Forbade (Thriller Phanfic)

Preface

Pandora's Point of View

August 21, 2007

12:26 AM

 

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"Thanks." I said, pulling my margarita from the bar.

"You're so cliché." Countered Belle as she took a shot of vodka. "Ugh, that stuff is disgusting."

 "Honey, you have no right to call me cliché. You're the one with a fucking Disney princess name."

 Belle rolled her eyes and tried to change the topic of the conversation.

"Hey, who's that guy over there? He looks just like your type," She said, raising her eyebrows and making snogging sounds. Across from the bar, there was this really shady looking guy wearing all black in the corner. I squinted my eyes because it was so dark and he just seemed to… blend in. Once I could actually make out what he looked like through all the sweaty bodies on the dance floor between us, I could tell that he actually was sort of cute. He had dark, straight hair and a fringe on the left side of his face. His nose and jawline was very defined, even in the dark. He tilted his head upward to meet my gaze, and when I realized he caught me checking him out, I turned away, blushing. Even after that complete and utter embarrassment, I still had this craving to talk to him. I looked back at Belle and she had averted her attention to flirting with the bartender, so I took the chance and went over to talk to this mysterious man.

I sat down on the leather futon next to him, trying to be loud so he would notice. For the first five minutes, he didn't even say anything, and i was just standing up to go back to Belle when he grabbed my wrist. I turned around and he was looking deeply into my eyes, mouthing for me to sit back down. I cautiously perched on the edge of the couch and he pushed me to where by back was against the couch. He moved closer to me, so close that I could feel his breath on my ear and I tensed up.

"Come with me, Pandora." he whispered. Damn, all this forcefulness was sort of turning me on…

"I hardly know you and how the hell do you know my name?"

"I said, come with me."

"But, Belle-"

"It doesn't matter. We're going back to my flat. Come on." Oh, I liked the sound of that.

He pulled me by the wrist outside of the bar, and when we stopped to wait for a cab, I pulled my phone out to text Belle some excuse as to why I was leaving so unexpectedly.

"What are you doing?" The man said, smacking the phone out of my hand. It crashed onto the concrete into countless pieces.

I had so many questions about him, but I could only get one to actually roll off my tongue. "Who are you?"

"Dan. Dan Howell. Why do you ask?"

"You're just - really mysterious."

"I get that a lot."

This guy was making absolutely no sense, and neither were my emotions. He was an absolute stranger and for some reason I was agreeing to go home with him. My jumbled thought process was interrupted by the nearby splashing sounds of a cab running through a puddle. Dan opened the cab door and pushed me inside. He told the driver where to drive, but I wasn't paying attention. I was too distracted by my thoughts and the fact that Dan had placed his hand on my leg. Damnit, he was so attractive and I just couldn't help myself. I didn't even mind that he had his hand on my thigh. I did nothing about it.

When the taxi arrived at what seemed to be his flat, Dan paid the driver and, surprisingly, didn't have to drag me out of the cab this time. I followed him myself, for I knew there was know getting out of this situation now, and a small part of me didn't even want to leave. Okay, maybe a large part. Teenage hormones were a big factor.

I practically jogged up the stairs after him. Jesus Christ, I was craving Dan so much. When I reached him, he was standing outside of his apartment door, elbow propped up on the wall with a little half smile. I could see him better with the light now, and he looked even fitter than before. But, there was no time for me to stare at him in awe, for he had already swooped me in through the door.

Dan slammed the door shut, grabbing my wrists and pushing my back against it forcefully. He immediately began trailing sloppy kisses up my neck, moaning slightly. My hands were restrained, and I felt like I was about to explode. I was nearly shaking of anticipation. He moved his kisses all the way up to my lips, pushing his body up to mine.

I felt something sticking out of his pants brush up against my leg, and at this point, I didn't care how cliché i sounded:

"Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just excited to see me?"

"Why don't you decide that for yourself, Pandora?"

He pulled the gun out of his pocket. There was a loud sound, then pain and ringing, then nothing.