Runaway Bride | Fortids Emne

She looked at Evan also known as Magistar to some, with the most stern gaze, before taking her hand to herself. " Dont you EVER do that again, i´m not your property, just because we are married! ". She looked at him with fury in her eyes, before feeling the punishment. She decided to go to the ladies room when she had the chance, but instead of returning to her seat, she choose to run down the stairs like some cinderella, dropping her shoes on the way, before running outside in her lovely gown. She quickly hid in an ally nearby, before looking at her cellphone and then tossing it to the side. She looked in her wallet, but there was nothing more than just some small cash. She felt so trapped, like some mouse against a cat, a cat that would see it fit, that she was never to even breath near any man at all. She blamed her powers, for making men crazy, but she also blamed herself, for falling for someone.

She looked down to her cold feet, before looking around a little. She stood out, way to much actually. When people started to walk out of the opera and the cars started to drive to the entrence, she saw an oppitunity, an escape from her chains. She quickly ran to the first car she could get to, before not even looking who it belonged to or if there was even someone inside of it, the only thing she could think about was, that it didnt belong to her husband. She wore a beautiful golden dress, and her hair sat in an elegant sleek hairstyle, with expensive jewellery in her ears and around her neck and wrists. She didnt even look how the car looked exactly, but it was clear that she was in distress and scared, because as soon as she got inside the mystery car, she ducked as fast as she could, before saying with her american accent. " Please drive, hurry..  ". Her feet were a little dirty and cold from standing outside, trying to figure out what to do. The sapphire green eyes, looked slowly to the side, before looking at the driver, in the front, through the mirror in the middle. She had contacts in, so her powers couldnt do anything to anyone right now. " I´m so sorry.. ".

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It wasn’t often that he got to spend evenings like this, going out to dinner and the Opera with a friend. It felt nice to finally be able to talk about normal things, to distract the mind from the horrors of previous nights. When the performance was over, he walked outside and said goodbye to his friend before walking to his parking spot. Driving out on the main road, he quickly got stuck in the line of cars and waited for an opportunity to move into the second lane. He raised an eyebrow at the sound of the back door opening, thinking that someone had gotten into the wrong car. “Je psense que tu (I think you)…” he started, his voice was husky and revealed no accent. He turned around to see who it was, surprised to see a young woman in a silver gown ducking in the backseat, as if she was hiding from something. She told him to drive, confusing him furthermore. “Are you alright, miss?” he asked with a concern in his eyes, not knowing what events had led to this, except that it was faith for her to run into him. His angelic aura would give her a strong sense of safety, something it looked like she needed. He turned his body back and looked in the side mirror before turning his blinker on to get in the next lane, driving away from the Opera. “Where to?” he asked, turning up the heater to help her warm up. He looked in the rear-view mirror as she apologized and shook his head slightly. “Don’t be. You did the right thing,” he said and knew this to be true regardless of the risk she'd taken by doing it. “But if you don’t mind me asking, what are you running away from?” he asked, hoping to better understand her situation and how he could help.

The french language had trown her a little off, when she had opened the car door, and sneaked herself inside, without much thought to the person driving, or their feelings of having a strange woman in their car, that just decided to crash, without permission, but she really couldnt be bothered with playing nice, especially when she wanted to escape from her crazy husband. She looked at him in the mirror´s reflection with an almost pleading look, as if to say, that if he let her out, she would surely die, and that was actually also what she thought she would, if Evan ever got his on her again. The sapphire green eyes, looked at him with an apologetic gleam in them, but also curiosity. She didnt know who he was, but apparently they had been to the very same place. He was here, dressed to the nines, polished and dapper, a very handsome man indeed.

She decided not to answer if she was alright, because she wasnt anything near it. She slowly reached up to her cheek, that had a faint red tint to it, as if someone had laid a hand on her, which had happened. Her breathing was fast, quick and small motions, like she was in pain for every breath she took, from the panic that had washed over her, in the moment when she took her leap of faith, and ended in a car with a stranger, but somehow.. she felt so.. protected, so safe.

When he asked her where to, it suddenly hit her. A small tear slowly moved from her right eye, down her golden skin, slowly dropping from her lower jaw, to the cars floor. " I have nowhere to go.. ". Her voice.. soft and broken, with such sweetness and sorrow in it. She let her gaze turn from the mirror to the cars window, looking at all the flashing light passing by, how everything moved away from him, from her former prison. She shivered ever so slightly, before hearing a faint sound and then feeling the touch of warm air, filling the air, gently caressing her skin. She touched her arms, moved her slender hands up and down, before letting her hands lay in her lap, sitting up with a straight back, no slouching, like she was almost trained to always look her best.

When she had apologized, she couldnt help but look in his direction, from time to time. When he asked what she was running from, she couldnt help but feel her brave apperance crack, before she took her hand to her face, trying to hide her tears that came streaming down. She couldnt get a word out. How hard it was for her, to actually love such a monster, to had fallen so in love with him, only to realise, that the only thing he had ever desired, was to claime her, to own her, to control her. She could feel her body shake with the thought of it. She couldnt get a word out, so she just shook her head, as to let him know, that the burden of the right words, was just too much for her, to speak of in this very moment, in such a fresh state of mind.

He nodded when she said she had nowhere to go. Perhaps the right thing would be to take her to a women’s center, but he assumed that whatever was after her would find her there rather quickly. "I will drive to my motel then... until we figure something else out," he said, looking at the street in front of him, his face lighting up every time they drove by a street lamp. He noticed her tearing up, feeling his heart ache at her sadness. “It’s okay,” he said, understanding that she wasn’t ready to talk about it. "You don't have to say anything," he added.

He parked in front of a small motel in the outskirts of Paris. “This is where I’m staying,” he said, looking back at her. He was always on the go, so simple motels sufficed for the most part. He then took a deep breath before he got out of the car and opened the door to the passenger seat, frowning slightly as he noticed she didn’t wear shoes. He then looked into her green eyes with a warm gaze. “My name is Michael,” he introduced himself, as he reached for her hand.
As they walked inside, he led her towards his room and opened the door. The room was simple. The desk was filled with various scriptures and articles that he used in his work, other than that there was nothing but a bed, a mini fridge and two chairs. Under different circumstances he’d get her another room, but he wasn't wealthy and it was more important to buy some essential things for her first. “Feel free to take a shower,” he said looking towards the door to the bathroom. “You can borrow one of my shirts until I can get you new clothes in the morning,” he said, walking over to his suitcase to take out a long sleeve shirt, before he handed it to her.

She nodded slightly, when he said that he would drive her to his motel. She knew that she would be safe such a place, that Evan wouldnt look for her a place like that, not right away.. anyway. When he parked in front of the small motel, with this kinda creepy looking feeling to it, she couldnt help but hesitate for a moment, but it was nothing compared to the motels in America.. they were the stuff of nightmares at nighttime. She looked down, not sure if she even was prepared to look near her rescue man. She felt like a bother, like a burden that had been thrown upon a complete stranger, that had nothing to do with the situation. Her green eyes slowly looked up to see into the warm gaze of the man in front of her. Michael was his name.. she couldnt help but brighten a little up, before she said with a soft voice " Like the angel ". She slowly got out of the car, with his help.. holding her small slender hand in his, before looking at him, with an innocent gaze. " My name is Laurentia, but you can just call me Lauren ". She walked with him all the way to his room. Some would say that it was mad, to walk with a stranger to a motel and especially someone they had just met, only minutes ago. She looked at the door for some time, before walking inside.

It actually surprised her, how clean it looked inside, and how it had a gentle vibe to it, but then again.. it was paris. She looked at Michael, rather surprised. His tux was very luxurius, if someone asked her, so why was he living here?. She didnt ask him any question, as she felt it wasnt her place to do so, and especially not after what she had put him through. He had already gone out of his way, to help her.. she thought, so she wouldnt be more bothersome.. but something that did concern her, was the lack of a couch or other beds.. She looked around for a moment, before hearing him say that she could borrow one of his shirts. She nodded, remembering that she didnt have any underwear under the fine clothes, as to not make it appear wrinkly or lash on to it, so when she got the shirt, she looked at him with red cheeks, before saying a small. " Thanks.. ". She walked to the bathroom rather quick, before softly closing the door after herself, until it was just her.. alone in the bathroom. She folded the shirt and layed it near the sink, before taking a look at herself in the mirror. She had to take out her contacts to sleep, but she didnt wanna come across as a bitch, for not looking at him tonight, or tomorrow morning.

She looked at the shower for a brief moment. She hadnt looked the bathroom door, as she felt safe near him, besides.. the lock didnt work anyways. She slowly got undressed, took off every jewellery, every little piece of fabric got removed from the golden skin, before she slowly walked over to the showers, turned it on and then got under it. She felt the refreshing feeling of water on her skin, closed her eyes and just enjoyed it for as long as she felt, that she could allow herself to do it. After she had cleaned herself and refreshed herself, she got over to the sink and then looked at the contacts she had taken out. She sighed, before drying herself off, but not completely, as she liked the dewy look to her skin, making it look almost glimmering. She took the shirt and for a moment held it, before slowly taking it on. It covered a great deal, but also just barely. Slowly she cleaned up the bathroom, before opening the door and walking out into the bedroom. She looked briefly at Michael, but hurried to turn her gaze away from him.

Without the contacts her eyes was way more intense in the color, and way more noticable, but lucky for her.. her power wouldnt effect him, as long as she didnt look him directly in the eyes, and as long as it was dark or dimly lit in the room. She slowly got over to the bed, before looking slightly concerned, but she didnt wish for him to sleep on the floor, or her. She slowly got into the bed, before taking the sheet, that was big but also just one in a whole. It was rather embarassing for her to share bed but also cover with a stranger, but... it also felt safe, and it wasnt like Michael wasnt a fine looking man. " T-Thanks.. for taking me with you, and.. and for doing all of this for me.. i am so greatful for your help Michael.. ". She said his name with such tenderness, such care.. before looking over at him.

For her, the relationship with Evan had been over a long time ago, just waiting for her chance to escape his claws... his madness and now that she was so close, she could finally feel the burden on her shoulders, being taken away, as it had almost never existed in the first place. She felt at ease, safe.. comfortable.

A hint of a smile formed on his lips at her comment. “In the flesh,” he said, letting her know that he was indeed the archangel. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lauren,” he said and was glad that she trusted him enough to follow. He knew that it was an unusual situation, but he didn’t know what else to do. If she had nowhere to go, the least he could do was give her shelter for the night. He looked around the room, thinking that she probably didn’t think this is where he stayed from his appearance, but it was all temporary. He never settled in one place for long.

He tipped his head, as to say ‘no problem’ for the shirt, hoping that she’d feel better after the shower. He watched her as she went inside the bathroom. Then he kicked off his shoes, removed the butterfly and took off his jacket. He didn’t plan on sleeping tonight, most nights he couldn’t anyway. If he eventually felt exhausted, he would just sleep on the floor. He sat down on the chair by the desk and started to write in his journal. He heard the water from the shower and looked up from the book to the painting on the wall in front of him, thinking about what they were supposed to do tomorrow.
He turned his eyes to her as she walked out, looking briefly down at her body before looking away. He was happy that she didn’t hesitate to take the bed, because there was no way he’d let her sleep on the floor. He turned around to face her as she thanked him. It wasn’t always people expressed their gratitude, so he was happy when they did. “Of course,” he said, keeping his gaze at her through the dim lighting in the room. "It’s my job… helping people,” he said, leaning back in the chair. He was sure most people would’ve done the same thing, angel or not. He still didn’t know the circumstances of her situation, but in the end, it didn’t matter. What mattered was that she was safe now. "What do you do for a living?" he asked, curious to know more about her.
He walked over to the side of the bed to take one of the pillows, putting it down on the floor, before going over to the closet to take out an extra blanket. Even if she insisted on him taking the bed, it would be wrong, and she’d probably only say it because she felt obliged to. He put the blanket down, making a bed on the floor for himself. “Is there anyone I can call for you?” he asked, thinking that there must be someone who needed to know where she was. She looked like the kind of girl people would be worried sick about.

She had felt the gaze down her body, from his beautiful green eyes, that she had looked into when he had opened the car door for her earlier, and also when she had looked in the car mirror, while seeing flashing light pass by. lighting up his face. For a moment she shuddered with the thought of what he could be thinking, not because she was afraid, but because she wouldnt lie.. that he was a very handsome man, and to even be considered beautiful in his eyes, she could just imagine the safety someone would feel, being his.. and also sharing bed with him, the thought alone made her jaloux of the woman that had felt it, had the chance to be his, or be near him for more than a day..
She sighed thinking about her own, how chaotic it had been, and how she had endured more bad days than good days, how Evan had claimed she was his to own, as if she was just a thing in his live, something to be owned.. or sold to highest bidder. The green eyes gazed for a moment over to Michael, when he started making a bed for himself on the floor. " No please, i have already troubled you enough ". Her accent was starting to let the Italien side sound more, before she looked down at the cover in front of her, that she had over her legs to her waist.

She felt bad for taking the bad, and taking up space.. especially now that he was so determined to sleep on the floor. She didnt quite know why Michael was, actually the thought of him being the angel, had grazed her for a time, but she didnt think that he was serious, when he had confirmed her words from earlier. She looked at him, trying her best not to get eye contact, just to be sure. " Sounds like a wonderfull job ". She could just imagine him helping people, no matter what he helped with.. how wonderfull it would be, to actually be of help to other people, in this life. She waited for some minutes, before she decided to tell him what she did for a living. " I am a model.. but in my free time, i.. make jewellery´s, but nothing too serious ". She looked down for a moment. She felt so alone when he asked if there was someone he could call for her, before she looked at him with a fake smile, trying to be strong, and also not a bother to him. " It´s fine, i will call them tomorrow morning from a phone booth or something ".

She didnt have anyone, not anyone Evan wouldnt go through first.. she would put people in danger, if she ever came near them, so she couldnt take the risk, neither near family or friends.. so she would just have to get out of the country, one way or another. She had stashed her phone and pass someplace near the opera, so she would just have to go back to search for it, to see if it was still there, because she didnt have anything on her for the moment. " So Michael.. what.. do you do, for a living?, other than helping people ". She let a small smile appear on her lips, this time genuine, before slowly moving over to the side that he had prepared to sleep at. She looked down at the hard floor, and the little sleeping area he had created for himself, before she let a sigh slip through her plump lips. " Are you sure.. i cant convince you to sleep up here.. i really dont mind, i would.. actually feel much more safe with you, sleeping next to me ". She looked innocently at him, before saying " Or are you perhaps.. married? ". She almost sounded disappointed, but maybe it was just her flirtatious siren side that was slowly starting to show.. aluring and teasing, always trying to get a reaction from people.. and right now, she was grasping at everything and anything, not to think about the situation she was in, or the feels that she had.

To him this wasn’t a bother because he knew it was faith for him to help her, and frankly he’d slept in worse places. He’d been to hell and purgatory, so sleeping on the floor in a motel for a night was no big deal. “Really, it’s okay,” he insisted, walking over to his suitcase by the window and unbuttoned his shirt. He then took it off and folded it back into the suitcase, before he put on a white T-shirt. He turned to face her as she replied his question, not surprised to hear that she was a model. She was extremely beautiful. “That’s nice,” he replied with a faint smile, thinking that perhaps that was why she was in Paris. He just nodded when she said she wanted to call them tomorrow. He had a phone, so he didn’t know why she wanted to go to a phone booth, but perhaps she didn’t want to impose. That’s the feeling he got from her anyway.

He looked at her for a long moment, thinking whether he should tell her about his life. He often tried to avoid telling much about himself, as he didn’t want people to get close to him. Nothing good had ever come out of that. In the end, he would just let them down. The other part was that most people wouldn’t understand. “Well, besides my responsibilities as an archangel and commander of the Host… I’m on earth to serve humans, to save people and fight evil,” he answered. The weight on his shoulders was immense, but it was what he was created to do, and there was no way to change that. He couldn’t help but smile when she almost begged him to sleep next to her. He was sure not many men could say no to that. He looked down at his hand, where there once had been a wedding band. “No, I’m not married... but a man and woman sleeping next to each other should be,” he answered, thinking about her offer for a moment. She had him at making her feel safer. But he knew it was wrong, that he was weak for letting her innocent gaze get to him. Some part of him just wanted her to feel better and protected from what had happened earlier. “Fine, but only if you’re sure it’s going to help you sleep,” he said, before he grabbed the pillow from the floor to put it back on the bed. At least this way she wouldn’t feel like she’d be imposing by taking the bed away from him. He took off his pants and socks, now wearing boxer briefs and a t-shirt. He laid down on his back beside of her, not knowing why he was doing this for her. He usually wouldn’t as he saw himself as a man of virtue, and there was nothing right about sleeping next to a woman that he’d just met. Even when it wasn’t for sexual reasons. He turned off the light beside of the bed and looked up at the ceiling. He had pushed the covers over to her side, so he wouldn’t be sleeping under the same fabric. There wasn’t any reason to be led into temptation by touching her bare skin. “I know you might not be ready to talk about what happened… but just know that I’m here if you ever need to talk,” he said in a low voice, before turning his head to look at her. He knew more than anyone how it felt to go through dark times. “I’m sure better things will come your way, if you have faith,” he said, hoping that regardless of what had happened, she still had faith and hope for the future.