Author: ZombieBunnyLaugh PM
Leanette " Lime " has been kidnapped. So of course she should be spending her time ploting her escape, right? Then why is she wanting to do everything he says? Willing tolerates the maid outfits? And always craves another kiss from him?Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 5 - Words: 5,872 - Reviews: 22 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 5 - Updated: 04-22-12 - Published: 04-06-12 - id: 3011461
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I was hip bumping my sister. Yeah, seriously. She pulled me into one of those crazy dance breaks that only a 10 year old could know so well. The featured song of the WEEK was Shakira's She Wolf. Yes, I know. Hardly a song for a child. I even thought the same thing. Until I asked her what she thought it meant. She answered quote,
" It's about the epic battle of vampires and werewolf all because of princess She Wolf, who the vampires locked in their enchanted closet. "
I didn't worry after that.
As I was saying, we were showing off our pretty impressive dance moves while Princess She Wolf rocked out behind the enchanted closet. I was about to show off my remix of the sprinkler when I heard the so called voice of an angel.
" Lime. Phone. Come, " he drawled. I really don't know know what those girls saw in him. I mean if you looked past his forest green eyes, aurburn hair, flawless skin, and toned body, my brother was just a nerdy ginger in disguise.
" Lime. Come. Or I'm hanging up."
" Coming! " I yelled.
But before I could get anywhere Sal pulled me back.
" Sissy, you can't leave, " she whined pulling on my nightie. I knew from experience that she wasn't going to give up too easily. So I knealt down, put on my best serious face, and gave the speech of my life.
" But I must, " I pleaded, "I must go report news of our latest discovery to the werewolf officials, so we can win." I still saw denial in her her eyes so I gave it my all, " But you must stay Sal because your dancing is the only thing keeping Princess She Wolf alive! " That was the push she needed because she stood at attention and saluted me. I had to stifle a laugh as I saluted back. I turned and Marched away when O heard She Wolf start up again and I knew that Sal was doing her job.
"Finally. I have stuff to do," Pothe commented upon my arrival.
"Experiment entry 47: Gingers are impatient," I spat back at him.
" Whatever, " and he went to his room to probably play chess. Nerd
" Hello, " I called into the phone.
"Why did you have to come so quickly, " my best friend Bain whined, " Pothe and I were having an intriguing conversation! "
Now I loved Bain almost as much as she loves my brother, but she was out of his league. Not that she couldn't get him. She could. See, Bain had all the attributes of a ditsy blonde. Except she was WAY less ditsy than most blondes. And my brother had this sick pleasure of dating girls dumber than him. You know, so that his intelligence would feel superior. So Bain as my future sister-in-law was a dream that was never going to manifest.
" So what do you want? "
" Uh... Oh yeah! I'm not going to be here next week! " she answered.
" Why? " I questioned even though I already knew the answer.
" Cause I'm a secret ninja on a mission, " Bain replied calmly. That was her way of saying that her dad's new girlfriend wants to get to know her so she's going to have to go down to his Carribean villa for a week.
"Ok. Is that all? " I ask.
" Yersh, love."
" Well bye, pie, " I saluted.
" Peace to pieces. " and the call ended.
When I went back to the living room it was 12:47 a.m. and Sal was knocked out on the couch. So I carried the fragile girl up the spiral mohagony staircase into her One Direction postered room, tucked her in, and tip-toed out. I stumbled into my sea painted domain and plopped down on my plush bed. It was 1:00 a.m. when I went to sleep.
It was 3:23 a.m. when I felt him.
At first it was a gentle brush on my cheek that I overlooked. But it kept happening. I shook my restless head and all was calm. That was when something softly but firmly lifted up my chin. Slightly annoyed I opened my eyes and internally gasped.
It was a boy older than me, but not by much. He was slender but I didn't think I wanted to press my luck and put up a struggle. He must have sensed that I wasn't asleep anymore because he smirked and pulled my face even closer to his. Our lips were so close that if I sneezed we would end up way past making out.
He leaned down and kissed the left corner of my mouth. I couldn't even get a good feel of his lips it was so soft, but his scent filled my body with cinnammon-y warmth. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear.
" Sweet. Just like I expected. " and just as quickly as those words left his mouth, he brought a damp cloth up to my mouth and nose. I inhaled sharply. Big mistake. It was chloroform and I could feel it working instantly.
I fought. I thrashed about. Wildy flinging my covers to the floor. I fisted his shirt. Clawed up his arms. Kicked at his sides. As my head got lighter and lighter I fought harder and harder. I wasn't going to be taken this easily. I was going to make him remember me.
Even though I fought as hard as I could, it wasn't enough. It was like he was expecting a struggle and he kept his hands glued to my body with a firm grip. I guess my legs were flailing around pretty crazily because the next thing I knew, the shelf that held my porcelain figurines came crashing down. In the haze of what was left of my mind I heard footsteps and yelling and I had never loved Aunt May and her porcelaine gifts more than at that moment. My world was getting blacker, my body felt lighter, and I started to tire. Soon I was just laying there.
I heard my kidnapper open my window and I felt the burst of cold air. I realized that I was only in my cotton nightie and that outside wasn't my best friend. I heard my door bust open as soon as my kidnapper jumped out the window with me in his arms. I looked at him and saw his curly, messy mop of hair flying everywhere. I then thought, I absolutely love his curly hair.
Those were my last thoughts before I completely blacked out. When I came to, I was chained to a wall in a gray stone basement in a french maid outfit.