My Guardian - Shivani Sharma (rm book recommendations .txt) 📗

I have let that happen? I should have thought of the possibility of those men being decoys! So wrapped up in my thoughts I didn't hear the door open until I heard a voice call out.

 

"Hello, are you lost?" without turning around I knew it was Alia's little sister, Amy. Scowling, even more, I turned my head to her.

 

Figures she's be wearing revealing clothing… thankfully Alia was modest with her garments, I wouldn't have her show what her sister did. "No," I answered, turning away from her, I couldn't stay here, who knows how long ago Alia was taken. It couldn't have been that long though, judging from how she and her assailants' scents still filled the room, it still lingered.

 

Moving to the balcony I  was ready to leave when the girl grabbed my elbow, "Wait, what are you doing in my sisters' room? I could be of more use than she could." She grinned playfully when I tilted my head back. Yanking my arm out of her grip I looked away.

 

"No," I said reaching the balconies edge.

 

Then she threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around me. "Don't leave, at least stay for a while, we could talk. You know, get to know each other better." When she was about to tap her finger to my nose I batted her hand away and disappeared from her hold, I was at the other end of the platform.

 

"Don't touch me," I threatened my voice rough and dangerous.

 

"And why not, handsome?" Amy dared to approach steadily. "I like bad boys."

 

"Perhaps you don't know how bad I can be," I answered and watched her advance slowly. She was asking for death, I had to get to Alia.

 

"Perhaps you could show me," she suggested.

 

Jared's mood darkened, "Get away, there is only one woman who will be close to me."

 

"And she is…?" she purred still creeping close.

 

"Not you."

 

"Then who?"

 

"Alia…" that seemed to stop Amy in her tracks. She looked into my eyes and found them a crimson color other than the onyx they were before. "I've seen what you've done to her, I don't usually despise females, most of the time I avoid them, but you… nothing could compare to my revulsion toward you. We will not meet again, I wouldn't even dream of it." My red eyes began to spin.

 

I didn't even bother to catch her as she fell, just jumped off the balcony and commenced my search for my white-haired Princess.

 

 

I'm a Vampire

 

(Alia P.O.V)

 

When I open my eyes I found myself in the woods, under a sleeping bag, with my hands were bound behind my back as were my ankles. I had kept my eyes closed, trying to hear something that would identify who my captor was. No such luck.

 

The only sound that reached my ears was the crackling of the fire that was obviously the main source of warmth.

 

“I know you’re awake Princess.” Said an older male voice.

 

Opening my eyes, I turned to see a middle-aged man grinning at me ominously, blue eyes gleaming. He had a whiskered face and his head was shaven with studded hair barely growing. His skin was tan and he must have been good looking when he was younger, but something about him unnerved Me.

 

“What do you want with me?” I asked quietly, afraid of the possible answer I’d get.

 

He grinned, “You’ll find out later.”

 

The girl's apple-green eyes widened from fear before I looked down, ‘Not like anyone would care I was gone, other than Sara and my guardian who I haven’t met. But where was he when I was abducted? Is it possible he decided I wasn’t worth it? Did he abandon me? Maybe… I’m not worth anything… maybe my father and sister were right, I was just living in a fantasy. I’m a no one…’ water fell from my emerald orbs.

 

“Don’t cry Princess,” the man said mockingly. “I’ll make everything better.” He moved and I flinched back as best I could for being bound and stuck in a sleeping bag.

 

“Please don’t…” I shrank back, fear leaking my features.

 

“I promise I won’t hurt you…much…” when he lunged at me I closed my eyes as I cowered.

 

I heard the man gasp loudly and the sound of what I thought was a blade. Opening my eyes slowly I saw a man in black standing before my – back toward me – and the man who kidnapped me on the ground, dead.

 

Then I heard his voice, “Me…” he said calmly, turning himself to look me over, “are you alright?”

 

It was him, I knew that voice anywhere, it was as soft as I’ has always heard it, perhaps softer now. My eyes were wide and my mouth slightly agape as I stared at him. He was breathtaking…

 

His dark orbs were beautiful and I felt as if they were searching for my soul, which they practically were. I blinked and my mouth closed when he knelt in front of me. His hands were free since his katana was back in its katana and he reached to unzip the rest of the sleeping bag I was stuck in and then moved to unbind the ropes at my ankles. Then he pulled me to his chest and wrapped his arms around me to get to my hands behind my back. I smelt so good to him, he was tempted to place his face in the crook of my neck and just inhale my scent, but he didn’t want to share me, not until I knew what he was going to tell me. And this was an excuse to have me in his arms when he could have walked behind my and unbound my that way, but this was so much better in his opinion.

 

His scent was husky, it suited him and Me was enjoying the feeling of having someone hold me like I was being right now. There was only one person who ever hugged me, and that was Sara. Never before was I in a man’s arms. I felt his muscles and so many thoughts ruined into my head. Of course, I imagined what he could possibly look like but nothing was as breathtaking as he was.

 

I was inwardly disappointed when he released me from his embrace holding a rope in his right hand and tossed it away before he cautiously scooped me up in his arms, bridal style. His onyx eyes staring into my apple-green ones as he jumped away.

 

Blinking, Me looked elsewhere and noticed they were high in the trees and the man carrying my was moving with incredible speed. Turning back to him I found his eyes still where they were, looking at me with a gentleness I couldn’t place.

 

“You’re the one who was always watching over me? My guardian?” I asked lowly, unable to look away from his gaze.

 

“I am,” he said, in his deep rich voice.

 

“How long have you been watching me?” he shifted his eyes in front of him as he answered.

 

“Since you were born, but I have been waiting for you for centuries.”

 

I was silent as I thought of his words. ‘He’s been waiting for me? Why? And for centuries, how old is he?’ Finally, I voiced my thoughts, “You’ve been waiting for me? Why? I’m nothing special…” I felt his grip on my tighten, pulling me closer to his chest, instantly remembering feeling his muscles when he removed my ropes. I blushed at the thought and looked up to see his expression harden.

 

“You are more than special,” his voice became stern. “Don’t believe that you aren’t.”

 

“But—”

 

“You are precious to me!” he growled quietly, his eyes tightly shut. I may not have known him for more than a few minutes, but I could tell he was upset. “I’ve waited too long for you to be born…” his voice trailed softly.

 

“…You said you waited centuries for me…what are you?” I asked calmly.

 

Stopping in his tracks on a branch high in the air, he looked down at me, expression slightly fearful. “Would you be afraid of me if I told you?”

 

I didn’t answer.

 

He sighed, before replying, “I’m a vampire.”

I will stay with you

 

(3rd person P.O.V)

 

Jared sighed, before replying, “I’m a vampire.” He watched her for her reaction. “Are you afraid of me?”

 

Alia could hear a certain tone underlying his question, his head was turned away, his face pained. Reluctantly raising a hand to his face she pulled it so he would look at her. She watched him lean more into her hand as she stroked his face with her thumb. Smiling warmly at him,

 

“Why should I have to fear my guardian? I’ve waited so many years to meet my watcher, and now, I’ve finally met him. Can I now have his name?”

 

Lifting his hand to cover hers, his gaze unwavering as he stared into her bright orbs, “Jared Ellwood.”

 

“Jared,” she tested, loving the sound of it on her tongue. “I love it.” She then placed the hand on his cheek to her mouth as she looked away, a crimson blush dusting her features.

 

“I love your blush, it makes you look beautiful.” His words made her glance at him.

 

‘He thinks I’m beautiful…’

 

When he noticed her expression change to one he recognized but felt it was a disappointment, Jared exclaimed. “What did I say? I didn’t mean to upset you in any way—”

 

He was silenced with a soft finger to his lips, he was slightly embarrassed, he couldn’t recall the last time he had acted like that. But the thought of being the one who hurt her bothered him, he would make it right. She looked at him with a small smile, “No one’s ever told me I was beautiful is all, other than Sara of course. I’ve always felt that there was something wrong with me.”

 

“You’ve always been beautiful, since the first moment I saw you—only minutes after you were born. You’re more beautiful than your sister.”

 

“You’re just saying that…”

 

“No, I’m not, I have been on this earth for many, many years, no woman can compare to you.”

 

“Please Jared, you don’t have to lie—”

 

“I’m not lying,” he said a little more forcefully, causing her to shrink back in his arms some. “The only other woman I can think of who was beautiful was my mother, only two women will be beautiful in my eyes, you and my mother. I have looked at no other woman and will not look at anyone but you.”

 

“But you could have any woman you want, why to choose me?”

 

Closing his eyes and sighing before he opened them again. “I have had many women