Twin Moon - Chapter 235 - Coerced
Whiskey.
“So, where have you come from?” Gunner asked me. He sat across from me at the small firepit. We cooked one of the spruce hens that I caught. It was a fat one too, with lots of meat on it. He was slowly ripping the flesh off the breast, while I gnawed at its leg. After the unexpected cuddle I got from Gunner this morning, I've become more curious about the girl he mentioned, the one waiting for him. I think her name is Zee, or at least that’s what he calls her. He has called me Zee twice now, so he must be missing her a lot to be seeing her face in mine.
“Nowhere in particular” I answered. Giving him something, while still giving him nothing. A tactic I have been using all day, every time he has asked me something.
“This isn’t exactly a populated area. No towns for miles and the closest packs are hours away. Why would you come all the way out here?” he pushed. He is slowly becoming more brazen and intrusive with his questions. He is curious, that’s a given, but his questions are persistent.
“Why did you?” I fired back without hesitation. Gunner chuckled and shook his head.
“Still so defensive” he teased me as he sunk his teeth into the chicken meat,
“I came here for the emptiness, the space and the quiet. Because there is no one else for miles. At least there wasn’t meant to be” he mumbled through the chicken in his mouth.
“Now you” he prompted,
“No reason. Or, well, the same reason, I guess” I answered with a careless shrug of my shoulders.
“Did you come from one of the packs close by?”
“No”
“It’s very coincidental that you, of all people, just happen to stumble upon the mountain I was camping out on” he said cryptically. He's been doing that a lot today. Saying little things, and making little comments, all with a hidden meaning that I didn’t know. It's starting to drive me insane. Me of all people. He says it like I'm someone special to him and the universe is playing games with him. Maybe I'll just kill him and be done with it.
“I don’t believe in coincidences” I told him while looking him dead in the eye.
“I’m starting not to either” he mumbled and threw a chicken bone into the fire.
“Will you stop with that” I growled annoyed,
“Stop with what?” he chuckled back. The laughing and chuckling are also starting to enrage me. It is almost like he finds my anger and frustration amusing. I wonder how amusing he would find my anger when I am sinking my blade into his chest.
“First of all, stop laughing at me. And then you can stop with the whole cryptic bullshit. You want to say something to me, then out with it” I demanded and threw my chicken bone into the fire. The bone crackled under the heat of the flames, and fresh embers floated away into the night sky.
“I’m sorry, I'm not laughing at you” he said sincerely,
“Liar” I hissed back,
“I’m not lying, I swear it, and I'm not laughing at you. I am however laughing at myself, and this whole situation that I have gotten myself into” he said with a shake of his head.
“That, that right there” I yelled and stood up,
“That’s the cryptic shit I’m talking about. Just fucking say what you want to say already” I yelled in his face. I could feel the heat fluttering over my skin, the anger inside me starting to bubble. Gunner huffed and ran a hand through his unruly hair.
“Do you know who I am?” he asked me. Not in a cocky sort of way, but in a curious way. Like he expected me to know already. Why? I have no fucking clue.
“No” I scoffed in response,
“You really have no clue? You don’t feel anything when you are near me, you don’t feel anything when I touched you? Nothing at all?” he asked as he tipped his head to the side. Something about the way he asked the question surprised me. He was so sincere, so genuine, he really expected a certain answer. I hesitated as I looked at his waiting face.
“No” I blurted out quickly, maybe a little too fast.
“Now you’re the one who’s lying” he said amused and stood up slowly.
“Tell me. Tell me what you feel” he said as he walked around the fire. I stepped back away from him and he halted in his tracks.,
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” I said shakily. I have never before felt nervous, or unsure of myself. Saxton never made me feel weak or less than him. But this Were, Gunner, he has a way of my making my skin crawl in the most delicious ways. He can get under my skin and make me question everything, just by staring at me with those terrifyingly deep blue eyes.
“You’re still lying. Tell me what you feel when you’re around me” he commanded. His power and authority rolled over me like boiling water. I have never felt anything like it. It was unnerving.
“You make me feel safe” I answered unknowingly,
“Is that all?” he asked, his voice low and even, almost like he was singing or chanting a spell. I know in my head that I don’t want to answer him, I want to keep my secrets for myself. But his voice rang through my ears like a gentle and calming embrace, convincing me to spill my deepest and darkest secrets.
“I feel like I know you, like I can trust you” I answered him,
“You can trust me” he cooed peacefully,
“I know” I said. My voice no longer sounded like my own. It was like I was dreaming. I could see what was going on, I could feel his influence slipping over me. But I didn’t want to fight it. I welcomed it. It tickled at my skin and fluttered around my heart. I liked it.
“Go on” he prompted and walked slowly towards me,
“You’re what I've been looking for” I said in my far away voice,
“Just me?” he asked as he stopped in front of me,
“No” I answered,
“What else are you looking for?”
“For me”
“For you? What do you mean?” Gunner said softly and gripped hold of my waist.
“I’ve been seeing myself in my dreams for as long as I can remember, I want to find out why” I answered. Inside my mind, I was screaming at myself to shut up, to stop talking. But it was like I no longer had control over my mouth. My mind and mouth had become completely separated.
“Interesting, is that all you’re looking for?”
“No”
“Tell me, what else is it you’re hoping to find?”
“I don’t know” I sang,
“You don’t know” he repeated. He looked into my eyes, and I gazed blankly back at his glowing silver orbs.
‘I don’t know” I repeated,
“Good girl Whiskey” he said as he pressed my back against a tree.
“I’m going to help you, okay?” he said lowly as he cupped my cheek,
“Okay” I agreed,
“But for me to help you, you need to trust me, okay?” he said softly. The warmth and calmness of his voice melted over me. Any worry I had was gone. The screaming of my inner voice to stop speak, was gone.
“Okay” I repeated again,
“You cannot try and kill me again, okay?”
“Okay” I nodded, keeping my eyes locked onto his silver gaze,
“Now Whiskey, you’re going to forget about this little talk, okay?”
“Okay” I agreed,
“You won't remember telling me about your dream, or anything else we have just talked about. Alright?” he said smoothly. His voice seeped into my ears, twisting itself through my mind. All of my doubts were non-existent. All there was him, him and his words.
“Okay” I agreed. Gunner slowly let me down, sitting me against the tree. He crouched in front of me, still cupping my cheeks. My mind became cloudy, and my eyes felt heavy.
“You won’t remember” I heard him whisper. My eyes closed, and all I could see was the two glowing silver balls shrouded in darkness.
-
My eyes flew open, and I sat forward with a start. I huffed in surprise and felt a mighty headache pound through my brain. I gripped the sides of my head and groaned. How the fuck did I get over here, and when the fuck did I fall asleep?
“Are you alright?” Gunner’s voice called from the other side of the fire pit. I glared at him and dropped my hands. He looked at me over the fire, his eyes full of concern. He slowly stood up and walked around the fire.
“What happened?” I grunted,
“You fell asleep” Gunner answered while looking down at me.
“Whiskey, you look a little pale” he said as he crouched down in front of me. A wave of DeJa'Vu swept over me, and the feeling that I had seen him like that before, stuck to the front of my brain.
“I have a headache” I grunted and shot to my feet, I took a few steps back away from him.
“You should get some proper sleep” he said slowly, his voice dripping with concern.
“Yeah” I mumbled and waddled over to the tent. Gunner followed closely behind me, crawling into the small space after me. I laid down and wrapped my arm over my head.
“Are you alright?” Gunner asked,
“I’ll be fine” I snapped back.
“You can trust me” he said softly, and gently placed his hand on my shoulder. Goosebumps broke out across my skin and a shiver ran down my spine. That same feeling of DeJa'Vu hit me like a truck and I couldn’t shake it. But I also couldn’t shake the feeling that he was right. I could trust him, if I allowed myself to trust anyone. I let his words swirl around my head, drinking in the sincerity and truth of his comment.
“I know” I said back to him quietly. I shut my eyes and listened as he breathed out a relieved sigh and laid down. Neither one of us fell asleep. I could tell by his breathing, and because he stank of anxiety. I don’t know what he was anxious about though. We lay silently for hours, side by side, neither one of us speaking. It was strangely comfortable.
“Whiskey?” Gunner’s voice whispered, breaking the silence.
“Yes?” I whispered back. He took a deep breath and shuffled on the spot,
“I want to take you back with me, to my pack” he said quietly. I rolled over onto my side to face him. He was laying on his stomach, cuddling his pillow under his chin.
“Why?” I asked with a frown. Gunner laid his cheek on the pillow and looked over at me. It was pitch black, yet I could see the blue of his eyes swirling through the darkness.
“I don’t know where you’ve come from, or where you’re going, but I know that I was meant to find you” he said surely.
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