To: @Arelin1st
Hope you like it hun. :)
Lovely In Black (Niall Horan)
Leaves crunched, sticks busted, and branches rustled violently as Arelin ran through the endless mass of trees. Though she wasn't alone, and she was running for a reason.
And that reason happened to be running right behind her. She was being hunted. Why?
Because she had escaped. Those meaty hands wanted nothing but her innocence, wanted to be dominant over a fragile little soul like hers, wanted to show the world that he can control someone; that he was powerful.
But Arelin slipped from his grip and sprinted mindlessly in a random direction. In her head, as long as it was away from him, it was safe. Her bare feet had soon felt a difference in soil, one that was damp and dirty with dying vegetation and jagged twigs.
She had ran into the forest. The thought of the wilderness had terrified her, but if it meant losing sight of this vicious predator, then it sounded great.
Arelin's breaths were heavy in her chest, and the sweat on her forehead contradicted the ice in her veins. Adrenaline threatened to make her exasperated heart burst from its current incredible speed.
She kept running, she ran until her legs began to wobble. Unable to go further, she collapses by a bush and gathers her bleeding limbs into her chest. His distinctive footsteps echoed a good ways away from her, so she took the time to let herself breath a little.
She is in absolutely nothing but a navy blue bra, a black undershirt, and a pair of black laced briefs. Cold and wet mix together in the air, torturing her senses with severe discomfort. Her legs suffer from dozens of both thin and deep scratches from all the wood and sharp leaves that sliced mercilessly at her skin, but there's so many that her nerves are numb from shock.
She knows that if he doesn't come and kill her, surely Mother Nature would. These exposed wounds are bound to get infected soon.
A low chuckle had slapped her out of her thoughts. He was dangerously close, his crazed, hitched heaves of oxygen heard from easily about five feet away. Had he seen her? Had she moved and not notice she did?
"I can hear you breathing, sweetheart," he laughed maliciously as he panted. "I like that your chest moves that fast for me," his voice sneered in the dark.
Arelin screws her eyes shut, clamping her lips into her mouth to stifle the screams she desperately wants to release. His sneakers inch toward her at a painfully slow pace. He doesn't know exactly where she hides, but he knows he's close.
She clutches her knees even tighter to chest, so much that she feels like they're gonna bust straight through her rib cage.
He takes another step closer... and she breaks, the tiniest whimper fleeing into the foggy atmosphere.
He lunges blindly into the bush, roughly grabbing her forearm and yanking her to her feet. She screams uselessly, just wanting to let it out.
She kicks his nuts with her knee and manages to run a few more feet as he tries to recover from the painful jab. Her legs betray her once again, sending her to the unforgiving ground.
It's over, her subconsious cries.
He regains his composure and sends her a fatal glare that basically killed her before his fists did. "You little bitch," he laughs humorlessly. A growl forms in the back of his throat as he stalks toward her.
Arelin winces, waiting for the impact. The anger quickly builds inside of him and he roars as he charges at her again, his eyes dark and wild with rage. Arelin screams again, but it gets cut short when the ground gets shaken beneath her body with a loud boom.
She glances up and her eyes search laborously for the source that caused the dirt to rise and the trees to rattle. Once the temporary blindness has faded, she can no longer see the evil man, instead, it was a much more broad figure that stood in front of her. Pure darkness whisps and curls in a smoke around its tall frame. His fists are clenched and paper white, but they looked anything but unhealthily meek. Her mouth drops from its size alone, he's at least between six and seven feet tall. Though strangely enough, she wasn't scared.
"What the hell are you?" Her molester dares to question, his brevity failing immediately.
The creature tilts its head and she almost wants to laugh when she hears her assaulter fall on his ass in utter mortification. His exhilations are shortened and rugged, fear prominently laced in to every one, but she doesn't feel sorry for the slightest of seconds.
She gasps as giant black wings gracefully unfold from under his shoulder blades, stretching to their fullest length of at least twenty feet across. The color of the grand pair is such a deep black that it glimmers voilet in the moonlight.
Using her hands, Arelin drags her body to where she can see the what's happening from under the dark being's feathers. The man is trembling, his eyes peeled on the supernatural form standing threateningly before him. He stumbles to a standing position, and slowly backs away. He puts his quavering hands up, treating the avian man like an angry guard dog that he had woken from its sleep.
After a few steps, he slowly starts to turn, then dashes back in the opposite direction. Arelin's disappointment of his escape doesn't last long when the beast takes flight after him. His wings glide with ease, but create a powerful gust of air as they move. Arelin stares in disbelief as she watches his aileron literally go through the thick trunks of the trees that come into his path, as if they weren't even there.
The cowardly man's struggling legs were no match for the master of flight, so she was sure it wouldn't take long for it to catch up to him. Hidden by fog and an abundance of vegetation, she was unable to see what took place once it did. All that was heard was a single terror-stricken yell before an eerie silence fell upon the woods.
Now she was scared.
The sound of a strong wind comes closer to her as she sees the silhouette of the unnatural individual darkening as it nears. It finally lands with a last flap, then begins concealing his raven wings back into the slits in his back. He shrinks as he does this, looking more human with every successfully buried feather.
Arelin remains frozen in her spot, looking in both uncertainty and awe. His completed transformation results in a blonde-tipped brunette head of hair, icy blue eyes, and a fairly muscular structure. He wears all black, and his toned arms are partially inked with alien-looking symbols written as text, like a different kind of hieroglyphics.
But he's beautiful, there's no denying that.
He steps toward Arelin and she hastily scrambles backward, despite his extremely appealing appearance. His eyes soften slightly from their cold stare, suddenly feeling a strong sympathy for this tremulous girl. He takes another step, but this time she only flinches.
"D-don't hurt me," she pleads with a small voice, still hoarse from her previous screams. She's growing dizzy from loss of blood, he can tell, and he actually catches himself being worried for her.
"I'm not gonna hurt you," he promises with a thick, Irish accent. "C'mere, I need to do something about those legs of yours," he commands gently.
Arelin stays in her spot, and waits for him to come to her instead, which he does. He gets down to his knees and frowns at her wounds, her legs are almost completely covered in red. He hovers his pale hands over her bloody skin. "What are you doing?" Arelin intervenes before he touches her.
"Relax, it won't hurt a bit," he offers a twitched smile. She lessens the tensity in her muscles, but remains unsure. He puts a warm hand on each leg and glues a concentrated gaze upon her flesh.
And just like that, she watches the dirt slide out of her cuts, her blood return to her veins, her skin begin to seal, and any pain or fatigue vanish from her nerves. She's totally healed, and he was right, it didn't hurt at all. A faint puff of astonished air escapes her lips and she looks up at her magical hero with curious eyes.
He smiles at her reaction, finding it... cute?
"What are you?" Arelin repeats the rapist's question.
"Eh, lets just say I'm not something anyone would believe if you told them," he grins somewhat proudly, he likes being a mystery. "Now come on," he quickly changes the subject, "I need to carry you back to civilization before someone comes looking for you," he says seriously, getting to his feet and reaching his hand out.
She takes it and brushes herself off. "I can walk now, thank you," she replies, going ahead of him. She has suddenly become aware of her lack of clothing, so there's no way she'd allow him to have her in his arms as she is.
He breaths a laugh, then catches up to her. He effortlessly lifts her from behind without warning, "Your feet will get cut again, so that wasn't optional miss," he chuckles. She practically melts on the spot with such an enticing noise ringing so close to her.
She huffs, but drapes her arm over his shoulder anyway. She leans her head into his neck and takes advantage of the heat radiating from his skin, that of which he comments about her absence of. "You got a name?" She asks a minute or so later.
"Niall, you?"
"Arelin," she answers. "Why did you save me, Niall? And what did you do to that man?" She continues after a short pause.
Niall expected the questions at some point, so it didn't bother him as much as it normally would. "I helped you because I'm tired of watching, Arelin. And vaguely speaking, that so called man got exactly what he deserved, just leave it at that," he responded in a monotone.
Arelin obeys his wish, not wanting to anger him, but his justification was strangely worded. She didn't understand. "Watching?"
"Yeah, watching. Fucked up shit happens to people all the time in these woods, I've just never helped anyone because I'm too busy being worried about getting seen," he snaps, mainly at himself.
An awkward lull follows his statement. "Well then thank you for not watching me," Arelin mutters into his neck. His nerves buzz, indulged in the closeness of her raspy voice, loving every bit of it.
He smirks, but says nothing.
Niall at last arrives to the edge of the woods, releasing Arelin to carefully put her down on the more or less smoother surface of the pavement in the empty parking lot. He'd go with her, take her some place safer than this, but he can't leave his woods, and somehow, she had understood that on the way. "Thanks again for... everything, Niall. I promise I won't tell anyone about you," Arelin smiles sheepishly.
Niall smiles back and nods. Arelin turns to walk away, but Niall snags her hand and pulls her back to him. He takes her small hands in his large ones and leans down until his lips reach the edge of her ear.
"Before you go, I just felt like I needed to tell you that you look very lovely in black," he whispers, planting a delicate kiss to the start of her jawline.
Arelin stiffens in both shock and delight, her eyes following the handsome Irishman as he walks back towards the forest. He glances back for a wink, then snaps his wings out to fly back into his home in the dark.
[Really really hope you liked it! I wanted to try something different as in paranormal so.. hope it all wrked out.]
Votes and comments appreciated :)
