Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Storm ❯ CH 2 ( Chapter 2 )

So um… I got married! Officially and all. My hermit/husband is… ::sighs:: I'm a happy bride. We'll leave it at that. And THANK YOU to all my reviewers!! Seriously, wow, all of you have been really supportive. And to my friend Jennie who read the first chapter, never having seen the series and told me she loved it and that I HAD to finish it: THANKS!!! As you can see, I'm working on it!

 

CH 2.

When Amon woke, hours later, it was to the feeling that something was different. He felt fuzzy; his body and mind more sluggish and reluctant than he was accustomed to. He could feel warm breath on his face and soft flesh beneath him. He wasn't alone in his bed.

That thought cleared his mind instantly and he opened his eyes. His heart was torn as his gaze rested on Robin's face. His love for the woman now beneath him was boundless; he had never met a person with a purer heart or a more tenacious spirit. Even in the face of death, a death he had nearly been willing to bring her, she had not flinched. He loved her honesty and strength as well as the gentle fragility of her emotions and body. But his fear for her future was strong. What if he could not protect her? What if she fell back into the hands of Solomon? Or worse, what if she lost herself to her own powers? He had been unable to kill her years ago and he felt certain he would never be able to destroy her now.

He began to move off her, to allow her to sleep in peace, to go and think, but soon realized that his aroused flesh was still buried in her warmth. It took a supreme effort of will for him to pull himself from the shelter of her body. As he did so, she moaned and stretched beneath him, unconsciously trying to draw him back in. Her hands caressed his back and neck and she whispered his name like a prayer. He shushed her and gently kissed her cheek, telling her to go back to sleep. Covering her with his sheet, he pulled on a pair of boxers and quietly left the room.

In the bathroom he splashed cold water over his face and then glared at his reflection. His hands shook as he took in the enormity of what he had just done. He had known, known for more than a year, of Robin's feelings for him. And for much longer than that, he had hidden his own feelings for her, buried them so deep even he was hardly aware of them. She was still more child than woman, still so innocent he felt he had no right to even touch her.

And he'd done so much more than touch her last night. He had taken her.

A growl escaped his lips as his fist met the plaster wall. He roared as he cleared the vanity in one fell swoop then pounded on the porcelain basin. The slamming of a door brought him back to himself and he swiftly left the bathroom, ashamed of his outburst. His room and bed were empty and Robin's door was closed. Amon prided himself on his composure, on his ability to see the situation clearly and to choose the right course of action. He always had a backup plan. He always knew what should be done.

Now Amon was at a loss. He wanted to knock on her door, beg her to let him in and forgive him, then make love to her all morning. But what was the right thing? Should he avoid her now? Deny that she was his weakness?

In a rare show of vulnerability, he rested his head against her door and sighed. “Robin,” he whispered, “I'm so sorry.” What exactly he was sorry for, he was still unsure. But her pain was his responsibility, she was his responsibility, and he now felt as if he had failed her.

Silently, he went to shower. After, he dressed and stood at her door again. He stood, prepared to knock, but unable to. He was unsure of what to say to her, of what was to happen now, of what they were now. Gone was the notion that she was his ward; she was still under his protection (he would always protect her) but things were different now. He had taken her. She was more than his ward, now.

Perhaps if I give her some time, if I give myself some time, he thought, I can figure this out. He nodded to himself, a bit more sure, and then knocked on her door decisively.

“Robin,” he called gently, much more gently than he'd ever said anything before. “Robin, I'm going to see if I can collect some news. I'll be back soon. If you need anything-” Like more amazing, mindless sex, perhaps, he thought, then banished the idea to the back of his mind, “all you have to do is call me. I'll have my cell on.”

He heard her moving behind the door and slowly it opened. All he could see of her was a small strip of her face; one pain filled green eye staring accusingly up at him. His heart twisted.

“Are you going to the coffee shop?” She queried, her voice soft and hesitant.

“I'll bring you back something, Robin.” She nodded and moved to close the door again. Amon put his hand on the door, stopping her. “Are you-?” He couldn't finish the question. Are you ok? He thought at her, unable to voice his concern for her. Did I hurt you? Physically? Emotionally? Can you ever forgive me?

Frowning he took his hand from the door and allowed her to close it. He stood in the hall a moment longer, then turned and strode down the stairs and out of their building.

An hour later, he found himself walking past the Cathedral of Learning and into Oakland. He would take the bus back, but walking would help him clear his mind for now. Like Robin, he had been forced to change the way he dressed and looked. His hair was still long, but he now kept it tied back most of the time, especially when he was in public. He still preferred darker clothing, but had changed the style. He dressed casually now, t-shirts and jeans most of the time, all grey, black or dark blue. Physically, Amon found that he fit in rather well in America; his mixed racial features were exotic but not uncommon.

Shaking off his thoughts, he stepped into the Beehive and walked up to the counter to order. Glancing over to his regular table he found that his informant was there, as usual. Reese was a graduate student working on her PHD in psychology and just happened to be one of the elders in her coven. She had reluctantly agreed to keep silent about his presence in the city and he trusted her to tell him if Solomon had come sniffing around.

He brought his coffee over to the table and sat, schooling his features into a mask of cool civility. Reese looked up at him and grinned.

“She finally got to you, didn't she?” The older woman chuckled. “I warned you, did I not?”

He narrowed his eyes and glared at her. “Whatever happened between myself and my- ward is none of your concern, Reese.” Amon found himself hesitating to call Robin his ward. She was so much more now.

“But it is. It very much is now. The two of you cannot run forever, Amon, especially not now.”

“I know. I will consider the situation.”

“We can offer you protection from Solomon, enough for you to live without fear for at least a few years.”

“And when they finally come hunting us, when they come to destroy us, who will protect your coven? They will kill every last one of you, recruit your children and scatter your ashes to the wind.”

“I do not fear Solomon.”

“You should.”

“But I don't, and neither does my coven. Father Julliano deplaned this morning at six. He will be staying at the St Paul of the Cross Monastery for five days. He commented in passing to another passenger that he was looking for his granddaughter.”

“Fuck.”

 

Later that day…

Amon had followed Robin for hours now. He knew he shouldn't, that she would actually be safer if they split up, but he couldn't bear to let her out of his sight. Reese's words echoed through his head. Especially not now. Now she was in even more danger than ever, not only because Julliano was close but because he had made her vulnerable.

He watched her slim form as she briefly stopped and looked in the window of a store. He passed her, not really wanting her to know he was following her, then stopped at the corner so as to watch her some more. She'd gained no more than an inch or so in height in the past two years and her compact frame had stayed slender and lithe. But her figure had become more feminine and womanly of late. Her hips had widened, her breasts grown, her face had lost some of the soft edges and lines. She was svelt and muscled from the times they had been forced to walk across the country and had nearly starved. Still, she was beautiful, more so now, perhaps. He noticed, with some chagrin, that he was not the only man watching her with lust.

With a last longing look, she left the storefront and walked on past him again, oblivious. He knew she was walking at random and would not even attempt to find her way back until later in the afternoon. She would take advantage of the free time to window shop and to pretend for a few moments that she was a normal seventeen-year-old. It was something she'd never had, the normalcy of a life without Solomon, something he wanted to give her. He'd never really had a normal life either.

He would never forget the look of panic in her eyes when he had told her that Julliano was in the city. While she knew that her Grandfather did not intend her harm, both Robin and Amon had seen and heard far too much to not be considered a threat.

After learning of the priest's arrival Amon had rushed home, forgetting the coffee he had promised the girl. When he'd entered the house, she'd looked at him curiously. Her green eyes betrayed her every emotion; worry, fear, hurt.

“You're back early,” she'd said, her voice soft as usual. But the fear and pain in her eyes tore at him; he'd put them there.

“Julliano deplaned this morning at six,” he'd announced reluctantly. “We need to keep him away from here. Get dressed and leave, take money and a few personal effects, just incase. We'll meet at the assigned place and decide if we need to leave the city.”

“Amon…” Her hands had wound together, white knuckled with fear. She had taken a step towards him and then hesitated. Both had wanted to say something, to acknowledge the change that had occurred last night, but there wasn't time.

“Robin, now.” She had rushed to the bathroom and he could hear the shower going almost as soon as she closed the door. He had begun packing a bag of his own, filling it with his laptop and a few other electronic devices he would rather Solomon not get their hands on.

When Robin had emerged from the bathroom, she had rushed past his door to her room, wearing only a towel. Memories of the night before swam through his mind as lust slammed through his body. He remembered the feel of her silken skin beneath his hands, the cries he'd torn from her, the way she had trembled and he ached to touch her again. He burned to have her soft hands on him again, tentatively caressing and exploring his body.

He felt bewitched.

Now, as he followed her through the rainy city streets, he felt no less bewitched. She had become his reason for all that he did and he was unsure what would happen if her powers raged out of her control. She had gained in power, true, exponentially so, but her control was solid. When new avenues of power opened to her, she did not always tell him immediately, but she did tell him. The most terrifying to both of them was when the power to hear and transfer thoughts had emerged. Both had been sure they were going mad and it had taken weeks for her learn to completely control it. But control it she did, with a precision that startled Amon. He was now unable to count the new powers that had awakened in her in the past two years and was unsure he wanted to.

His own power had awakened long ago but for a long time, it had been hidden and subdued by the orbo. With no orbo, the power came bubbling to the surface. He had always been aware of the life forces of other creatures, where they were, their stare of health, their powers, their strength. Now the awareness had gained in strength and scope. He could sense weaknesses, could see avenues of attack in an instant. He knew when he was being followed, could sense weather the approaching being was friend or foe. He could follow Robin blind.

Right now his own powers were telling him that while he wasn't being followed, he was certainly being watched. And if someone was watching him, they were watching Robin as well. Protectiveness rose in him, the emotion stronger than ever before. Robin was his; first partner, then prey, then ward and now…

Now she was just his.

 

 

 

BTW, it was more than 6 yrs ago that I lived in Pittsburgh and I haven't been back in over 2, especially not to the city. My aunt lives in Bethel Park but my grandmother lived in Edgewood. She died in early 2001 and we've kinda avoided that area because it kinda hurts. We miss her a hell of a lot. I live in Denver now, have for almost 2 years now, but Pittsburgh holds a special place in my heart; I was born there and spent a good amount of time at my grandmother's. I lived with her in `98 & '99 while I went to Carlow. And when I lived there, the Beehive was still open and played Rocky Horror on Saturday nights. You could go there in the morning and get coffee and then in the evening, go in and get a beer, not that I was legally ALLOWED to drink then... I KNOW it's not still there, don't yell at me, I just couldn't figure out where else to have Amon go.

Just so you know, that apartment I'm thinking of (the one Amon and Robin live in) is one some friends of mine lived in on Forbes, half a block down from the shopping district in Squirrel Hill. Read, review, ENJOY!!