Okay, before I start, let me just say “Sorry!!!”. I did not mean to take so long – but I've been really busy (work, reading, writing other things), and I just...well, I have no clue what I'm going to write about, but it usually comes from me about halfway through.

Haha.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this one. I'm kind of in a bad mood, because someone just called me a terrible writer, and basically said I was a stupid teenage girl.

...wow...

That's extremely immature, in my opinion. Sure, I may not be the top of my class, but I'm not stupid!!! Where do you get off sayin---

Okay, I'll stop.

Here goes.

IV

The limousine was extremely quiet as we drove away.

The only sound in the small space was my shaky breathing.

I tried to break the silence.

“Uh,” Smooth, Abby.

He looked up at me, a small smile tilting one side of his lips.

I frowned, my eyes narrowing slightly.

“Well,” I started, looking at my small hands tucked gently in the folds of my dress. “You can let me out now.”

He laughed, startling me abruptly.

“That's all ye ha'e to say, lass?” His voice rolled off his tongue deliciously, his brogue thick.

I waited for him to continue.

He didn't.

“What do you mean, 'That's all ye ha'e to say, lass?'?” I asked, trying my best to mimic his voice, causing him to laugh once again. I was starting to get annoyed.

“I mean,” He started, eyebrows raised. “Ye jump all over me, telling me te help ye, and then the next moment, yer gone?” He still had a hint of a smile on his lips as he said this.

“I did not jump all over you!” I argued, hands on hips.

“Aye, ye did, lass,” He purred. “And ye liked it too.”

I felt the blood rush to my cheeks, as he said this.

I had liked it.

“I only kissed you so that you would take me out of that horrible place,”

“Ah, but why did ye kiss me in the first place?” He asked, causing her to frown. “Why didna ye just ask me nicely, like a lady, to escort ye away from the place?”

“I...” I didn't actually know why.

“It's because ye enjoyed it, lass.” He said, his large hand reaching up to gently push the hair out of my face.

I leaned back in the seat, taking his hand off my face.

I crossed my arms across my chest, and glared out the window.

“What's your name?” His voice filled the space, tormenting my senses.

I didn't answer, still staring out the window.

“I helped you, didn't I?” He asked, causing guilt to flood me. Why was I being so rude? “Can I at least have your name?” He tilted his head, and it looked adorable. “Or would you rather me call you lass, and woman for the rest of your stay?” His smile was teasing, grating on her nerves.

“Abigail.” I pushed out through my clenched teeth.

He chuckled, his eyes boring a hole right through her.

“Abhegayle,” The way he said her name created butterflies in her stomach. “Are ye Irish, Abigail?” He asked, his head once again tilting to the side.

“My mother is...” That was the first time I'd really thought about my parents for the last two days. How were they reacting now?

“Gabriel,” I said, sitting up, abruptly. “I have to get home.”

He shook his head.

“No.”

“Why not?” I said, frowning, preparing to tell the driver the directions.

“Because, Lachlain will go there first. I can't protect you there.” He said.

“But my parents are there, Gabriel!” I cried, reaching for the door. A strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me back into him. Fear coursed through me momentarily, but it was washed away by the adrenaline. I scratched at his wrist roughly, jabbing him in the throat with my elbow. His grip loosened.

“He'll kill them!” I pushed out of his grip, and shoved the door open. We were still in the middle of some street, so I was able to jump out, safely.

I think he took it easy on me for some reason.

Either that, or he was weak for some reason.

I charged through the street, looking around me as I ran. I heard the car come to a stop, and the door slam closed, but I kept running.

Vaguely, I recognized where I was. But I was way too far from my house. How would I ever find it, let alone get there?

Tears fell down my cheeks as my heels clicked loudly on the hard pavement.

Eventually, the tears blurred my vision so much, I could hardly see in front of me.

Suddenly, something bright was shining in my eyes, and getting closer to me.

It wasn't until it was a few feet from me that I realized the annoying, honking light was

a semi truck coming at me, full speed.

Something hard rammed into me just in time, pushing me to the ground. I knew what, or who, it was before I even hit the ground.

Gabriel's weight crushed me, his harsh breath was right above my mouth.

“Abigail.” He hissed, his scent piercing me. “I know you want to see your family, and we will go see them. But I can't let you leave me until I've killed Lachlain, do you understand?”

I nodded, mutely.

“I've already sent some of my best men to watch your family, understand? And one is watching Jillian right now.”

“How did you know about Jill?” I asked. I hadn't even mentioned her. Or where I live, for that matter.

“When I heard my enemy had a new pet, I did a little research.” He muttered.

“Why does that matter to you, anyway?”

He chuckled.

“How better to embarrass my enemy than to steal his prize?” He asked, mockingly.

I pushed against his chest, trying to squirm out of his grip.

“I am not a prize.”I said, my eyes narrowed.

He chuckled. I c ould feel his breath near the base of my neck.

“You're not a vampire too, are you?” I asked, fear laced in my voice.

He chuckled once again.

“No,” He replied, his lips pressing a soft kiss against my collarbone. “But, like Lachlain, I do have a weakness for beautiful,” He kissed the arterie in my neck. “innocent,” He placed yet another kiss on my jaw. “women.”

Our lips met once again and that familiar, yet unfamiliar, feeling bolted through me, heating the blood in my veins to what felt like boiling point.

He pinned my hands above my head, leaning in closer, until I was flush against him. His lips crushed against mine, my heart beating at 100 miles a minute.

I flew higher and higher, until, suddenly, I was freezing, and I no longer felt his lips against mine.

I peered around me, looking for him.

Where was he?

Gabriel's POV

He was hot.

Too hot.

He flashed away from her, before he did something he knew they'd both regret.

He searched his memory for somewhere wet, and cold.

Suddenly, he was 60 feet above the pacific ocean, and falling.

The freezing air whipped against his skin, filled with debris.

Then, daggers of ice sank into his skin as the water swelled around him. He shuddered as his body returned to normal.

What she did to him...

He shook his head fiercely, curling his fists.

He needed to get back.

She was probably wondering where he'd gone.

Within moments, he was standing above her. She was beautiful. Her silken skin, as pale as porcelein, and her silky, black locks curled around her small face delightfully. She had a small nose, perfectly fitting of her angelic face. Her plump pink lips were...delicious.

Perfect.

And her eyes...

They changed colors every time he saw her.

A fey if he ever saw one. He knew, because of his research of course, that she was indeed a fey daughter by blood. Her mother, the one from Ireland.

That's why Lachlain went to their house in the first place. To find his demise. But, instead of bringing back the sgian dubh, they brought back this little one.

He fought back a savage growl at the thought of that man touching her. Hurting her.

No use scaring her more.

“Abigail,”

She peered up at him, wonder in her eyes.

Her lips were still swollen, her body soft and ready.

He held out a hand for her.

“Come.”