HEXED - Chapter TWO
I'll be posting the first five chapters of Hexed over the next few weeks. Every Tuesday I'll post a new chapter. If you missed the first chapter last week, you can find it HERE. Hexed is written from Gwen and Dorian's POVs. This week, you get to hear from Dorian. Please keep in mind these chapters have not been edited yet. You guys are getting the rough draft version. = )
Chapter Two - dorian As I followed Gwen, I wondered why the hell I put myself through this. She had been nothing but a thorn in my side since I first met her, yet here I was secretly trailing her as she made her way to the police station. She hugged her hands to her arms and I knew she must be cold. I should have given her my coat. What has happened to me? Give her my coat, seriously? That woman not only annoyed me with her ability to get herself into trouble, but my reaction to her. I spent eons wondering this world, entertaining myself between the legs of willing women. Gwen was just another woman in a long line of many. At least, that’s what she was supposed to be. I’d screwed up and slept with her, breaking another of my rules. I only had two: don’t sleep with spirit walkers under my tutelage and never bring the dead back to life. I had broken both rules for her. I didn’t know why, couldn’t figure out my motives where she was concerned. She was beautiful but I’d spent time with a lot of beautiful women, and I wasn’t the type of man that let a pretty face distract me. I’m not a man at all, not really.
Gwen stumbled, tripping over a small pothole in the street. I snorted with laughter, smothering a hand over my face when she turned to inspect the noise. Hiding behind a tree, I peeked around the trunk. She wouldn’t see me; I was hidden by the shadows of the branches. When she began walking again, I slipped out of my hiding spot and followed. My eyes traced her body, enjoying the spill of ebony hair down her back and the sway of her hips moved. Just a day ago, we’d been tangled in sheets and covered in sweat. I thought after getting a taste of the very woman who aggravated me for so long it would eradicate her from my mind. I thought after I satisfied my need for her, she would cease to complex me. I thought wrong, and it pissed me off. I didn’t get attached to people, didn’t see the point in it. Everyone dies, their meager existence a tiny speck in time while I continued on, wandering the earth like all the lost souls in the realm of the dead. The only infinite thing in this world was death—me. Gwen would die eventually and become just another one of my memories, a woman from a time in my very long existence. I had no business submersing myself in her world any further. My subconscious whispered for me to walk away, leave before things got more complicated. I ignored the warning and kept following her.
Chapter Two - dorian As I followed Gwen, I wondered why the hell I put myself through this. She had been nothing but a thorn in my side since I first met her, yet here I was secretly trailing her as she made her way to the police station. She hugged her hands to her arms and I knew she must be cold. I should have given her my coat. What has happened to me? Give her my coat, seriously? That woman not only annoyed me with her ability to get herself into trouble, but my reaction to her. I spent eons wondering this world, entertaining myself between the legs of willing women. Gwen was just another woman in a long line of many. At least, that’s what she was supposed to be. I’d screwed up and slept with her, breaking another of my rules. I only had two: don’t sleep with spirit walkers under my tutelage and never bring the dead back to life. I had broken both rules for her. I didn’t know why, couldn’t figure out my motives where she was concerned. She was beautiful but I’d spent time with a lot of beautiful women, and I wasn’t the type of man that let a pretty face distract me. I’m not a man at all, not really.
Gwen stumbled, tripping over a small pothole in the street. I snorted with laughter, smothering a hand over my face when she turned to inspect the noise. Hiding behind a tree, I peeked around the trunk. She wouldn’t see me; I was hidden by the shadows of the branches. When she began walking again, I slipped out of my hiding spot and followed. My eyes traced her body, enjoying the spill of ebony hair down her back and the sway of her hips moved. Just a day ago, we’d been tangled in sheets and covered in sweat. I thought after getting a taste of the very woman who aggravated me for so long it would eradicate her from my mind. I thought after I satisfied my need for her, she would cease to complex me. I thought wrong, and it pissed me off. I didn’t get attached to people, didn’t see the point in it. Everyone dies, their meager existence a tiny speck in time while I continued on, wandering the earth like all the lost souls in the realm of the dead. The only infinite thing in this world was death—me. Gwen would die eventually and become just another one of my memories, a woman from a time in my very long existence. I had no business submersing myself in her world any further. My subconscious whispered for me to walk away, leave before things got more complicated. I ignored the warning and kept following her.
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