String Caught in a Cat's Claws

Chapter 14

Donna's bed was nice and cozy, the perfect softness, the perfect height, and the perfect temperature. You lazily opened your eyes, finding Donna passed out beside you. Every time you were in this bed, you felt yourself growing closer and closer to Donna. She didn't talk much, but she let her body language speak for her. "I want to marry you." You mumbled out, eyes slowly beginning to close once more. They would be closing if Donna didn't turn to face you immediately upon hearing what you said. "What?" She spoke softly, shock in her voice. "I want to marry you." You spoke a little more clearly, catching her shocked expression. Am I not supposed to want to marry you, Donna?

Donna sat up, processing your words. "Aren't we moving a little fast?" Donna asked, giving an awkward grin. "Says the person who practically shoved her whole hand in me sexually within just a few days of being here." You grinned slyly, hearing her give a soft huff. "I was in a fit of jealousy and anger, that doesn't count. Plus, I normally don't like that. I tried experimenting with BDSM, didn't like that. Sex really isn't my forte." Donna explained softly. "I understand. But, that doesn't change the fact that I want to marry you." You sat up, staring at the stubborn woman. "You can't marry me." Donna spurted, getting up and leaving the room. And why is that?

You got up and followed after Donna. "And why can't I marry you?" You asked, following Donna outside. "Because I don't want to get married, (Y/N). My parents were married and they died, what if we get married and something happens to you?" She asked, hands on her hips. "I won't die on you, Donna. I promise." You gently placed your hands on Donna's hands, then felt her push you away gently. "No. I can't and won't marry you. Just... Leave. Go to the other lords. I can't do this right now." Donna hissed, going back into the manor.

You went to open the door, feeling bitterness rise up. She locked the door. She locked you out of the manor. You gave a soft grumble and headed into the direction of the factory. Heisenberg probably didn't want to see you, but perhaps he needed the company.

Donna clung to the door, her heart racing. She slowly reached for the door knob, but heard Angie come into the room. "Well someone slept on the wrong side of the bed." Angie spoke up. "Where's (Y/N)?" She asked. Donna bit her lip, pulling her hand away from the door. "Donna, where is (Y/N)?" Angie asked one last time, voice no longer playful, but serious this time. Donna opened the door, finding that you weren't waiting there. "I fucked up." Donna's heart began to race. "I fucked up, Angie." She grabbed her coat and picked Angie up. "What do you mean you fucked up?" She asked, looking up at Donna.

You came to Heisenberg's door, giving a couple knocks. When he didn't answer, you knocked a couple more times. No answer. "Heisenberg, you home?" You asked, knocking again. Nothing. "Well fuck. It's either Dimitrescu or Moreau... Be a pampered pooch or sappy movies..." You thought for a moment. "Sappy movies it is." You made your way to haul ass to Moreau. Perhaps I can get him Netflix.

Donna explained what happened to Angie, then heard her pipe up. "You told them to leave because they wanted to marry you? Donna, are you insane?" Angie snapped, making Donna stop in her tracks. "Donna, they wanted to spend the rest of their life with you, and you said no? You said no to someone who looked past your scars and decided that you are the one!?" Angie screamed, Donna struggling to hold onto her. "Yes, I said no. And if I let (Y/N) leave for good-" "Then you'll have nobody but me and the dolls." Angie finished her sentence. "Fix this before it's too late, Donna." Angie warned.

Donna made her way through the woods, a few lycans shying away. When she got to Castle Dimitrescu, she knocked a couple of times. When the door opened, she saw Daniela. "Have you seen (Y/N)?" She asked. Daniela nodded. "I saw them while I was out hunting. They looked pretty depressed. They were on their way to Moreau's, but I convinced them otherwise." Daniela opened the door more, bringing Donna inside. She felt her heart shatter. She could hear you laughing and talking, Cassandra and Bela talking as well.

You sat beside Cassandra and Bela, telling them stories of America and everything you found funny that happened when you lived there. You heard Daniela come back in, her expression a little awkward. "Donna's here." Daniela whispered. If it weren't for the alcohol they were giving you, you would've sobered up. "After she told me to leave?" You asked. Daniela nodded. "Tell her I'm staying here." You turned back to Cassandra and Bela, shaking off the moment. When Daniela left, Donna came in. "You're coming back home, now." Donna spoke up, cutting off your story. "Donna, you told me to leave. You need time alone." You turned to face her, seeing her think frantically. "I'll marry you!" Donna gave a smile, but you could see right through it. "I'm not going to force you into something you don't want, Donna." You took another sip of the wine.

Donna grabbed the wine bottle, putting it far away from you. "Donna." She didn't like that tone as you stood up. "You need to go back home. We both need time to cool off. I'm going to be fine here." She expected you to get aggressive, but the way you gently placed your hands on her shoulders, the soft look in your eyes. Even when you're frustrated, you are so gentle. "Just three days. You can think about what you want and I'll think out what I want. Okay?" You offered. Donna nodded.

Just please don't leave me, (Y/N).