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One Month Later.
The Man In White
He stood alone in a room, the walls, floors and ceiling all made of glass, though he could see nothing through them.
“Where am I?” He asked no one in particular.
“Baby?” He heard someone call. The Man In White looked forward and Leila was sitting in a chair, her hands tied behind her back and her legs strapped to the legs of the chair. His heart pounded at the way Leila said ‘baby’. So affectionately, as if he was the person she loved most.
“Leila! Princess!” He called, running toward her. He had never had the guts to call her that to her face, and even though Leila was a Queen to everyone else, that’s what she was to him. She was his Princess. And he promised himself that if he ever saw her again, he would swallow his fear and let the word slip from his lips.
“Baby!” She called again, that time a desperate cry. “Please, get me out!”
“I will, Princess, just hold on!” He shouted, trying to somehow break through the glass. “Damn it!” He yelled, tears stinging his eyes. He watched Leila’s beautiful brown skin begin to turn an odd shade of red. He assumed the ropes were laced with Supernatural Blood.
His eyes widened as he pounded harder and harder on the glass, his hands bruising, then healing, and then bruising again. “Leila!” He screamed. “No, no, no!”
“NO!” He shouted as he jumped from Leila’s bed, drenched in sweat.
“Woah, dude. I just came to see how you were dealing.. no need to get rude.” Ira said.
“Oh, I’m s–sorry. I had a n–nightmare.” He stuttered. He hadn’t stuttered since high school, and even back then it only happened when he was under major stress.
“What was the dream about?” She said, taking a seat on Leila’s bed.
“It was Leila tied to a chair.. begging for me to get her out.” He spoke, mentally thanking Ira for not commenting on his stuttered speak.
“Oh, shit.” Ira replied. “I don’t know what I would do if someone took Aidan away from me.” She frowned.
The Man In White stood up, running his hands through his hair. “How come you sleep with your mask on?”
“I usually don’t, but since I’ve been sleeping in Leila’s room, anyone –” He gave her a look, and finished his sentence, “could walk in here.”
“Well, Gabe wants to ask you a few questions about Xander.” He nodded, not really feeling up to leaving the comfort of Leila’s bed, but knowing he couldn’t be selfish.
*
“I heard you had a quest–”
“Oh, my god!” Ella squeeled as she pushed Gabe’s naked writhing body off of hers.
“I–I’m so sorry!” The Man In White yelled as he slammed the door shut so quickly, one of it’s hinges broke off.
“Wait, sorry!” He overheard Gabe’s muffled holler. The Man In White waited outside, having PTSD–like flashbacks of what he had just witnessed.
“Sorry about that, dude.” Gabe apologized as soon as he exited the room, only wearing Jean’s.
“It’s fine.” He shook his head, trying to get the vivid image out of his head. “What did you need to ask?”
“Well.. Xander’s been.. growing. He was born only a month ago and he looks like he’s sixteen.” He said, looking appalled. “He’s talking too, surprisingly well for someone who was born just a month ago.”
He didn’t look shocked, at all. The Man In White thought that might have surprised Gabe even more. “That’s completely normal. Remember, we’re not human. We’re a more adanced spieces. In just a few months Xander’ll be fully grown. He’ll eventually stop aging around 21.”
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Dean
As he watched her sleep uncomfortably, tied down to the bed, Dean couldn’t help but look at the way her chest rose and fell gently. He smiled. He knew she wasn’t his mate, but he had come to think that maybe somehow she’d fall in love with him like some sick Kidnapper’s fantasy. What was the word for it? Stockholm Syndrome.
But fuck, It wasn’t just the attraction. He felt something completely different. Like.. a pull towards her.
“Mm,” She moaned and stirred on the still bed.
“Goodmorning,” She smiled, but then she then remembered where exactly she was. “Fuck you.” She spat and Dean could’ve sworn he saw her half smile. “Why are you watching me sleep?” She questioned, making Dean’s palms feel clammy.
“I wasn’t.” He coughed. “I saw you stirring so I came over here to be your first good morning.” He mocked sarcasm.
“Sure. Now get me out so I can read.” That was all she had been wanting to do. Yeah, he knew he was her Kidnapper, not her friend. But he wished he was.
“Alright,” Dean said as he walked over to the bed slowly.
He grabbed her right hand, loosening the knot. He then grabbed the book from the counter and placed it gently on her soft hands.
“Thanks,” She murmured, then lowered her head as she began her almost never-ending reading session.
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Leila ♕
She didn’t know exactly why, but when she woke up and saw Dean staring at her, it made her smile.
‘God, Leila! He kidnapped you!’
Well, she wasn’t saying she loved him, because she didn’t.
She was just saying that knowing he watched her sleep was cute. . In a really weird kind of way. In a Twilight sort of way.
“What do you want for breakfast?” He asked, snapping her out of her vaguely inappropriate thoughts.
“Um, eggs.” She shrugged.
*
After she ate her breakfast, (which didn’t taste so good because of the Supernatural Blood) she grabbed The Book Of Everything and started to read.
More About Mates
Though every Supernatural being has only one mate, Dark Angel’s have two.
Light Angel’s do not, however.
Dark Angel’s can choose one mate, and set the other free simply by–
Suddenly her reading was cut short by an alarm so loud Werewolves and Vampires were probably suffering.
“Fuck!” Dean yelled, pressing his hands to his ears as hard as he could muster. “What is that?!”
Leila didn’t answer him. Instead she grinned like an idiot, knowing what it meant.
After Leila’s first kidnapping, the Royals and herself had agreed that if any of them got kidnapped, that siren would ring if their location was known.
That only meant one thing:
They had found her.
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