Chapter 2: Eternity

Reilly's' POV

I was sleeping, I remembered it, and I had woke thinking that all of this was just a dream. I opened my eyes and I knew immediately it was no dream, someone had taken off my jacket, and I was inside a room. Last nights events ran through my head, I jumped out of the bed as if it were burning me. There was someone else in the bed. He rose up slowly on his elbows and looked at me. He was wearing nothing, I gaped. He was pale like polished ivory, and had black hair trailing down one side of his face.

He smiled and got out of the bed, he was wearing only a pair of black silk boxers. I remembered who he was then, the guy from my dreams last night. Was it a dream?

"No it wasn't." He said coolly, walking over to me. I backed up frightened of his presence; he was so broad and was well muscled through-out his entire body. Why was my head hurting, I had not gotten drunk? I looked at him, had he slipped something into my drink.

"No I didn't." I stopped backing away, looking at him. He crossed the rest of the distance between us and I had to tilt my chin up to look him in the eyes. He had smoky grey eyes the color of dark murky silver. He had an amused smile on his face.

He trailed a hand through my hair wrapping it around his hand. He pulled slightly and I refused to get any closer. He jerked my hair this time and I stumbled forward into his arms. I immediately started struggling remembering something from last night. I kicked him and scratched his arms wanting him to let go of me. He took it all not retaliating once I stepped on his feet, I tried everything.

He turned me around in his arms and was holding my elbows. He lifted me up the ground eye level with him. My heart was caught in my throat. He was staring death my way. As a last result I kicked him between his legs. He screamed in pain and let go of me, I fell to the ground. I got up and started to run to the run to what looked like the door. I was right my hands just barely grasped the brass knob, before I was jerked by a pair of strong hands. I slammed into a chest and I looked up and couldn't help when I started to scream. But before I could he put his hand over my mouth.

"You're going to pay for that." He said quietly, I gulped and stared up at him. He was still only wearing his boxers for some reason I remembered this just then. He slapped me hard and threw me to the ground. He hit me a couple of times. After a while I was in excruciating pain and all I could do was just try to block him from hitting me in my stomach again. He had not broken anything I had become an expert on whether or not something was broken, during my short life span.

He stopped and knelt down beside me. Wait I was on the ground; I put both of my hands in front of me and struggled to push myself up. How had I fallen I don't remember falling. Pain. I cried out in pain losing the strength in my arms and fell back down hard. He was still staring at me in perfect reach for a kick but I dared not too.

"Have you learned?" he asked me, coming closer. He wasn't even sweating, why wasn't he sweating. I grimaced, everything was starting to bruise and swell. I closed my eyes and opened them again. He hadn't hit me in my face at all; he had just gone for my stomach. Why my stomach? I started thinking about this, when he snapped his fingers in front of my face.

"Have you learned or do we have to start all over again?" He asked and balled his fists.

"No." I almost yelled before I could stop myself. I hated that, I stared at him, and all he had for me in his fathomless eyes was contempt and amusement. I knew this was a horrible idea; I raised my leg and kicked him in his face one last time. He looked shock and I lowered my leg. Even if he was about to beat me into the floor until I was a mushy mess. I would have known that I had not given up. It was the principal of the thing. I laughed and winced when I did. He was watching and I looked back smiling at him. My eyes all but saying: I'm not afraid of you.

He caught me by my throat; I hadn't even seen his hand moved. But there his hand was at my throat, he stood up and with him I came standing. I take that back, I was afraid of him. He was so angry; I usually had this effect on people. He started to take off my clothes, and I covered my body unwillingly, knowing what was about to happen next. I suddenly felt sorry for every thing I had done to him, but kept silent, I was not about to beg. It didn't matter; he ripped my clothes off of me and hoisted me up into his arms. Tears spilled down my cheeks and I couldn't stop them.

I needed to get away, I knew that, but my arms just would not move to hit him. Everything hurt too much. I looked down my stomach was one big bruise of mottled purples and nasty black. We passed the bed and I looked up at him. His eyes were on another section of his room, I followed his gaze. He opened the room and we walked into a lavish Victorian styled bathroom. There was a large bathtub almost Jacuzzi looking thing that could fit four people in a corner, and a walk-in shower in the other. I stared at all this he must have been rich. There were two marble sinks, the color of black and white.

He walked over to the Jacuzzi-looking-thing, and sat down on the edge; he put me on his lap, like I was a small child, and turned on the knobs. Steam slowly started to fill the place and I shivered. I started remembering that I needed to struggle, but as that thought passed through my mind he hooked an arm under my legs and his other across my chest and he held me against his bare chest like that. I started to struggle slightly, and he looked down at me.

"You have tried my patience Reilly; enough is enough for one day. I can continue to beat you all day long and never tire. You think you are in pain, try me one more time and I will redefine pain in your mortal mind." He hissed at me, tightening his grip. My legs were forced against my stomach and I did cry out in pain. He squeezed my legs like that a little more until it was almost unbearable and I was whimpering before he stopped.

I lay motionless in his arms and watched the pool slowly feel. Trying to remember what had happened yesterday, and getting the pain out of my mind. I was suddenly dropped into the pool, I yelped in pain when the hot water surrounded me. I started to struggle a little to shocked and in pain from my bruises, tickling and burning. Two cool hands were on my shoulders and pulled me up to where a little alcove was in the pool I sat down on that and felt a little relieved.

He let go of me and tipped my face so I was looking into his eyes.

"You stay in this pool, and don't mess with the taps." He turned off the taps and left closing the bathroom door. I was first in pain for a little while then it slowly eased, as I became accustom to the water. I slid down and let the very top of my head get wet, I scratched at my hair getting clean. I heard the door open and close and I stopped and looked up, he had brought with him soap, and a change of clothes. He set the clothes down on the marble sink and pulled off his boxers, I turned away blushing. I heard him chuckle and he got in the tub. My eye were downcast and then I remembered what I didn't (well that's what I told myself) was now down there, my head shot up. He was on the other side of the pool; I looked at the door, thinking about getting up and trying to run.

"I heard the water swish and looked back over to him he was beside me now, taking my hair into his hands. I pulled away from him not wanting him to be close. He yanked my hair forcing me to come back to where I was. I yelped, and tried again. His arm came around my waist and pulled me back. I screamed in pain he immediately let go with a curse. He went higher and hooked his arm around my upper shoulders and pulled me back. I turned pushing on his chest, wanting to get away from him.

He sat there his arm still around me, just waiting. As if I was a little kid who needed to get this out of their system. I was having no effect on him whatsoever pushing I stopped and turned away from him.

"Finished?" He asked mockingly, chuckling again. I made a move to elbow him low where I knew it would affect him. He caught my arm just before I did and twisted it behind my back. I gritted my teeth and tried to use my other arm ignoring the pain. He caught that one two and he put extra pressure on both of them behind my back. I thrashed around in the water and he put more pressure on my arms. Pain. My arms were starting to scream in protest, but this was not going to happen to me. Not again. He slowly put more pressure on my arms until I could only stop and think about the mind numbing pain, they were at the brink of popping out of my sockets. I yelled in pain, and only when I had stopped moving had he lessened the pressure. I sat there completely still, hating him, and hating me more because I was so weak.

"You are not weak, just compared to me you are." He said letting go of my arms, I rubbed my arms, they were burning. He started to massage my shoulders, until they felt better. I tensed not liking him so close. He moved up higher on my neck and massaged in circles. I sighed, closing my eyes.

He stopped and gathered my hair into his hands once again. "Why were you on that roof?" He asked and started to put soap in my hair. I started to turn and look at him, but he stopped me putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Just stay still." He said putting soap in my hair he started to wash my hair and clean it. When my hair was now a mass of white foam, he told me to wash to out, and I did. He started the process over and then stopped when I came back up and my hair was clean and red once again. He muttered something under his breath that I couldn't catch. He ran his hands through my hair, and then moved away from me giving me some space. He lounged back against one of spots were you sit. I was still turned away from him, looking the other way.

"Get clean and when you're finished dry off and put those clothes on. Then will go get you something to eat." He said getting out; I heard him open something inside the bathroom and then left closing the door. After a while I looked over to see, he was gone. I used some of the shower jell and cleaned off the rest of my body. I got out and wiped myself dry with a white fluffy towel. I put on the new clothes that he had so graciously provided after he had ripped my old ones.

I used the restroom, and after I was finished I looked around the bathroom, deciding to stay in here and avoid him for as long as possible.

"I would suggest that you get out of my bathroom." I heard him call; I jumped and looked at the door. I went over to it and locked it backing away from it. He knocked on the door, and said in an angry voice.

"Reilly I would open this door if I were you." I shook my head even though he could not see it. I was not about to go out there, when he was out there. My hair was still dripping wet and was making the back of the shirt stick to my back. I heard him walk away from the door then come back. I walked over to the door, the lock started to turn and I turned it back. Everything was still for one second then the lock turned full force, and I don't think even God could have stopped it.

He opened the door and jerked me out of the bathroom; he was leaning down his face only millimeters away from mine. He slapped me across my face and I only stared at him. He was not amused anymore, I stared back not caring, and did he think he was doing anything that had not been done to me before.

"Don't ever do that again, understand?" He said quietly.

"You really think I am going to obey you." I asked staring back.

"If you were smart you would." He said his grip tightening on my upper arm. I grimaced and bit my lower lip.

"Do you think I am smart Kyros?" I asked the name had just popped in my mind.

"I don't know are you?" He said pulling me closer, I tried to jerk back but he kept me exactly where I was.

"I am not going to obey you." I said almost screaming it at him.

"You will in time." He said.

"No I won't I never will." I said struggling more.

"Aithne, we have an eternity together." He told me, he forced me closer and did something to my neck. I immediately felt better and I relaxed, something in my mind was telling me to start fighting. But I ignored it, it was just Kyros. Kyros! I jerked away kneeing him, my skin tore for some reason and I put my hand up on it. I looked at my hand, it was covered in blood. I looked up at him; he had a few drops of blood on his lip. He licked them away, and started to come for me again. I grabbed me and pulled me closer locking me in a grip that I couldn't pull away from. This was not possible this only happened in books. I screamed and he bit me again, the feeling of piece and calm passed over me again. I was still awake when he stopped but I was too groggy to really say, or do anything.

He turned me around in his arms so I was facing him I looked up at him, hating him. He was just smiling at me. My eyes closed but I forced them back up. I was starting to get really hungry and I was so thirsty. He picked me up and I couldn't protest and put me back in the bed. I turned away from him groggily and fell asleep.

A/N Hee he Story number Two I hope yall like this one as much as the other one. Ill talk to yall soon R&R please. Ill post a chapter when i get back sometime this weekend from the funeral. Ttyl Bye

Rebe