifted. Instead of standing Trix now lay on top of Tristan. She could also see cracks of light in the box. She smiled.
"We are moving," she said gleefully glancing at Tristan.
He didn't reply, instead he pulled her towards him and smashed her lips back unto his.
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Ella tossed another stick into the small fire feeding the orange flame. She sighed as she felt the warmth radiating from it. She loved that heat, so much so she would feel pain just to be close to it.
Fire reminded her of the fierce emotion of rage she felt towards unfaithful men. Men who didn't appreciate all that they had but instead wanted more.
She glanced at the resting form of Eaton, Prince Eaton and wondered if he was the same. Was he the type of guy to switch interest at the last minute or was he the type that loved the hunt, the tease and when he got what he wanted he'd disgarded it like garbage? What did Ella care anyway, she was not about to let Prince Charming #2 drive her over the edge.
Suddenly a low grumbling in her stomach, made her think of Poppy's cooking. Oh how worried Ginger and her must have been. If only Ella could find her way home.
She rose to her feet and walked towards a berry tree, which she remembered. She was 60% sure that they were safe but that wasn't what stopped her in her tracks. It was the faint movement of something....stripy?
She took a step closer and immediately stepped back as she saw two big bright feline eyes staring back at her, followed by a ferocious growl.
"Eaton," she said quietly.
He hummed, opening his eyes a fraction. They widened when he saw Ella's scared form. He jumped to his feet with a slight groan.
"Run," she whispered as a white and black tiger entered their campsite.