Stolen Love

~*Rated for sexual scenes and mild language*~

~Chapter One~

*Thump, thump…*

A lone figure stood quietly in the dark, her heart beating furiously.

*Thump, thump…*

Her head lifted slowly, at the sound of approaching footsteps.

*Thump, thump…*

She drew out her enchanting silver sword slowly, knowing this probably was going to be her last stand.

*Thump, thump…*

The man stopped in front of her, dressed in black, blending perfectly with the background. "Looks like this is it love…"

"Maybe for you…" She said icily, and swung her sword swiftly at him. He quickly drew out his own, swords clashing and—

"Anya! Did you hear a word I said?" Anya jumped as she was interrupted from her daze.

"Oh, sorry Peggy…" Anya apologized quickly and she picked up her forgotten pencil.

Peggy rolled her eyes at her daydreaming student. "Anya, you're 18 years old now, aren't you a little too old to dream now?"

Anya smiled sadly, "I suppose so. But one can never be old to use their imagination, can they?"

"No, but at least try to keep that imagination of yours in control in public. You are the President's daughter, and you need to act presentable for him," Peggy reminded her.

"Oh don't remind me. He HAD to be elected on my last year of highschool, my most important year! And I can't even spend it with my friends…"

"Having a private tutor isn't all that bad, is it?"

"It is nice that I don't have to leave the White House to go to school, but did he have to get me a tutor? No offense Peggy…"

"None taken. But I guess he thought you would be happier this way-"

"If he really knew me he would of thought twice before separating me from my friends," Anya said harshly.

Peggy sighed, "We're not going to get anything else done today, you might as well go."

"Bye Peggy," Anya gathered her books and walked quickly to her room.

(Later that night)

President Sharp walked down the long hallway to his daughter's room. Everything looked clean and orderly until he got to Anya's door. Posters of movies and popular books filtered the doorframe. He knocked on it slowly.

"Anya, may I come in?" His deep voice asked timidly. Lately, he hadn't been on good terms with his daughter, and he was slightly concerned about her.

"Yes…" came Anya's soft voice. The President opened the door slowly, to reveal an extremely messy room, but with it's own style. Clothes and crumpled papers of started stories littered the floor. Her desk was also covered with forgotten stories. Anya was on the bed, laying face down, writing in a notebook furiously.

The President picked his way carefully to her bed, and sat on the end of it. Anya didn't look up from her notebook as he did this.

He stared at her for a few moments, then tried to strike up a good conversation. "I haven't seen you all day Anya! You didn't come to see me, as you usually do and-"

"But Mr. President, I wouldn't want to interrupt your work!" Anya said sarcastically, never looking up from her notebook.

A flash of hurt flew across Sharp's face. "You know I wouldn't mind."

Anya finally sat up, and closed her notebook. "No, of course you wouldn't. Dad, why can't I ever leave the grounds without someone always watching me?"

The President blinked at the sudden subject change. "Well, you ARE my only daughter, and," he smiled while looking at her, "you're very beautiful honey. Someone might try and pick you up."

Anya was indeed beautiful. Her face was perfectly formed with high cheekbones and tanned smooth skin. Her emerald green eyes were dazzling, and entrancing to look at. Her body was slender, and perfectly curved. Her long, wavy, thick, chestnut hair cascaded fluidly down her back.

Anya rolled her eyes and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "But I need my privacy!"

"I understand that honey, but for now, your protection comes first."

"Fine." Anya flopped down on her pillow, and reached over to turn off the light. "Goodnight Mr. President."

President Sharp got up and walked out the door. "Love you Anya…" He said softly while closing it.

Anya listened to the retreating footsteps of her father, then crept up to the door, and looked out of it, making sure the coast was clear. She quickly ran back to the bed, and stuffed some pillows in it to make it look as if someone were sleeping in it. Then she grabbed her coat, and silently made her way out to the front door without being noticed.

"Hey Bob. I'm going out for my walk now," Anya said as she closed the front door behind her. The security guard standing outside nodded, and winked at her. Anya walked swiftly down the long walk to the gates, and slipped outside. The gunmen on the roof of the White House watched her carefully.

Bob called another guard to his post, then slowly trailed Anya, walking a great distance behind her. Him and Anya had talked about her privacy, and he understood enough to keep out of sight.

Anya quickly made her way towards the park. She knew Bob was following her, but she felt as if someone else was watching her. Once or twice she stopped, and looked around. But all she saw was the distant figure of Bob behind her. She shook her head of her paranoid thoughts, and went into the park she finally made it to.

Bob waited patiently at the gates for her to come out, for he knew this was a very special night for her.

Going deep into the park, she made it to a beautiful moonlight lake. The moonlight danced upon the smooth lake's surface. The trees surrounded the area like a picture frame. She smiled at the sight. Then she spotted a man next to the lake, sitting on the side of it, who seemed as if he was also entranced at the sight.

She walked up and sat beside him. "Oh it's beautiful Derek. We should come here more often," Anya said softly, as if words would ruin this moment.

"Yea, it's gorgeous isn't it?" Derek remarked, but he kept his eyes on her. She noticed this, and met his gaze. She laughed and went into his warm embrace.

"I wish we didn't have to keep meeting in private like this Derek, but my father won't let me have any space," Anya laid her head on his chest.

"Ah, I don't know. I kind of like this better." Anya blinked and lifted her head to look into his baby blue eyes. He lowered his head, and pressed his lips lightly on hers. As he pulled away, Anya smiled at the tenderness of this action.

"We've been dating for more than three years now, and you finally have the courage to kiss me?" Anya teased him.

"Just waiting for the opportune moment." He laid his head on Anya's bosom. "I know this sounds cheesy, but I have to say it. I love you more than anyone Anya. I would give anything to know that you love me the same." He looked up at her, and sat up, and reached in his pocket. It was a simple golden band, but it was enough to make Anya's heart stop.

"I truly love you Anya, would you be willing to spend your life with a guy like me?" His eyes twinkled hopefully at her. She could barely form words, for her happiness was overflowing.

"I thought you would never ask!" She jumped on him, causing her to be laying on top of him in the grass, and he laughed in relief. He slipped the band on her ring finger smoothly, then gently pulled her to his level. They kissed again, only more passion was there. Their tongues begged for entrance for eachother's mouth, and finally Anya gave way. She let his tongue explore thoroughly, then they came up for air.

She laughed, and rolled off him, closing her eyes happily. Then, feather light kisses began trailing down her neck, and hands explored her body above her clothes. She moaned in pleasure, and she felt a tongue once again begging for entrance, and she willing gave it as the hands massaged her body, only under her clothes this time.

She opened her eyes, but instead of seeing the curly blond haired man she expected, she saw a dark haired man instead. She opened her mouth to scream, but the mysterious man covered her mouth quickly with his hand.

"Thanks for the ride, love." The man said with a sneer. Anya bit his hand in disgust, which causing him to let go momentarily in pain. She pushed him off her, and sucked in her breath quickly in horror, seeing Derek face down in the grass.

Using her hesitation, the man pounced on her, and covered her mouth again with his hand. "Sorry love, I have to…" He apologized sincerely, and then sprayed a fume up her nose. Instantly, Anya fell into a dark troubled sleep.

~* Hey peoples! I know this chapter may have been a little choppy, but this is just setting up the story. And this is my first FictionPress story ever, so constructive criticism is welcome. Please review!