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

That night, Preston didnt sleep well. In fact, every time he drifted off, anger still a blistering fire in his eyes, he woke with her image in mind. What made matters worse, was that the visuals that always appeared in his thoughts were of the young woman nude, in his bed, completely at his mercy. And begging for him, not to be kind to her or to love herexcept with those blue eyesbut to have her. It didnt matter how he took her, or whether or not he abused her beforehand, the woman just kept returning to haunt his dreams. Each time, the name on her lips was Hades, not Preston. There always seemed to be a certain glow about her, emanating not just from her golden locks, but from her smooth, porcelain skin as well. Her cries of pain and of pleasure bounced around in his head, making it impossible for him to think of anything else, and it had all been nothing but dreams, fabrications. It wasnt reality. Tightening his belt about his waist, he cast a glance at Cerberus. The dog was just as he had been before Scarlet had arrived obedient. Preston, however, still recalled the events from the night before. His hand was bandaged where Cerberuss menacing jaws sunk deep to defend that woman. Damn dog, Preston muttered, but the canine only whined and thumped his tail on the ground, lowering his head as Preston glowered down at him. Green eyes flitting to the closed door, he walked slowly toward it. Twice that day hed had meals brought up to him. This one he could get himself. Wandering out into the hall, Cerberus at his heels, Preston made his way downstairs and into the dining area. He didnt notice until after gathering food on his plate that the dog has slipped away, and where Cerberus had gone, Preston wasnt sure. Preston. Turning around, Preston stared into Dr. Haskells weary face. The old man pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. I know how difficult it is for you to control your temper, but the way you handled Scarlet last night is unheard of. She is a woman trailing off, Dr. Haskell looked around the room, gesturing to several females standing about, just like any of them, and you have chased after several. The only difference is that you and Persephone Will have nothing to do with each other. The Hades of ancient myth may have taken Persephone as his wife, but this woman is impertinent, and I will not fall into a predetermined fate, Preston retorted, cutting the professor off. His demeanor was cold, emotionless. But that does not give you the right to physically harm her, Preston, Dr. Haskell countered. Removing his glasses, he tucked them into the pocket over his heart. His eyebrows were furrowed into a stern crease, and he stepped toward Preston. I have no doubt Scarlet bears marks on her body, reminders of your actions last night that instilled fear of you in her. But those bruises will fade. There is inevitable connection between you, and whether for better or worse, I think youll find that Hades will want his wife. And Persephone will want her husband. Neither of you will be able to deny the past, or the fact that she is drawn to you regardless of your malevolent behavior, and you to her because of her youth and beauty. Jaw clenched, Prestons eyes swirled with a dark, brewing storm as he towered over the professor. Every defined muscle in his body was flexed in threat. His face was red, and he threw the plate in his hand, shattering the glass and sending shards of it in every direction. Several screams sounded before the room fell silent, but Preston was already exiting the room, his pace unhurried. Cerberus! he shouted, striding across the rug that led down a long corridor. The only light offered was dim and flickered, emanating from several old lamps. Cerberus! Slamming the door to the study open, he found the dog curled beside the armchair Preston had been sitting in the night prior. The books hed been going through were still out, as he hadnt bothered to shelf them again. His hard green gaze locked on Scarlet as he loomed in the doorway.