Chapter 5 -

Chapter 5 -

A Chapter by Jills
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This is the first chapter that is completely in Colin's POV, and we get to see what kind of effect Natalie has on him as well as another glimpse into the past.

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            Flipping from side to side, occasionally flipping the pillow over while trying to get it to the cool side, Colin tossed and turned all night. It was because of her. The girl, who was sleeping just in the next room, tore at his dreams. Visions of her haunted him while he was asleep just as well as the time he was awake.

            He wanted to just march into the adjoin living room, pick her up in his arms from her spot on the couch and carry her back to his room and lay her down next to him on the bed so he could curl up beside her, but he knew that was not a smart thing to do. So as he closed his eyes, he tried thinking of something else, that way his dreams wouldn’t be haunted by the angelic vision which was so close to him.

            Brief flashes of time were shown before his eyes like a movie. Set in a tavern, a young woman being harassed by an older roguish looking man. But then he saw a man much like himself stopping the older man’s advances on the young woman. She looked at him with adoration while the old man snarled at him with contempt.

            He was then thrust into a world unfamiliar to him, but so familiar all the same. The clinking of armor was heard all around as knights adorned in metal both walked around and rode their horses throughout the training grounds. Smoldering smoke filled the air as remnants of fires from the previous evening.

            The sharp sounds of metal connecting against metal rang through the air as a few of them practiced their swordsmanship while a few of the others stood around cheering on who they thought was going to win the bout.

            His back propped up against a near building, he crossed his arms over his chest as he became lost in thought. Those brown eyes, bright with adoration shook him as he remembered the serving made from the previous night. He was not one to usually get mixed up with the female variety, but there was something special about her that held his interest. Anger flew through his veins as he remembered the reason he saved her. The bloody bloke Mason needed to learn to keep his hands to himself where it concerns women.

            He wanted to stay at the tavern longer to make sure that she was safe and that Mason wouldn’t try anything else, but he had to leave. Sir Archibald requested his presence for a very special meeting pertaining to the enemy. Since Connor was one of his best knights, it was demanded of him that he be there to offer his thoughts. So he had to depart and hope that Mason would leave the poor lass alone.

            At that moment he looked up, across the field he saw the man in question sending a glare his way. After Connor’s eyebrows rose in question, Mason pushed and shoved as he made his way across the field until he was standing right in front of him.

            “Good day Mason,” Connor said pushing himself off the wall so he was standing up straighter and had more leverage.

            “Don’t ‘Good day’ me Connor,” Mason seethed as he stepped closer.

            “Mason, I don’t want any trouble, so why don’t you just back off?” Connor growled, getting in Mason’s face.

            “You don’t want any trouble do ya?” Mason said as he gave Connor a push. “Then ya should’ve stayed out o’ my business at the tavern last night. I’m a man who has needs, and interrupting me when I was trying to fulfill those needs is not a very good thing to do.”

            “You had that poor lass terrified of you. I’m willing to bet that if you tried anything with her, she would have ran away screaming her lungs out. And what would’ve happened to you then?” Connor asked, crossing his arms.

            “She wouldn’t have done anything if she knew what was good for her. And you better not interfere next time if ya know what’s good for ya. There is a reason why they call them tavern wenches after all,” Mason spat before walking off in the opposite direction.

            I’ll lay off you as long as you lay off the angel,” Connor thought to himself as he watched Mason stride away from him with a bit of a drunken swagger to his walk.

            Speaking of her, Connor wondered if he would ever have the chance to see her again. With his upcoming mission, he didn’t know whether he would return from it.

            Sir Archibald has told them that their enemy had a deadly new weapon in their arsenal, but no one knew what this was except for the general in command himself. It was rumored that he was to have a savage beast under his control, one who towered over castles and could flatten them with one deadly blow.

            It was his mission to try and find the enemy’s camp and try to find out what their secret weapon was. For safety reasons, he was the only one going on this mission. This mission required a lot of stealth, which was the reason that he was going on the mission in the first place.

            Whistling, he put his hands behind his back and set off strolling around the camp with his mind set on going back to that tavern later this evening in hopes that he would catch one more glimpse of the angel.

            Colin woke up in a sweat, his blankets being already tossed off the side of his bed as he sat up wondering where that dream had come from. With the images that flashed by right before his dream started up, he thought over what they meant and if those images just happened to be the ones that Natalie had from her dream that she told them about. It would make sense, because the “angel” in his dream was the spitting image of Natalie. With that, it only made him wonder if he was haunting her dreams like she did to his.

            He had never dreamed of something in the past before, but now that he had actually met Natalie in person, he pondered the possibility that he would have more dreams like the one that he just had.

            Knowing that he wasn’t going to be able to fall back asleep, he set his feet on the floor before pushing himself off the bed, wiping the sleep out of his eyes as he padded out of his room and down the hall to get to the kitchen. As he made his way to the kitchen, he couldn’t help but stop when he entered the living room. His eyes fell to the form sleeping on the couch, watching the steady rise and fall of her shoulders as she slept.

            There was something about her that stirred something deep within him. He had barely known her for 12 hours, but yet the mere sight of here set something deep within him aflame, having feelings that he had never even felt the tiniest glimmer of before.

            His breath caught in his throat as there was a movement from the coach. Shuffling was heard as she rolled over while stretching her arms above her head before bringing them in against her. With a yawn, she was back to sleep.

            He knew that it was probably wrong, standing there watching her sleep like that, but he just couldn’t tear his gaze away from her. Shaking his head, he tried to clear his thoughts as he continued on his way to the kitchen.

            Stepping foot inside the kitchen, he immediately set away to fill the kettle with water to make himself a cup of coffee. Perhaps the strong scent along with the caffeine would help clear his thoughts, at least for a small amount of time. Looking around at the pale white cabinets and the small enclosed space, he decided to himself that he couldn’t wait to find an actual paying job so he could move out of the apartment. Sure, he loved his sister, but a young bachelor shouldn’t be living with his sister. It was just too awkward at times.

            Sitting down in front of the table, legs crossed as he leaned back in the chair his thoughts drifted away, imagining how life would be if he had a house of his own. The kitchen would be about three to four times the size of the one that was in this apartment, that way there would be plenty of room to do all the cooking needed for when he would invite the family over for the holidays. It might sound a little weird, but Colin was one who loved to cook and took pride in when he served up something delicious. The rest of the house could be small, as long as he had enough room in the kitchen.

            Of course there would need to be a porch so that he could sit out there in both the morning to watch the sun rise, and then again at dusk so he could watch it set under the horizon, observing all the colors in the sky while sitting on the swing. And of course he would have someone to sit and share it all with, but that was the most important thing, and he would wait until forever to have it.

            The loud whistle screaming knocked him out of his thoughts. Shaking his head, he got out a mug from the cabinet and poured the steaming water into the mug. Putting the coffee grounds into the mug, he started to stir it but stopped in his tracks when he heard the shuffling of feet, stopping abruptly a few feet away from him.

            Turning, he tried to keep the blood in his veins from boiling. There she stood, his little angel, looking sweet and innocent while at the same time being completely sexy as all hell. Her hands were rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, at the same time making her halter top from the previous night ride up a bit, exposing the flesh of her stomach. It didn’t help that her hair was all tousled up from her sleep on the couch.

            “Good morning,” he managed to croak out, tearing his eyes away from her.

            “Morning,” she replied shyly.

            Out of the corner of his eye, he managed to catch as a blush spread across her cheeks. It was only then that he realized he was walking around the house in nothing but his boxers. Being so used to having the place to himself in the morning since Gina didn’t usually wake up so early, he hadn’t thought to at least slip on a pair of sweatpants or another shirt. Although he wasn’t the best looking guy around, not buff like a lot of other guys are, but it still made him happy to know that he had that kind of effect on her.

            “So, do you mind me asking why you’re up so early?” he asked as he took a long sip of his coffee.

            “I always get up early,” she shrugged as she sluggishly made her way to one of the seats at the table. “Besides, I love the aroma of coffee, and the whistle from the kettle doesn’t exactly help put one to sleep.”

            “Sorry about that,” he gave a soft chuckle before remembering his manners. “Would you like me to make you a cup?”

            “I’d like that, thanks,” she said while giving him a soft smile.

            Damn if that smile didn’t stir something with him. Meant to be completely innocent, maybe it was because she was still half asleep so her eyelids weren’t open all the way, giving off a shy but yet mysterious look that made her seem sexy. Still, she sat there completely oblivious to the effect that she had on him.

            “So um, how do you usually like your coffee?” he asked, not really knowing what else to say in this situation.

            “Black is too strong for me. Here, let me put the other stuff in. People usually don’t put enough in, or too much so I like to do it myself,” she said, getting up and brushing past him in the small vicinity to get to the refrigerator.

            His muscles tensed as her bare shoulder accidentally brushed his back as she went by him. He so desperately wanted to just grab her by the arm and pull her into him, brush his lips over hers and never let go. But of course he couldn’t, it would be ungentlemanly, and he was not brought up to be some sort of savage. Also, a move like that would most likely frighten her away, and he couldn’t bear the thought of her being scared of him. He was definitely going to need a cold shower before the day was over.

            “Excuse me,” she said as she slid the cup over so it was in front of her.

            “You know what? I don’t mean to rush, but I’m going to go take a shower, and then I can take you home,” he said as he turned away from her.

            “Oh!” she exclaimed as if she had just remembered something. “That would be great! I almost forgot about poor Munchie all alone at home. I need to feed her before she gets into the trash!”

            “Munchie?” he questioned, turning back to face her, his eyebrow raised.

            “Yeah, Munchie, my pet dog,” she said while stirring her coffee.

            “Mind if I ask what kind of dog you have?” he asked, genuinely curious.

            “Oh, she’s a husky. But she’s one of the most interesting dogs, because her left eye is blue and her right one is brown. I think that huskies are one of the most beautiful breeds of dogs out there, but her eyes just add to it. It’s sad because when she was just a pup, no one wanted her because of her eyes, but for some reason what made so many people not want her instead just drew me in. I guess I just have a love for anything that’s out of the ordinary,” she said with a shrug while grinning, making her face absolutely glow with happiness.

            So if I were to say that we’re meant to be since you’ve been in my dreams for quite some time now that you wouldn’t freak out, that you would absolutely love the idea and live happily ever after with me?” he thought but didn’t say anything.

            “What about you? Do you like things that are out of the ordinary?” she asked, the smile slowly fading, afraid that she said too much.

            “Absolutely,” he grinned, catching her gaze as the blush returned to her cheeks. “So, I guess I’ll go hop in the shower so I can get you home to feed your dog.”

            “Sounds good,” she said as she moved towards the table once more.

            You have no clue how much I believe in things out of the ordinary. If you only knew what I knew. I definitely need a cold shower,” he thought to himself as he walked out of the room, trying to do all he could not to think of her.

             



© 2009 Jills


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