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

Scarlet sat there, still and quiet. Her heart sped up, to the point of bursting, and she didn't dare even let out a whimper. Even when his grip felt like it were close to cracking her jaw bone, giving a definite bruise, she stayed still. The only movement she made was to grab his forearm, feeling the heat that radiated off of his body, and begging him not to squeeze with any more force. Her blue eyes burned into his, scared to look away. Like before, she had an deniable feeling of familarity as her blue irises met his emerald green ones. Every crease, every rim...Those eyes were something that she unknowlingly knew better that herself, and for some reason, while he screamed at her, inches from squeeze the breath out of her, she felt comfort in their emerald depths... How could she find solace in the eyes of such a monster? As Preston ripped the pages, throwing them one by one in the fire, Scarlet bit her lip so hard she thought she would bleed, figuring it would be better than saying something that would get him even angrier. Taking deep breaths, she lowered her eyes, keeping her focus on the large dog that sat at her feet. Her stomach twisted, and before she could say anything at all, he was stalking out, Cerberus in tow. Never had she felt she torn down by someone. Left alone, her cheeks a faint color of pink, Scarlet sat in the empty library. She hated him, more than she had ever hated anything in her life, and she didn't even know him. In fact, she knew nothing about him. All she knew was that his name was Preston, but he was Hades, God of the Underworld, and there was something about her that he loathed. It gave he the oddest mixture of emotions. While so angry she could cry, she also felt indifference. There was something about this man the her subconsious was drawn to, especially when she stared into his eyes, yet something about him that continued to scream at her to run away. He frightened her, but her stubborn nature gave her an unnatural curiosity as well. Heaving herself from the chair, Scarlet ran, her face crumbling in angry tears. Her socked feet sprinted across the library, out the door, and through the hall. Pushing past everyone returning to their rooms, she sniffed, and shoved her way through. Blond hair blowing behind her, blue eyes tained with red, she paid no attention to the stares in her direction. It was late, and her intention was to run back to her room, lock herself in, and devise a way to get home. Running right into a broad chest, Scarlet felt to the floor with a thud, her tail bone breaking the fall. With furrowed eyebrows, she pushed herself up into a sitting postions, wiped away her tears with a furious swipe of her hand, and looked up to see a matching pair of blue eyes. Gregory stood in front of her, and she looked up at him with a frustrated glance. Taking a deep breath, Scarlet pushed herself up onto her feet and crossed her arms over her chest. As the hall cleared, she swallowed and gave Gregory a desperate look. It was odd how strong the differences between Gregory and Preston were. Gregory held an angelic presence, his golden hair and charming eyes giving off an imediate feeling of geniune care. She knew very little about him, but already felt she could trust him with her concerns. Why does he hate me so much? she blurted, her voice far to loud to be polite. Before she could stop herself, her chin trembled, and moisture filled her already red eyes. From the night before, her throat was spotted with purple bruises, something she did not notice when she was showering earlier that day. Her hand went to touch them, realizing how sore they felt after Preston squeezed at them again only moments ago. Why does he hate? Scarlet repeated, shaking her head and looking away from him. What did I do to him to make him act this way to me in another life?