You Will Fall For Me

Chapter 3 Face to Face

Aria

Hidden behind the truck, the girls watch in horror as the monster breathes fire on the soldiers and their vehicles. However, there were incidences where it would only smack them into each other. Clearly, it did not want to flambé anyone; it did not have to. Tracy whispered for them to follow her toward a safe place where they could get away. Alesia, Joyner, and Zenobia followed her away from the commotion except for Aria. She was hesitant to leave, and for the love of God, she could not understand why. Portions of the lobes of her brain could not bring themselves to move her body as her arm began to hurt again. Alesia waved Aria to come, but she did not move; she sat there almost in a daze about what she should do. What pulled her out of this limbo was the scream of the creature’s words:

“COME OUT, WOMAN! One who mark calls to me!” Aria quickly turned her head to see its wings open as if attempting to stand taller than its original height, commanding her to appear. Pain shot into her arm again as soon as he spoke those words, and then something happened that never happened before. It started to glow slightly as if beckoning to the monster. A warm sensation filled her down to her soul, and she briefly wondered if this is what the creature meant by "the mark." Nevertheless, she had to do something, or it would destroy everything searching for whatever it was trying to find; that included her friends. Aria couldn’t have that, so she did the next craziest thing.

“STOP!” She screamed from behind the truck as it grabbed one of the soldiers getting ready to bite his head off, “Stop!” Aria had no idea what she was doing. Here she was about to bump heads with this monster, and she didn’t even know the first thing about combat except what she was taught in Kung fu classes when she was an adolescent. It had called out to whoever had this mark-whatever that means. Aria immediately went back in her mind to the tattoo she had received recently. The fact that it hurt whenever it spoke or called out to a particular person known as “woman” was weird enough. She could have accepted that if it was true; but perhaps the cause of this was its stupid voice was too loud and caused vibrations in the air that agitated her severely irritated tattoo. She doubted it but was reasonable. However, it had grown the moment she had it put on. Back at the mall, the tattoo had actually spread up her arm to her shoulder blade and down to her wrist. Not only that, but it has changed colors from black to white-gold. She couldn’t begin to describe it. Nevertheless, she concluded that the tattoo somehow was connected, and if she had any chance to stop this mad beast, it would have to be now.

She stepped out from behind the car and shouted again as she made her way past the barrier, “Hey! Put him down!” The creature already had a soldier in its hand, mouth gaping wide, roaring at the soldier. It suddenly froze when it heard her voice. His mouth was still opened when it turned its head toward the sound where the command came from.

A few soldiers tried to block her from going any further, but something compelled her to keep moving. This feeling gave her the instinct that this creature wasn’t going to hurt her, but her brain and heart said otherwise. Aria was convinced she was either completely insane or stupidly brave. As her friends yelled to get her to come back, she demanded that the police let her by. It caught sight of her from half of a football field distance away and quickly sniffed the air. It stared in amazement upon realizing that she made the demand and where the source of the scent was coming from. It gently placed the soldier on his feet who desperately scrambled back to his group. She shoved the authorities back and walked a few inches away from the barricade fence. She walked nervously and scared out of her wits. Heart pounding in her chest while her mouth felt like sand, and her mind raced to find a solution. What do you say to a rampaging beast? It looked like the monsters you on deviant art websites or depicted in fairy tales. Terrified, she began to pick up her pace toward it as it turned completely towards her direction and started coming straight for her. The wind started to pick up, and her light peach dress flowed in front of her toward the creature. It exhaled a puff of black smoke as it stared down at the woman. Its eyes, which were a yellowish color resembling that of a blaze out of control, slowly softened. Aria took notice that its gaze scanned the form of her whole body, and she nearly blushed for some reason under its examination. She shook her head to redirect her thinking. She must protect her friends, even if it means doing the unthinkable. With a quick skip of her feet, she started running headfirst toward the creature. My God, what was she thinking? This thing clearly had the ability to crush anything, and she didn’t stand a chance. It was to a surprise and not a surprise when the beast started to charge in her direction in response. Perhaps it felt challenged by this human. It opened its large jaws and roared while still in full gallop mode.

She was crazy, insane; how was she supposed to stop this thing, use her body… as a sacrifice? She had no plan but maybe only to buy her friends some time if she was totally going to die. She expected to be crushed or eaten, so why not go out in style, right? Aria picked up her pace, and with her dress being so low she tried not to fall flat on her face, she yelled at the top of her lungs. To the crowds’ suspense and both the creature’s and Aria’s surprise, they stopped only a few feet from each other. Their yelling match died down, and for a light moment, it was quiet. Aria broke the silence by screaming as loud as her voice would physically let her. All the anger and frustration of being chased, hunted and forced to end this bottled up in her and manifested itself in four words.

“What do you want?!!!” Her scream echoed in the parking lot as the wind started to pick up again. It stared at her for a moment, its breath admitting small amounts of heat. Its next choice of words was the most alarming. With a low growl, it simply stated, “YOU.”

Donavan

What kind of trick was God trying to play on him, and if so, Azariah might have made a mistake? Standing before him yards away was a human woman, and she had the nerve and bravery to stand up to him. How Interesting. She must be like him in some way. She couldn’t be just the weak little human that has the mark of bonding. Donavan looked closer and saw the inscriptions that engulfed her arm and shoulder. It can’t be. Of course, she must be one of his kind, right? However, if that was the case, then why had he gone through all of this to get her to reveal herself? Why hadn’t she shown her true form to him when he answered the calling. It would have affected her enough to cause her to transform as well once the bonding started. The next stage was the bonding after the calling, which causes his kind to reveal themselves to their mates. But she did no such thing; in fact, she had run away from him like all the other humans. He shook his head slightly. There must be a logical explanation for this; perhaps she was raised as a human. He sniffed the air again. She smells human enough. Yet, Donavan refused to believe it was true and decided that all these humans around her and his surging need to be with her clouded his senses.

To Donavan’s shock woman made the first move and skipped into a full-blown sprint toward him. At first, he was ecstatic to see her running toward him. She’d come running into his arms and he would embrace her. Perhaps, she would even transform then too. No, this is something else. She's confronting me. He snared and began to do the same. He jumped into a full gallop in her direction. If she wanted to meet him head-on, then he was going to match ambition with ambition. Donavan roared as he got closer, and she did the same, matching their screams until they met within a few inches of each other. Both breathing heavily, they stared at each other for what seemed like several minutes. Then she did something Donavan did not expect.

She screamed at him from the top of her lungs. “WHAT DO YOU WANT?!!”

He studied at her for a moment letting his cat eyes drifting down at her form. Even this close to him, the little human didn’t flinch. She stood her ground, firm demanding an answer from him as she glared at him through her glasses. Her hands to her sides were trembling, but her face showed complete anger and seriousness. She wasn’t backing down, even if it could have been a fight between them. He kept his head down so she could be at eye level with him. This close to her made certain things come to his mind. As the wind picked up again, he got a good whiff of her scent, which only made his c**k super hard and his scales prickle. He wanted to grab her and take her right here in front of these humans. Ours, his beast howled in his chest. She's our mate. She's ours. Take her. Yes, let's take her here, now! God, his senses were going wild. Everything in him wanted her, and he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. He clinched the asphalt with his claws making claw marks in the ground. He was fighting with every ounce of strength not to do what his beast demanded of him; after all, he was two people in one body (the beast and the man) and each one was struggling to do the opposite of what the other wanted. A short burst of smoke came from his nostrils as he answered her in a low husky voice. This one word caused her to tighten up, and a flash of fear dripped onto her face.

“YOU,” the expression on her face was more than enough to please him as she stared up at him with a countenance that showed pure shock and horror.