Damien stared down at the woman beneath him, her pearl-white face shining under the lights and her lush eyelashes lightly fluttering in slow motion. Her mouth was agape as if she was trying to speak words he could not hear. Damien paused to focus and listened to the rhythm of her beating heart, and was suddenly hit with a familiar yet distant scent that stirred memories within him.
He slowly looked upon her once more and her face became clearer and the shining gone. He recognized her immediately - it was Lauren.
"Damien! It's me, Lauren," she said. Damien, slightly startled, responded without a beat, "I'm sorry." He released his grip on her arms and stepped down from the bed.
She took in a deep breath before getting up from the bed.
"What are you doing here?" He asked as he ran his fingers through his midnight curls.
He was topless and Lauren couldnt help marvel at his toned and muscular body. His broad shoulders tapered down to a slim waist, and his skin was a smooth sunkissed.
Every inch of him rippled with muscle, from the veiny ridges leading down his arm to the tight abdominal muscles. His chest was expansive and powerful, leading down to a flat stomach dotted with sculpted lines.
Lauren couldn't believe the sight before her - it was as if he had been chiseled from marble. She had never seen a more perfect physical specimen in her life. She stood transfixed, her eyes drinking in every detail of his form.
His smirked at her for sizing him up, his face was punctuated by an enigmatic stare and a captivating smile that was both mischievous and inviting.
"Eyes up here agent lauren" he taunted causing her to look away in embarrassment.
She inwardly chided herself for always lowering her guard whenever he was around.
"Its ok to stare, but first you have to tell me why you were in my room" he asked pouring himself a glass of bourbon.
"Please can you get dressed?" she asked looking everywhere but him.
He watched her and couldnt help chuckling at how cute she looked with her red pointy ears and cheeks.
He dropped the glass and turned towards his mini closet to grab his rope.
As soon as he spun around, his huge back tattoo was revealed to Lauren. Her breath caught at the sight of the intricate drawing - three children were kneeling and crying over two men lying in a pool of blood. The man on the left had a crown on his head, while another tattoo of a long sword with a diamond-encrusted handle stretched down his spine.
Lauren was still trying to comprehend the meaning of this hauntingly beautiful but disturbing image when Damien suddenly returned from the closet.
She wanted to ask him about the tattoo on his back but she felt it would be overstepping her boundaries so she dropped the idea.
"Your eyes"...she said staring at his eyes.
"My eyes?, What about them?" he asked gulping down the drink in his hand.
"Its golden color right now" she said amazed at how beautiful it looked.
He stopped what he was doing and looked at the glass in front of him and true to what she said, his eyes where truly golden.
"Perfect timing" he muttered in exasperation.
"Well, apparently this color come and goes" he said casually and went back to pouring himself another bottle, he hoped she wouldn't probe more and leave it, he had no intention of telling her about the prophecy just yet.
She watched him recoil on one of the sofas in his room, cross legged and drinking his whiskey.
She walked up and sat opposite him.
"Pour me a glass because what I'm about to tell you might sound crazy" she said sighing.
He poured her a glass and kept the bottle aside, waiting to hear the crazy tale she wanted to unveil.
She gulped down the liquid in one fell swoop, and cleared her throat, he smiled at her action.
"Humans" he muttered before sipping the drink.
"I had the strangest dream of my life three weeks ago about a man with the same eye color as you" she began, he listened to her attentively.
She went on to narrate everything that she saw in her dream, the color of the forest, the icy deserts ,the giant dogs and deep claw on the neck of the man fighting off the dogs..
"I know it sounds unbelievable but it happened in my dream...and deep down I kind of feel what happened in my dream was real, I know that sounds crazy right" she looked at his emotionless face and wondered what was going through his mind.
"I know you wouldn't believe me, chloe didn't either so I don't blame you, even I wouldn't have believed me either" she rambled on. she had already had three glasses and was slightly getting tipsy.
"I believe you, I believe everything you just said" he said calmly staring at her beet red face.
She looked at him, a full minute before her brain registered what he just said.
"You do?...oh that's a relief because I thought I was going crazy " she said chuckling.
"But why?" She asked looking straight at him.
"Why what?" He asked back, he knew what she was asking but he wanted her to say it.
"Why do you believe me?" She asked Recoiling on the seat..
He thought for a minute about her question and once again contemplated on telling her his reasons but she wouldn't believe him.
'How can I tell you that we share the same dream without coming off as liar or a creep?'
'How should I tell you that the giant dogs you think you saw weren't dogs but lycan?'
'How do I explain what lycans are?'
'How can I tell you that the injury on my neck was real and so was the fight?'
These and more were the things he considered before decided against telling her.
"I have my reasons" he said not emphasising more on his reasons..
"Fair enough, atleast you believe me" she said.
"But how did you get this golden eye color, is it an eye defect, where you born like that because I can swear your eyes has always been heterochromatic" she said, her eyes slightly closing.
"Thats a story for another day" he said giving he his mischievous lopsided smile.
"That's not fair, I told you mine, now you are hoarding yours" she pouted.
He watched her pout cutely before passing out on his sofa,he chuckled at her action.
"You trust me that much human?" He muttered before picking her up from the sofa to his bed.
He dropped her softly on the bed and covered her up with the duvet.
He bent slightly to remove a strand of hair that spread across her face, and watched her sleep.
She was truly one of the most beautiful humans he had ever seen. He stood to leave but his hand was held by the sleeping Lauren, he looked down and watched her lips move, bending to catch what she was muttering, he smiled on hearing her words.
"Thank you damien" she muttered in her sleep.
"Sleep now Lauren" he patted her gently on the head before leaving.
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At exactly 5am, lauren turned and tossed on the bed before finally laying on her back.
gradually opening her eyes she noticed the image above her looked entirely different from what her room looked like, instantly she remembered that she was supposed to be on the jet going to Italy, but the color of the room wasnt anything like the one she was given.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a movement. Startled, she turned to her side and was met with the sight of Damien lying on his side propped up on one elbow, his unyielding gaze upon her. She couldn't contain her shock and attempted to jump off the bed in an instant, but her feet slipped off the sheets, throwing her off balance.
Just as she was about to fall off the bed, Damien caught her in his arms and brought her back in, their faces were barely an inch apart. His naked upper body was suprisingly warm and inviting, and Lauren was subconsciously soothed by it.
He smiled at her shocked face and asked gently, "Why are you running?"