I walked downstairs and looked for Kayden. After our little encounter in his bedroom a few nights back we both have been avoiding each other completely. I barely saw him once a day.
But I needed to talk to him today. I've had enough.
I rushed into the training halls and many people gave me a weird look.
Then I saw him.
He was training his shooting skills (bow and arrow). I walked down a few steps and walked deeper into the halls. He stood at the back with his arrow on the target across the hall, before letting it fly right into the bullseye with incredible strength. He smirked to himself before turning my way.
He looked at me and I felt my knees go weak.
Stay strong, Olivia..
I stopped when I stood nearly in front of him.
I managed to look up at him.
"We need to talk." I said in a serious voice and thanked god I didn't stutter.
"I'm busy." He said so coldly I was surprised.
"I don't care. I'm not going to sit and wait anymore." I said getting irritated.
He looked at me and sighed before putting his bow down. He gestured with his head for me to follow him. I did.

||Kayden's POV||
I gestured for Olivia to follow me. Seeing her and talking to her isn't so hard anymore, but at the beginning it was unbearable. Sometimes I wake up at night and think it was all just a dream, and she was never found. I always feel relieved seeing her at breakfast.
I had to distance myself from her a little, I don't trust myself when I'm around her anymore.
I looked over my shoulder to see if her delicate body was following me. Her bright blue eyes quickly lock with mine but she quickly looks down. I noticed that cute blush on her cheeks before she got a chance to cover it up with her dirty blond hair.
She's so different now... she used to be that type of girl that wears confident clothes, swears a lot and is, well, bitchy. Now she's more obedient, shy and sweet. My sweet baby girl...
No. I have to stop thinking about her in that way... she's not mi- fucking hell yes she is mine. She was mine, is mine, and always will be.
I can't let my possessiveness get the best of me, she doesn't know me like that. She doesn't know I have problems I struggle to overcome everyday. She doesn't know the other side of me. And her being so sweet and shy and sexy doesn't actually help.
I bite my lip and open the door for her. She looks at me carefully before slowly walking inside. I watch her perfect body for a moment before walking after her.

||Olivia's POV||
I gasp as I saw the room we were in. The walls and the ceiling were nearly all made of glass. As I looked in front of myself, I could see the whole city from above along with a beautiful sunset on the horizon. I immediately fell in love with the dusty and old room nearly at the last floor of the Shelter. It was amazing.
I walk closer to the glass-made walls and look down. Holy shit. This is high...
Then I remembered why we were here.
I turned around and locked eyes with Kayden who was already watching me with his hands in his pockets.
"What do you want to talk about?" He asked casually.
"I want out." I said before I thought about it. I could feel Kayden stiffening.
"What do you mean 'you want out'?" He asked confused as he frowned.
"I don't want to be here anymore. I wanna leave, live my life, maybe even move out of the country. I can't kill vampires and give my life to duty, I'm not made for that. I don't fit here." I said hoping he'd understand. He seemed suspiciously calm.
"You don't fit here? You're not made for this?" He asked sarcastically as he kept talking slow steps towards me. Soon he was three steps in front of me.
"Don't you get it, sweetheart? There is no 'out' for us. Your parents were Fighters who died to make sure you ended up here, safely. I guess they died for nothing since you're just a little girl who can't handle a little pressure."
"I'm not a little girl." I hissed as he was pushing my buttons.
"I wonder if they'd be proud if they saw you now, little girl. Wanting to give up without even trying. Pathetic."
"Don't you dare talk about my parents you asshole! Maybe they died in vein but that's none of your business! Not you nor Mrs Smith nor my parents get to decide how I'm going to spend my life! I'm mature enough to make my own decisions. I don't need permission to do shit! But you do. You just like to hide behind your rules and your punching bag, not taking a care in the world! I think you're selfish and arrogant. And I think you're the one who's immature, little boy. I must've been really stupid if I didn't see your arrogance and pride before. Otherwise I'd never even look your way." I hissed and he looked sincerely pissed and amused as he watched me carefully.
"You're right. I am selfish... prideful, and arrogant. But at least I'm a fighter, and not some weak ass little girl." With that he crushed my ego and my hand went flying up to his cheek. But before it could reach it, he grabbed my wrist and stopped it mid-air. I was fuming and pulled my wrist away from him. I started fighting him by throwing hits and punches and kicks which he always ended up blocking. He only defended himself though, never tried to hit.
I was getting irritated as I hit him with moves I never practiced before, they just came out without thinking about it.
"Fight back!" I shouted as I was getting frustrated and slowly tired.
He just kept blocking.
"You coward!" I shouted again before I was pinned to a wall next to the doors. He pinned my hands down and crushed his hips with mine so that I couldn't move. I struggled to get out but couldn't. He leaned close to me.
"You know... you could never beat me." He whispered playfully into my ear and I kicked him in the balls. He let go of my hands and I hit my elbow deep into his back which made him slightly groan in pain. I tried to push him over so that he would fall to the ground but instead he grabbed my ankle and tripped me over, making me land on my back with a lot of pain as I whimpered. He climbed on top of me and pinned down my hands to the floor before I had a chance to argue. Suddenly I got out of his grip but one of his hands landed on my throat. I looked him straight in the eyes.
"Calm down, Olivia. Don't try me." He warned as he slightly squeezed my throat, not enough to even properly feel it.
"Or what, Kayden? You won't hurt me. I'm your weak spot." I said before slightly chuckling. But I had to admit , I felt weird being under his touch like this. Uncomfortable, even, maybe because deep down I still knew the truth.
He smirked before tightening his grip and moving his face closer to my ear.
"I'm a Fighter, Olivia. I don't have a weak spot."

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