C'mon Lil, go faster! I picked up the pace, my feet slamming against the sidewalk as I sprinted through Paris. My legs were burning and it was getting harder to breathe, but I forced the muscles to go even faster, even though the world around me was starting to blur. People were yelling in my direction as I shoved past them, but there wasn't time for apologies. Faster, go Lil, go! Just pretend that you're back in high school and running for track and field. But this wasn't high school, and I wasn't running for track and field.
I was running for my life.
There were heavy footsteps pounding on the sidewalk and getting closer to where I was, so I really picked up the pace, going faster than I had ever gone in high school. I glanced over my shoulder, they were only a few steps behind me, when I rammed into something, launching both of us off the ground and landing on the concrete a few feet away. "Son of a bitch," I muttered, trying to scramble to my feet as the men got closer.
"Are you okay?" a voice asked and I looked up at the man, his blue eyes filled with worry.
I was about to nod when two hands yanked me off the ground and shoved me against a wall. I glared at the man in front of me.
"Mr. Colbo will be very pleased to discover we have finally caught her," he said to his moron of a friend, who just smirked.
"You didn't catch anyone," I hissed. "And you never will." The man whom I'd run into whacked the guy holding me against the wall with a two by four, right in the side. He doubled over with pain and I put my hands on the back of his head, bringing his face down on my knee as the man hit the second guy upside the head with the wooden instrument of doom. I saw more men running down the sidewalk, and people had started gathering around us, snapping pictures.
"Come on," Blue Eyes said, taking my hand and pulling me down the sidewalk behind him. I started running and soon caught up with him. We turned a corner and he pulled me into an empty alleyway, pressing me against the wall. The suits, and several paparazzi, ran right past us, their chattering dying down as they did. "Let's go," he whispered, and pulled me out of the alleyway and in the direction which we'd come.
"Where are we going?" I asked as we tried to look as inconspicuous as possible. He even went so far as to wrap an arm around my shoulder.
"Just trust me," he whispered and I stepped away from him.
"In case it wasn't obvious, I don't tend to trust men in suits," he flinched a little, but said nothing, "So, I'm going to ask again. Where are we going?" He sighed.
"Back to my apartment, you'll be safe there." I raised my eyebrows and he rolled his eyes, beckoning with his hand. "Will you come on already?"
I glared at him, but walked into his arm as it rested back on my shoulders, his other hand sliding into the pockets of his slacks and pulling out sunglasses, placing them on his face. We walked down the sidewalk and soon were walking up to an apartment building.
"Afternoon Mr. Fischer," the elderly man at the front counter greeted, and I stared at Blue Eyes in shock.
"What?" he asked once we were in the elevator.
"I thought you looked familiar," was all I mumbled in reply, looking at the elevator doors. Blue-I'm mean, Robert's apartment turned out to be more like a house, with a kitchen, several bedrooms, and even a balcony or two. He sat down on the couch after removing his shoes, jacket, and glasses and patted the seat next to him. I just stood next to the door with my arms crossed. He sighed.
"Look, if this is going to work-"
"If what is going to work?" He looked surprised.
"You staying with me." I stared at him.
"Who the hell said that I'm staying with you?"
"Well you certainly are going out there alone, not with Colbo's goons after you!" I shoved a piece of blond hair behind my ear, but said nothing. "As I was saying before you so rudely interrupted, if this is going to work, then we need to be able to trust each other." I snorted a little and he took a deep breath. "I think we should start with proper introductions." He advanced on me and I took an instinctive step back, making him roll his eyes a little. "I'm Robert, no real nickname." I eyed his hand as it stuck out in my direction and glanced back up at him. "It's just a hand, it won't kill you."
"You never know," I replied and he rolled his eyes again. After a moment of hesitation, I allowed my hand to reach up and take his, moving it up and down in a handshake. "Liliana, but where I'm from people call me Lily." Robert turned my hand palm down and gently kissed the top.
"It's a pleasure," he said in a "gentleman" voice and I took my turn to roll my eyes, pulling my hand out of his and strolling over to the couch, plopping down. The cushions were like quicksand, and I found myself pushing down with my hands in order to keep from sinking. Robert chuckled and sat down next to me. He grabbed my waist and I automatically started to struggle. "Calm down Lily, I'm trying to help," he said, and I calmed down enough so that he could position me on the couch in a way so that I didn't sink. "Geez," he muttered, flipping on the TV. I leaned back a little and pulled my feet up onto it, resting my chin on my knees. "Where is this place where everyone calls you Lily?" he asked curiously and I glanced at him
"Manhattan." His eyebrows shot up.
"You're a long way from home. Care to elaborate?"
"I'd rather not." He shrugged and continued scrolling through channels. When he got to TNT, I sat up a little straighter as I saw that Supernatural was on, and then slouched as he flipped past it. He glanced at me before smirking and flipping back to TNT. About halfway through I found myself leaning against him, my head on his shoulder.
"If you're being chased here, why don't you just go back home?" he asked quietly.
"Because I can't," I responded even more quietly.
"Why not?" I didn't answer, and he didn't push. When the show was over, I yawned and sat up, stretching.
"What time is it?"
"Almost midnight." I groaned and stood, stretching while I yawned again. He stood as well and beckoned with his hand. "You can sleep in there," he said, pointing to a room down the hall. "I'm going to go get you a night shirt." I walked into the bedroom and sighed as I sat down on the bed, falling backwards and closing my eyes. Something soft hit my face and I sat back up, the shirt falling into my lap. I held it up and could already tell that it would be like a dress on me. Robert had disappeared from the doorway, so I peeled off my shirt and jeans, pulling the shirt over my head. Just as I had predicted, it went all the way to my mid-thigh. I pulled my hair out from under it and let it land over my shoulder, walking towards the bed.
"That's a nice tattoo." I yelped and whipped around, facing a smirking Robert. "On your lower back, the butterfly. It's nice." I narrowed my eyes at him, and he just smiled. "You really should close the door when you change. You're lucky you didn't turn around earlier."
"What else did you see?" I asked suspiciously and he shrugged.
"Nothing really, just the small ink wings where your shoulder blades are. You really like things that fly, don't you?" I rolled my eyes and pulled my hair back over my shoulder, running my fingers through it.
"I like the idea of flying. The freedom that comes with it." He nodded a little, like he really was listening. I sighed, and spoke as I crossed the room. "Look, I just really wanna go to-Whoa!" I stumbled over my shoe and fell forward, right into Robert's arms.
"Well, would you look at that," he murmured, "not even a day and you're already falling for me." He pushed some hair off my shoulder and gently touched my neck with his pointer finger. "There's another one, a winged music note." I righted myself and placed a hand on the door.
He seemed to have gotten a hold of himself, nodding stiffly with a tight lipped smile. "Goodnight Lily." I closed the door when he turned and walked away and ambled over to the bed, climbing under the covers. I touched the spot on my neck where the tattoo was, and fell asleep with the touch of his finger still lingering on it.