Protecter's Love by Kayla Trautman (fb2 epub reader txt) 📖

was asleep. He was. I quietly and slowly got out of bed. I stood and turned to look at him. He stirred but stayed asleep.

I mentally sighed with relief and regret and got dressed. I slid into my shoes and took one step for the door when I heard his voice. "Going somewhere?"

I closed my eyes and groaned. "Kill him." I heard Daniel's voice and then I suddenly got a flash of him whipping my parents' back with a horse whip.

I quickly jumped on the bed and climbed on top of him. I held my hand out and the knife appeared in my hand, open. He frowned and started to move but I pointed the knife at his throat, "Don't move."

He relaxed down to the bed and asked, "Elena? What are you doing?" Tears immediately gathered up in my eyes and ran down my face. There was no stopping it.

"He's gonna kill my parents!" I cried in a hushed yell. "He told me to kill you if I couldn't get away! I said no but he's torturing them and I can see it! I have to do this if you won't let me leave so please! Just let me go!"

He sighed and grabbed my wrist. I tightened my grip on the knife. But he didn't try to take the knife off of me. Instead he put the knife sideways on his throat and simply said, "Do it then."

My eyes widened, "What? No. But ... Taliesin!" He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down to where our faces were close and growled, "Do it, Elena. 'Cause this is the only way you're ever gonna go to him. Like the saying, over my dead body."

I cried, "I can't!" "You do realize that I can have this knife out of your hand in a matter of secons, right? So do it and get it over with before I lose my patients." He said. I frowned and concentrated hard.

Ropes tied around his hands and pulled his arms up above the bed, tied to the bed posts. I did the same with his feet. He was spread across the bed in an X. He muttered, "You've been practicing your powers. But not good enough."

A knife appeared in his hand and he started to cut the ropes free. I changed the ropes at his hands to handcuffs. He looked up at them and the knife disappeared. He looked back at me and frowned.

"You're making a big mistake, Elena. I can help you. I can save them if you just let me." I threw my knife into the wall. I looked back down at him, "The only thing you can do for me is to kill that bastard after I'm gone and my parents are free."

He shook his head, "No. Give me a hint. We'll work together. You'll go to him but we'll be right there with you. You're parents will be saved and you'll be safe. And alive. And with me."

"I can't." I leaned down and kissed him. He lifted his head to kiss me back. I pulled back to whisper against his lips, "You know I never learned to dance." "What?" He whispered before I kissed him again.

He groaned and pulled back to protest, "Stop. What does this have to do with what we were just talking about?" I shrugged, "Absolutely ... nothing. I should've learned to dance since my parents sent me to this dance school. I think the brochure for it is still in their room.

"It's closed down though. It's a shame. It was a nice place. It's an abandoned building now. A good ... secluded place. A good place to hide things." I looked down at him as realization hit.

"It's a shame you didn't learn how to dance then." He muttered. I leaned down and kissed him, "You're not coming with me. I mean it." "Yes I am. The guards won't let you go." He contradicted.

"They'll be paralyzed here until I'm long gone. They'll likely come here to see if we're okay, realize what happened and cut you free and you'll come after me. But by that time it will be too late."

He growled, "I'm going to beat your damn ass with the thickest stick I can find!" I shrugged, "I'll be dead so, therefore, I won't be able to feel it." He just glared up at me.

I sighed, "I love you." His face turned to pain and he panicked, "Don't you dare. No you don't!" "Yes. I do." I whispered. "No! You didn't find out about your real parents yet! It won't be fair! You can't truly love me until you do!" He yelled.

I kissed him quickly one more time before whispering, "Goodbye", and getting up. I turned and left the room. The guards were standing where they were with their eyes closed and their breathing shallow. They'd be okay but they wouldn't be able to follow her in time. She took deep breaths
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Publication Date: 05-19-2011

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