"Your brother?"
Did I hear that right, he has mentioned once about trying to find his half brother, but he never had a close relationship with him, he mentioned that he was hard to find, that he some how ran away from family, but I'm not too sure about the details.
"But your Italian? He is half German.. and you two look nothing alike." I emphasised
"Look I would love to enjoy the annoyance of your company and answer your questions, But we don't have time, we have to go." I freeze not know what words to say, for yet again I feel offended and triggered by his arrogant demeanor.
"Why would I trust you, YOU LITERALLY BROKE INTO MY APARTMENT." I scream as I swing my arms to the sides to show him the ruckus that he made. he turns around, sighs and starts walking towards me.
"Look you don't want to die right, you are apparently very valuable, and like it or not you're coming with me." He says with a smirk. I knew he was a bit egotistical, but the real him is so much worse than when we met in olive.tv.
"I'd like to see you try." For a moment we are staring at each other, our eyes of hunger.
I look away as I start to blush, and boy I can feel his smirk even when I'm not looking at him. What a complete attractive asshole. Im looking at the direction of my bedside table, shards of my face scattered everywhere, and a single drop of green clear liquid.
My vision starts the blur as soon as I realize what he did to me, but how. I look at him with fury in my eyes, I could do so many questionable things to him, but now I seeing two. He comes closer and I punch him with all my might, but he stands they're like nothing happened. I swing my hands and I trip forward on to him. He grabs my waist and caress my face to make me face him.
He comes close to my ears and whispers "Cmon pretty one, you taunt me with the cut of your smooth legs and expects me not to poison you."
He pulls back and smiles at me with his cute punchable face. Then darkness arrises as my knees weaken, as he hugs me and starts bridal carrying me. The thumps of his steps fade as sun glistens from my balcony window. the shadows of orange, pink, and yellow, are the last colors I would see before everything turned monochrome.
***
The smell of burning wood fire, tingles my nose. My eye lid burns dry, my body lies on silk sheets and a comfy mattress, as if I was a princess in a fairy tail. Funny this guy doesn't even know where to stash someone after they kidnap them. My eyes feel heavy but I try to open them, because right now that's the only response my body gives me.
The blur of a dim yellow light overpowers the darkness I faced before. The ceiling of brown ash wood, decorated with a moose horn, gives this place a worm feeling of the forest. Are we in a cabin? Did he bring me to the forest, his hide out, or his layer?
"drink this" he feeds me a spoon full of white liquid that smells like acids from oceans.
"Its the antidote for the poison." He adds.
I give him a look of disgust, but as he forces the spoon nearing my mouth I can't help but opening my mouth. swallowing with a very salty gulp. It either drinking it and probably die, or literally die because he poisoned me. Whatever means survival I guess.
Not a second later. I feel a tingling sensation on the tips of my fingers and feet, the antidote is taking effect. I slowly push my upper body to a sitting position, as I stare at him and the room I'm in. Its filled with antique swords and animal skins for carpets and heads. the wooden floor and walls, and burning chimney, hint that this is definitely a cabin. except that there is no windows, no natural light source. the silk red sheets feel expensive and shine with exponential smoothness, I could sleep in this bed for years.
As I look foward I notice in the far distance a large 2 by 2 square metal door that doesn't compliment the theme of the room. Except that it isn't a door, since there isn't a door, its just a big metallic grey frame that leads to a dark hallway. I can barely see what's in there or what lies before my eyes.
I see Marco walk around the room towards the wooden light brown closet, he takes something and puts it near the end corner of the bed.
"Put this on." he demands.
I touch the lacy fabric and stretch the folded cloth out to have a better look.
"This isn't clothes.. it's barely... anything."
"Its the clothings that you have to wear when you're here, it's not so far from what you wore last time we danced till you fell for my arms." what does he mean by here. What country did he bring me too, is it part of the Italian traditions?
"You mean the time where you poisoned me and brought me to this place, I mean where do I start Marco."
Im frustrated that in one whole day everything has changed, the warmth of my apartment is gone, and the worry of the one I love is bothering me, but even my brain is all scrambled and can't seem to put the words to ask the question I've been wanting to ask form the first time I learned that they were brothers.
There are so many questions I have to ask. All the words are coming out with stutters and mutters. Im shaking with exhaustion and confusion. I see him looking at me with petty in his eyes, I hate that feeling is as if he sees right through me. He starts to walk away as if he doesn't care anymore, but I can't let him go yet. He needs to answer my bazillion questions.
"HE-Y WAa-it" I manage to at least get those words out. He stops his pace at the edge of nearly stepping out to the dark hallway.
"Ill answer all your questions after you change your clothes and join us for dinner." He says as he starts to walk forward again. He slowly fades into the darkness and the only thing I see is the silhouette of his hands giving a welcome gesture.
"Selena you better prepare yourself, the Underground isn't like what you think."