The Persistent Alpha, & Resistant Luna

2. Tall, Dark & Nonchalant .

Is that.. Vanilla? Vanilla with.. with an earthy mix to it. Mmm.. I like it, it's.. soothing..

I squeezed my eyes tightly shut a couple of times, trying to adjust my view. Then sat up, looking around the strange, dimly lit room I was in, rubbing my aching head.

I was laying on an unfamiliar bed and my lord, it was huge. The sheets were golden, not yellow, but looked as if gold itself was made into thread just to weave these sheets.

I climbed off the large bed, cautious and careful not to make a sound. Luckily I wasn't heavy enough to make the floor creak, though my height did give me a little weight no matter how small my frame was.

5'6 and a half isn't much, but it sure does look like it when you're all legs. Fortunately I'm not a toothpick and I exercise, otherwise my physique would be that of a mantis.

When my feet touched the smooth, dark wood floors, I looked down. I touched over my body, then smirked at my bare feet.

Where the hell is my coat and my boots? Oooh man, someone has a death wish.

I crept to the door that I assumed was the exit and placed my ear to it. No one seemed to be around, so I cracked the door open, placing an eye to the opening.

No one. Not even a peep.

I crept down a hallway, silently praying that I was going the right way and that I wouldn't run into any unwanted company.

"Off so soon?"

A small noise escaped my lips as I turned around to face the man behind the husky voice that was slightly accented.

"W-who.. Who are you?" I managed, noting that he clearly wasn't the same man from the woods.

I stared into the strange, exotic eyes of this tall man, 6'1 maybe 6'2, dark inky hair, making it look almost purple.. or blue maybe.

His white tank clung to his obviously broad frame and his sweats hung dangerously low, flashing his V-cut.

His skin was deeply tanned and his eyes were an odd color. They were extremely light brown, the lightest pale brown I'd ever seen, with his left eye holding a spec of green around the pupil.

"Your savior." He said without much enthusiasm behind his voice, obviously being a smart ass.

"Savior and kidnapper have two very different meanings."

"I'm sure of it." He watched me with a bland expression, or rather, no expression at all.

So that's all you're going to respond to me with?

"I want to leave."

"Be my guest." He nodded his head in the direction I had been heading. "You'll find your way out if you continue down that hall."

"How can I be sure someone isn't going to attack me, or that you won't for that matter?"

"No harm will come to you. You have my word." His expression was cold, blank still.

"And I'm just suppose to just trust that? My kidnapper's promising words.. yeah. Sure."

He shrugged nonchalantly.

"Believe what you will, I'm going to bed. Let yourself out if you must go."

If I must go? What the hell? Of course I must!

I've been attacked by some random guy, kidnapped by another, and taken to some strange place to wake up without my coat and favorite pair of combat boots on.