"You return like autum, And I fall every time"

Arabella Karve I groan loudly as my exhausted eyes slightly crack open, and immediately the blinding sun shines straight onto my hungover face. I throw my arm across my face, trying to spare myself from the cocky sun that was probably trying to teach me a lesson on not getting drunk at fancy dinner party's. Fuck me.

I stretch my legs out and slowly sit up, while wiping the river of drool hanging from my mouth away with the palm of my lethargic hand. Nasty.

I swing my legs slowly over the side of my bed, towards my door, and I immediately flop back down onto my back, deciding to give up on life.

Then it suddenly hits me, slight memories of last night start to claw their way to the front of my brain.

Flirting with Dimitri, talking deeply with Eros in the car, and... how the fuck did I get up to my bed?

Oh my fucking god.

A rough knock on the door pulls me out of my thoughts and back to reality. I am too tired to even care who it is.

"Come in." I say, grimacing at my voice that was worn and gravelly and sounds as if I haven't used it in several years.

I hear the door softly creak open and large, assertive footsteps cross the threshold. I hear them pause and then the intoxicating scent reaches me, and wraps around me like a warm hug.

The soft smell of the green earth after a fresh rain, the musky scent that lingers in every refreshing breath, as you step upon damp soil while water still drips faintly from the dewy leaves. It's mixed with the strong smell found deep in the woods, wafting in the air, from the sticky, sweet sap of magnificent pine trees. It's the scent you want to never stop inhaling because it warms your bones and reminds you that you are alive and flourishing.

Eros.

"You look like shit." Are the first words that leave his cruel lips, destroying the warmth of his scent.

"No need to flatter me so early in the morning." I say in a grouchy, sarcastic tone while shutting my eyes.

"Well good thing it's four in the afternoon." I hear him say judgmentally.

"Oh lovely thank you for telling me, now bye." I say with my eyes closed while tiredly rising my arm in the air and floppily shooing him.

"I hate to update you principessa, but we are training with daggers today." As he says that I can almost hear the smirk in his voice, knowing he is killing me slowly.

"No thank You, now go fuck yourself." I groan loudly while turning dramatically onto my stomach and pushing my face into the blankets.

Before Eros showed up, and after everything went down hill, I begged my father to let me train and learn how to fight in order to protect myself. And after lots of screaming and arguments, he finally gave in, and decided once I got a full time bodyguard, the bodyguard would train me in everything.

Little did I know, said bodyguard, would be a dick face.

I have trained a few times before with Eros, in how to get out of holds, punching, kicking, a little bit in daggers, all that good stuff. But I hate it, and dread it every single time. Fuck exercise.

I feel Eros's large, cold hand wrap around my ankle and i immediately tense while lifting my head and turning it to look straight at him.

"Don't."

He then raises one dark, perfectly sculpted eyebrow with a challenging look plastered on his face.

Before I know it he roughly pulls backwards and my whole body starts to get dragged towards him.

"Eros!" I screech loudly while trying to army crawl away from him, holding onto my sheets for dear life.

As he walks farther backwards at a painfully slow pace, while still latched tightly onto my ankle, I roughly fall against the hard floor and then I finally feel my ankle released.

I lay stiffly face down against the floor, completely baffled that I was basically just attacked in the safety of my own room.

"Meet me in the gym in half an hour." Eros says, completely unfazed.

With that I hear him turn around and walk out of my room. Once the door shuts I finally decide to stop avoiding the inevitable, and begin to get ready. Fuck my life. ********************** I push open the metal doors to the gym placed on the second floor of the manor, and am immediately hit with the large windows that have light pouring through them.

I'm going to get a fucking headache.

I run my hands down my face and groan, wanting to just go lay in my bed.

Once my eyes slowly adapt to the natural brightness of the gym, I am completely frozen by what I am met with next.

Eros is hanging from one of the pull up bars, smoothly doing perfect pull ups with ease.

All he wears is a pair of black sweatpants that hang perfectly on his hips, giving me a flawless view of his huge, powerful back muscles, as they move with his every motion.

I stare in awe seeing his naked back for the first time, and all the tattoos that were concealed under his shirt. I study the beautiful, dark art, that is layered across the entirety of his back, covering the long and jagged scars all across it.

The malicious snake tattoo, that I have seen many times on his hand, crawls all the way up his arm and finishes wrapping around on his large, flawless shoulder blade.

Black roses that look like they are slowly withering away, make their way all along his long spine, with sharp looking thorns placed all along the dying stems.

Four black ravens with lethal, spectacular, looking feathers, fly across the side of his ribs on one side, almost like they are seeking prey as dark feathers fall from their wings.

Resting upon his opposite shoulder blade, is a dark skull that has alluring coins placed over each hallowed out eye, depicting death.

Each of the coins have a eerie skeleton with strong, magnificent wings depicted on it. A captivating dagger with a beautiful design, is stabbed straight into the side of the skull, tilted at a slight angle. Soft blood is depicted, trickling down the side of the skull, coming from the place where the dagger and skull meet.

Right before his pants, at the very base of his back, above his hip bones, "Ciò che è stato fatto è fatto e non sarà mai cambiato" is written in elegant cursive, and even though I don't understand the meaning of the dark words, they don't fail to send uneasy shivers down my spine.

Before I can continue analyzing the beautiful canvas, Eros drops from the bar and slowly turns towards me, his icy eyes meeting mine. Holy fuck-

"Nice of you to join me Bella."

I can barley even register that he is talking to me, because all I can hear is my loud heartbeat in my ears, since he turned around.

His strong chest, with many gorgeous tattoos, meet eight rows of beautifully paired abs that run down his broad midsection. His low hanging sweatpants show off his firm, baffling v-line.

Eros slowly turns back around and pulls his black compression shirt onto his fit body. Darn.

"can we start this lesson?" I say crossing my arms and looking at him, hiding my former attraction, before I remembered who I was checking out.

Eros looks at me and his lips slightly turn upwards, before he puts on his cold face again.

If only Eros was not such a dick, and wasting a perfectly good body.

"I was just waiting for you." He rolls his eyes.

"Those tattoos probably hurt like a bitch." I say in a bored manner as I begin to pull out my favorite, dainty dagger that I trained with during the last lesson.

It was a gift I received a few years back, and I will forever cherish it. Across the sharp, deadly blade "blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine" is written in a flawless font, increasing the unimaginable beauty of the dagger.

"They didn't. Have you ever got one?" Eros asks coldly while he begins to walk towards the middle of the gym where we usually train, thanks to the open space.

"Yeah two, but I think I want another one." I shrug while walking towards him and trying to ignore the vomity, hungover feeling in my stomach.

On the right side of my ribs I have one of my favorite quotes, "Sometimes you think that you want to disappear but all you really want is to be found," wrote in a delicate, formal cursive.

Then on the inside of my wrist I have a small skeleton key with small white, or what I imagine to be white since my tattoos have no coloring, roses behind it.

Eros just hums, clearly uninterested, in response as I meet him in the center of the floor. I stand in-front of him, ready to find out what awful thing we are starting this "lovely" lesson with.

"Okay strike." Eros say while staring at me in a calm, unimpressed manner.

"You want me to stab you?" I say while looking at him with a concerned face and dropping my arm down.

"Don't worry Bella, you wont succeed." He says in a cocky tone while staring at me, not even bothering to pull out a weapon.

With that comment, I sharply, and smoothly move towards him, aiming for his shoulder blade. But before I am able to hit him he fluently moves out of the way and catches my arm from behind me.

"You revealed everything you were going to do before you even raised you dagger." Eros says, his warm breath fanning the back of my neck, as he stays holding onto my arm.

"Now get out of my hold." He says coldly while slightly tightening his strong grip on my forearm.

I swiftly duck down, and twist my wrist in the opposite direction, making him loosen his cold grip before I harshly hit my elbow of my other arm against his, making him let go of me.

"Could have been better. Now go for the throat just like we practiced." ************************ After two long, miserable hours of arguing, training, cussing, and overall hell, finally our lesson came to an end.

"I'm gonna kill myself." I groan as I lay on my back on the hard floor, where Eros just swiped my feet out from under me.

"Anything to get you to shut up." Eros mutters as he backs away from me, and watches me slowly make my way to my feet.

"I need food." I grumble angrily as I shove my dagger back into it's spot, and begin to walk past the emotionless Eros.

He silently follows me up towards the kitchen, where I immediately start devouring some cherries sitting in a small bowl, and some soft bread that was placed on the kitchen island. I fucking love cherries.

"Attractive." Eros says sarcastically from behind me, as he crosses his arms and leans firmly against the counter, analyzing my every move.

"Do you not have anything better to do?" I question, completely annoyed by his horrid presence.

I bite into one of the perfect cherries, and watch as the deep red stains my pale fingers. I wonder if I could use this as lipstick.

Eros looks down at the classy silver watch, placed on his wrist. He then glances back up at me, "Nope. Watching you is my job, cagna."

"I hate when you speak fucking 'Italian'" I say, making a whiny voice on Italian, trying to get the point across.

I then throw one of the cherries at him dramatically, that I decided I could spare, and it hits him square in the cheek. He doesn't even flinch when it makes contact with him, he just keeps staring at me with his icy eyes that slightly darken.

"Grow the fuck up." He says coldly while he pushes his strong body off of the counter, turns around, and slow descends down the stairs towards his bedroom. His smell still lingering in the cold kitchen.

Thank god he left. I think as I pop another cherry into my mouth with a proud smile. ********************** HOPE YOU ENJOYED!! <3333 Please vote ml!:)) it really helps<333 Words count: 2088!