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Bring me my bow of burning gold!

Bring me my arrows of desire!

Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!

Bring me my chariot of fire!

I will not cease from mental fight,

Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,

Till we have built Jerusalem

In England's green and pleasant land.

My heart thumped erratically at what Aztec just announced so casually, I was about to meet The Punisher. I wasn't prepared mentally, physically or spiritually and the thought of finally coming face to face with him made my insides squirm.

Would he like me? What would he think of what just happened ? Would he think I was some sort of trouble maker?

"Oh, I-I'm not sure about this" I whispered fearfully wringing my hands together.

I was more than happy at meeting so much new people, well, I wasn't too keen on Crystal but Aztec seemed nice enough; but the thought of meeting a new person- my mate at that- was making me feel anxious and wry. Even with all the teachings of Margret, I felt as if everything I had learnt has gone through the window as well as all rational thoughts.

"Don't worry chump, he's going to adore you" smirked Aztec flinging his arm around me while Crystal gave me a dirty look.

The voice was dangerously dark, sharp and full of perilous promise with a distinctive accented rumble that made the timber in the tone sound husky.

The room seemed to reach a abnormally cold temperature that made my lips begin to chatter unwilling as the coldness seemed to creep around every corner of the room. Lights flickered, the room darkened, the atmosphere became daunting and nobody dared to look up or utter a word.

I knew He was here. His very presence was drawing me to him like a moth to a flame; his aura beaconing me and daring me to look up as I dug my nails into the palm of my hand to resist the temptation.

Margret, Crystal and Aztec got on one knee with their heads bowed before saying "Your Highness".

I knew I should follow them but it was like I was paralysed by not only my fear but my shock for my mate as I internally begged myself to move.

However, it was like my mind had no control over my body as I stood there pathetically with my eyes trained firmly to the ground.

"Blue" Whisper hissed Margret in a anxious tone.

For the whole of my life I had never heard Margret sound anything but self assured and confident which was why her anxiousness pulled me out of my zombie like state and I quickly mimicked their actions squeaking out " Your Highness".

"You are not to bow before me, get up" He commanded in a tone filled with disgust.

Disgust aimed at me. I had already ruined our meeting without saying anything and the thought of him being disgusted with me made my anxiety sky rocket.

Panic and self loathing flooded me as I hastily stood up and looked up, ready to beg for forgiveness when a gasp ripped it's way out of my throat.

It was clear that he was crafted from a God. I had never seen anyone look so mesmerisingly beautiful before, his looks were unearthly and almost unreal- something that only a painter could create. He was more than the usual handsome or good looking, this man was exquisite. A work of Art. Prepossessing and alluring.

He had lush, mother lode-gold hair that shaped his face like a crown of golden thread, his skin was a olive tone that seemed to have a unnatural perfect glow to it that made him look fake- someone too good for this world. Perfect was a understatement with his basalt jaw , Roman nose and Spartan shoulders that spoke of the great strength he possessed and he had to be about 7ft

But what stood out to me the most was those large purple eyes that looked like they could shine as bright as the evening stars when they were a-light with joy. They were flamboyant, dark, daring and dominate as they ensnared me into their trap while swirling with power.

I couldn't fathom the fact that I was made for someone like him- Me! Blue Sutherland who loved to bake and was best friends with a 40+ something women.

As he took his piercing violet eyes off me, I let out a a huge breath that I didn't know I was holding, my body felt free as if it had been locked up for years and was finally being released.

Within a fraction of a second, before I even had time to complete a full blink, His hand was wrapped around Crystals neck while the other held a sharp menacing ancient looking knife that gleamed.

"This, my friend , is a gift I inherited today from my creator Chaos. He crafted this knife with the souls of the dammed and if the tip touches the skin of any creature, it will slowly burn their soul and their skin from the inside and out" Spoke The Punisher in an amused tone.

My eyes widened in horror as Crystals face turned even whiter, I looked at Aztec to see if he was angry but he had a cold and blood chilling smirk on his face as if he couldn't wait for Him to use his dagger.

"Dude, you have to make me use that" begged Aztec, licking his lip viciously as he stood up leering at it.

"If you must" He tossed the dagger into Aztecs willing hands "Have fun. Blue, pack your bags and say goodbye because you're coming with me".

Scrambling out the room, I tried to block out the sounds of Crystals agonising screams and Aztecs manic laugh. Yes, Crystal was rude and nasty to me and Ms. Reid but did she deserve to die such a horrific death?

I was always taught the importance of forgiving others and treating people with niceness and respect- even if they didn't deserve it which was why any sort of violence and conflict made me feel uneasy.

Bursting into my room, I slammed the door and sunk against it covering my eyes as tears welled up as Crystal screamed and begged for mercy and her life.

"P-please! Don't, I'm begging you! I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to be rude to Blue. No, no! Please don't cut me agai- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" screeched Crystal.

"You do not even deserve to speak of her name you disgusting little Bloodsucker, Aztec hurry up and finish her before I gauge out her eyes" Boomed The Punisher.

"Gladly" I heard Aztec say giddily.

"No, p-p-please! I'm your mate" Screamed Crystal.

"No. You was a quick fuck, you dumb bitch" and with that, all noise was cut off leaving a deathly silence .

Bile rose up my throat as I opened my wardrobe and and chest of draws to get my clothes out of there and into my suitcase as millions of thoughts swirled around my head.

I tried to calm down and block my negative thoughts by breathing slowly, I kept chanting that it would be alright even though a murder was committed downstairs. A life was lost because of me.

"Hey Blue, how are you?" Ms. Reid asked coming into my room.

"I-I don't want to go" I confessed biting my lip as a tremor wrecked through my body.

"It's gonna be alright honey, you'll be fine. Please remember what you've been taught and follow them correctly, I want you to be a good girl for me" .

That's when it hit me. I wouldn't see Ms. Reid again or for now at least and the thought made the tears burst from me.

"Shhhh, it will be okay Blue. Please don't get upset or you'll set me off too, I'm sure you'll be able to visit me" Cooed Ms.Reid taking me into her warm embrace.

Her scent of vanilla, spice and coffee engulfed me and made me feel comforted as my tears began to subside. She smelt like home. Somewhere where I didn't want to leave.

"I'm sorry that I got your clothes all snotty Ms.Reid" I apologised.

"It's fine sweetheart but you better go downstairs because It's not good to keep people waiting "

With one last hug, I grabbed my suitcase and ambled downstairs , hoping that the evidence of my tears was gone as I didn't want him to think I was some cry baby.

Margret was waiting for me on the porch looking solemn while whispering with Aztec about something while The Punisher stood looking bored.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting" I mumbled out shyly.

The Punisher let out a grunt while Aztec gave me a beaming smile and said " Don't worry about it , I had to dispose of the body anyways".

Swallowing, I nodded, unsure what to say before I turned towards Margret saying "Goodbye Margret, thank you for teaching me everything and being the best mentor ever".

"Thank you for being one of nicest and smartest student I've ever taught, it's been an absolute pleasure to teach you. Now, you be a good girl and remember the rules" she replied taking me into her arms.

Giving her one last squeeze, I walked up to the huge black car that had Range Rover written on where He was standing before attempting to climb in the back seat.

"You can sit at the front, Aztec will take the back" He said in a low and husky tone that made me shiver slightly.

"Okay" I breathed shakily staring into his eyes.

"Why does she have to sit in the front" whined Aztec with a childish pout.

"Oh, I'm sorry Aztec! You can sit in the front if you -"

"No. You sit with me" The Punisher said in his deep husky tone.

With a shy nod, I quickly made my way into the front of the car before we took off and I slowly felt myself drift off to sleep.

When I woke up, I was in a huge white room with ; white marble floors, two white desks either side of the huge King sized white quilted bed with silver vases of white lilies on them. There was a glass door that had a mesmerising view of a clear blue sky and soft blue waves that were crashing against the white sandy beach.

"Wow, it's beautiful" I said to myself as I stood on the balcony with my eyes closed, letting the sun rain down on my face.

The sunlight danced around my skin, bathing me in its warm embrace and I let out a huge laugh because this was the first time I had directly felt the sun on me!

The beach looked so peaceful, serene and beautiful that I just had to go down and experience it first hand. I had the compulsion to go down there and experience it in the flesh, so, I grabbed a long grey T-shirt and denim cut off shorts and ran out the room and to the front door when I crashed into a rock wall.

"Where do you think your going?" Demanded The Punisher , catching my two wrists in his own strong hold.

Gulping, I realised my mistake - I hadn't asked his permission to go outside due to my excitement of seeing a real life beach.

"I'm sorry, I- I didn't mean to not ask you for permission but it's so pretty" I confessed biting my lip anxiously.

"This brings me to our next order of business, your rules. Follow me, you can have some breakfast while I explain the rules. You like baking? I've ordered almost every type of food known to man and God, so you have free reign over the kitchen. Also, you may call me Kavos" Kavos said walking us into the kitchen.

Kavos.

The name was unique, different and harsh on the tongue but suited him perfectly . I liked it .

"Kavos" I said testing the name on my tongue.

"Yes?" He turned towards me with a raised eyebrow.

"Nothing, I-I was just testing it. It's nice, I like it" I admitted with a small smile.

He looked at me with a unwavering gaze with questioning and curious eyes before turning abruptly away and saying "Make yourself comfortable in our kitchen while I explain the rules".

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