Chapter 5

Author's Note:

Hello, lovelies! I hope your day's been going as great as mine. I'm trying hard not to laugh at my crazy sister and her mom (and failing miserably, lmfao). Now, back to the matter at hand. As much as I'm appreciating the reads (because I am definitely appreciating them) I would certainly appreciate some comments and thoughts so much more. I hate to press the matter, but I won't know if the story is worth continuing if you guys don't let me know that you do (or don't) like it. Forewarning: this chapter is a bit long because I couldn't find a decent stopping place before the end of this chapter. Anywho, thanks again for reading, and I hope you enjoy. Come at me, bro!

<3 - Kay

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Chapter 5

I shrugged to myself and followed his lead, his fingers never releasing the sleeve of my shirt. In an odd sense, I was relieved to have him by my side, despite the terror I felt when I looked into his eyes, but relief and trust were two different matters entirely.

"So, are you ever gonna tell me who you are?" I asked.

"I said 'no questions'," he quipped, but quickly added, "I am your guardian."

I stayed silent for a few moments, wondering if he would answer any other questions I posed. "Do you have a name?"

He remained silent for a while, and I thought he had simply refused to answer me until he cleared his throat. "No, you never gave me one."

At this, I stopped in my tracks, pulling his hand in mine to stop him as well. He glanced warily at our intertwined fingers before dragging his gaze to meet mine. "I never gave you a name?" I asked, nearly scoffing. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that I do not have a name because you have yet to give me one." He gave me a concerned look, as though my logic had completely left me.

"Before the day that I...died, I had never seen you before, so--"

"I've been with you since the first time you nearly lost your life. You were three years old, and your parents had moved from Baton Rouge to Boone, North Carolina," he gazed past me in nostalgia as I stared up at him in awed confusion. "You had just mastered climbing the stairs, and stood up with a victorious grin," a small smile made it's way across his face before quickly vanishing into a worried frown. "And just as you reached the top step, your mother called out to you, frantically seeking your whereabouts. You were startled at her screaming and lost your footing..." his voice broke and I was nearly in tears. "I barely caught you before..." he stopped, looking back into my eyes.

For the second time, a tear that I hadn't expected, rolled down my face. This time, when he reached to wipe it away, I didn't flinch; instead, I leaned into the warmth of his hand, wondering how such a beautiful soul could be sentenced to the role of being my guardian.

He leaned down over me and kissed my forehead, whispering, "You will never know how much you mean to me," before dropping his hand back into my own and stepping back. "We must be going."

I simply nodded and followed after him, engulfed in silence by my own thoughts. I felt a slight tugging at my heart for this man--or whatever he was--who had apparently been protecting me all my life, and the fact that I didn't trust him made me feel guilty.

"So, if you could pick, what would your name be?" I asked, trying to reel in my emotions and place them back where they belonged.

He glanced down at me quizzically, lifting a brow before sighing. "I don't know. Whatever name you decided to call me, I would be happy with," he shrugged.

I thought over his response and came up with an idea. "Okay, how about this? I'll run by you a list of names that I think would suit you, and you tell me the one you like the most. The one you pick will be your new name," I gave a bright smile and he only chuckled and shook his head at me.

"I'll take that as an affirmative response," I pressed. "So, let's see...how about 'Andrew'? You could be an 'Andrew'," I stated, studying his expression for any opposition.

"It's perfect," he gave a half smile. Somehow, I didn't believe him.

"Okay, how about 'Lucas'? You could pull that off," I said.

"Sounds like a winner to me," he gave the same smile.

My nose flared in irritation that he refused to give me a straight answer. "Okay, fine. 'Susie' it is," I grinned, waiting for a reaction.

"'Susie' it is," he simply repeated.

I scoffed, close to anger now. "I'm not going to call you 'Susie'! Are you kidding me?" I huffed, realizing that I would be the ultimate decision maker when it came to his name. I still didn't understand why and how I was the one responsible for it. "Hmm...let's see...'Brian' isn't bad...but it's too generic," I dismissed it easily. "Aaron...no, you don't look like an 'Aaron'. 'Dexter', maybe? No, you couldn't be a nerd if you tried," I giggled to myself, visualizing him with glasses and a pocket protector. "Maybe I'll just call you 'Silver'," I said resolutely, more to myself than to him.

"'Silver'?" he eyed me curiously.

"Yeah, because your eyes are silver," I shrugged. He continued to gaze at me, a mix of disbelief and doubt. "Okay, since you obviously don't like that name, how about 'Demitri'? I've always liked that name, and it actually suits you."

He looked away from me, furrowing his eyebrows for a moment before nodding. "I like it," he stated, and this time it was an honest answer. "I'm surprised you noticed my eye color," he turned his gaze back to me.

"It's not like they're easy to miss," I dismissed it. "Anyway, Demitri," I emphasized the name, getting used to using it, "I'm glad we found a name for you."

"Yes, and I'm very flattered by it," he gave a coy grin.

"Flattered?" I lifted a brow. "Why?"

"You don't remember why you like the name so much?"

I shook my head, trying to remember anything relating to the name unsuccessfully.

"'Demitri Deveraux'? He was the lead singer of the horrendous boyband you so adored when you were thirteen. You swore to yourself you would find him and marry him when you turned eighteen," he chuckled again.

A small wave of memories flooded my mind, and I laughed at the ridiculous notion myself, remembering how obsessed I had become over the notorious band, The Severed Hearts.

"Well, maybe I didn't get 'Demitri Deveraux', but I got my Demitri," I said with a light smile on my face, that slowly faded as I realized what I had said. I felt my face heat up and kept my eyes on the ground just in front of my feet.

After a few steps, Demitri stopped and lifted my chin with his index finger. "Nothing would make me happier," he strummed his thumb across my bottom lip, and my heartbeat doubled as his face neared mine.

My heart threatened to jump clear out of my chest as my stomach did continual sommersalts within the walls of my ribcage. My eyes had long since closed and a shiver ran through me as the warmth of Demitri's thumb on my lip was replaced with much softer flesh.

The sensation of Demitri's lips pressed against mine was not even close to what I had expected. I had imagined sparks--fireworks even--not a deep electrical surge throughout my entire body and a severe loss of self-control. The blood in my veins strummed to life at his touch, as his tongue traced a line across my bottom lip. I stifled a moan as his tongue swirled around my own, my fingers grasping at his shirt to pull him closer. I pulled back briefly, my teeth tugging gently on his bottom lip, and smiled lightly when he gasped, winding his arms around my waist and pulling me back into a deeper kiss. All logic had practically flown out the window as he hungrily devoured my mouth; I felt like I could lose myself in him, and not care in the slightest.

All too soon, it seemed, he slowly pulled away, his silver eyes gleaming in reluctance as he gazed at my swollen lips. "You have no idea how much it pains me to pull away from you..." his voice trailed off briefly, but he cleared his throat and regained his composure. "But, as it is, I have to get you back home safely, and here," he looked out about the darkness, "is not safe." He looked back into my eyes for a moment, as though he were mentally struggling with something, and quickly pressed his lips against mine again, but pulled away just as fast. "We really must be going," he released his grasp on my hips and pulled my hand in his, tugging me to follow after him.

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Ending Note:

So, guys, thanks again for all the reads. I really hope to get at least one comment before I post the next few chapters (*fingers crossed*). Anywho (maybe I use that word a bit too much??...nah!), maties, if you're confused about anything in the story, feel free to ask. I'm open to advice, and definitely critiques, so if you're up to it, lemme know. Thanks in advance. Love you all!!

(Party rock is in the house tonight...everybody just have a good time...we just wanna see ya...SHAKE THAT!!)

<3 - Kay

*everyday I'm shufflin'* - THAT just happened.

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