Fate

2: One Of Them

"No way!" I yell, before slapping my hand hastily over my mouth. It's easy to forget who could be listening when you live alone. The pale purple petals of the rock rose flower are spread across a large patch of the forest. I'm flabbergasted. I visit the same patch most weeks and never have I once come across a group of rock roses quite so large. Not that I'm complaining, I've been searching for rock rose for what seems like forever. Rock rose is fire retardant, you see, meaning it wards off fire lords. One of my biggest problems when it comes to warding away supernaturals.

A small grunt sounds nearby, startling me. I grab the dagger hidden in my leather boots and whirl around, looking for the host of the noise. The damn rock roses had distracted me, I never let my guard down. Another whimper rings through the tranquil forest. The host is near. I walk past the patch of rock roses, softly, and crouch behind the holly bush.

"Please, just end it." A quiet, almost too quiet voice says before an ear wrenching scream rings through the trees. Peaking round the holly, I see the host. He's tall, with stereotypically fiery red hair. Stereotypically because he's writhing in another patch of rock roses, telling me that he's a fire lord. Red hair, fire lord...You see the resemblance. He's annoyingly attractive, with startling dark eyes and defined abs he's almost godly. A sudden idea pops into my head; I could make use of this fire lord, he could give me the insights to the supernatural life. To supernatural leaders. One step closer to revenge. Seeing that I have the upper hand, I creep out from behind the bush and stroll closer. The man's flaming orange eyes flicker to mine and fill with confusion, fury and curiosity. His nostrils flare as he inhales my scent.

"Human." He growls and attempts to raise a fireball with his shaking hand. Even that must have drained his remaining energy because his fire eyes roll back into his head and he loses consciousness. Goddamned supernaturals. They're all so sure of themselves. I'm just a human, didn't need to go and pass out on me did you? No I have to haul his fiery ass all the way back to my cabin. And he's really muscly, he's going to be heavy. Well, I doubt I could've got him to cooperate any other way. Hastily, I pick as many rock roses as I can and shove them into my satchel then I move onto Mr Fiery Ass.

"Lord, you must work out 24/7!" I grunt as I grab his  bulky arms and begin to pull.

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What feels like an eternity later, I arrive at my cabin. The rock rose must have been more powerful than I thought because Fiery Ass is still unconscious. I drag him down the steps into my bunker and place him on the chair in the center. This is the room I plan on hiding if a supernatural comes across me, but right now I am the stronger one so I'm hiding him down here instead. I place a ring of rock roses round the chair and tie him up for good measure.

"Um, stay." I point at Fiery Ass and run up the stairs to prepare some food. As I'm making the soup, the realization of what I just did sinks in. Oh god. I just kidnapped a supernatural! What the hell was I thinking? He's going to escape! He's going to kill me! Even if he doesn't he's still going to know that I'm a human! Oh god, oh god, oh god! The more panicked I become the more my breathing quickens, I feel a tightness in my chest slowly grow until I'm panting like an overworked dog. I sprint for the cupboards, grabbing a cup and filling it with ice-cold water. Oh god, oh god, oh god! An ear-piercingly loud boom fills the kitchen and I jump a foot. The window is smashed and shards of glass cover the counter. What the heck? My only answer could be supernaturals. I grab a knife from the drawer and run outside. No one is there. What the heck made my window break? Oh god, Fiery Ass!

Fiery Ass is still unconscious leaving me with no answer. I'm an over thinker, but I guess that's what happens when you have to raise yourself. I sigh and return to the kitchen to clean up the glass. What am I gonna do when he wakes? I can't just burst out with: