Thread: Ancients Reborn: The Gods and Goddesses Greece (Raivh and Blair1216)

One strong hand grasped the knob to his bedroom door tightly, spinning it and stepping into the frame. He turned his head to the right, spotting her, and furrowed his brow. Rage registered on his face immediately. Whathe hellur you doin? Cheeks tinted a red hue with his fiery temper, he slammed the door shut and it rattled on its hinges. Alcohol ran thick through his veins which bulged along every tendon in his arms and neck. His green eyes were clouded over, intoxication evident. Out all night, hed done more than grab one drink to quell his contempt for the woman now standing in his room, evidently a culprit of thievery. Scanning the room, one hand still on the door, holding it closed, his stare returned to her. Howdja get in ere? Wheres my damned dog? he interrogated, turning from her and pulling open the door to shout into the hall, Cerberus! Cerberus! With a grunt, Preston closed the door once more, spinning the lock when the canine didnt come running. Again, his green eyes focused on her. Anger boiled red-hot in his face as he took one, wavering step in her direction and straightened his back, standing tall. His eyes roamed over her, the corners of his lips twitching up into a sneer. Whadaveya got? Moistening his dry, cracked lips, he crossed over to her quicker than any drunken man should have been capable of and grabbed her by the wrist. It was only a matter of seconds before he had a hold of the book. Staring down at the title with a most perplexed expression, his eyes roved the name emblazoned in gold Persephone . For a long moment, he stood there, trying to make out what it said. Finally, his lips moved, tongue slurring the name of the goddess. He said it again, as if confirming what he had just read was correct. His chest began to heave, nostrils to flare, and he threw the book behind him. The pages shuttered as the book flew through the air, careening toward a wall and impacting. It fell to the floor, upside down and open, several of the pages bent over and now creased. Strong hands moved quickly, forming fistfuls of knitted ivory fabric and wrenching Scarlet forward. Spit flew from his mouth as he shouted in her face. Ya damned minx! he bellowed, sobering somewhat and giving her a careless, violent shake as he lifted her off the floor. Her smaller body was light, no match for his strength. Glowering at her, he jerked her to the right and tossed her onto the floor near the bed, watching her body jar from the force. Heavy footsteps carried him over to where she was, and then down to her level as his knees crashed to the ground, pinning her at the waist. The fingers of his left hand coiled in her blonde hair and he jerked her head back, piercing her blue irises with a vicious green stare. Who told you ta come in here! Striking her across the face with his open, calloused palm, he returned with the back of his hand across her other cheek. How mucha thabookedja read? Whaddoyou know? Hauling her up off the floor, he staggered forward, booted feet catching on the carpet. The back of her knees hit the bed, followed by his knees, and he collapsed on top of her with a disconcerted grunt. However soft the press of her breasts against his chest, he pushed away, stumbling back a step. Get outta here! he roared, raising his hand back as if to swing at her again. Then he stopped. His green eyes locked with hers, diving deep into the oceanic pools. Teeth gritted together, he swallowed, the motion rolling down the corded muscles of his throat. Get out. The simple phrase was strained against his locked jaw. Cerberus could be heard outside of the door now, pawing at the bottom and whining to get inside.