Someday My Prince Will Come (epic love story) (19 page)

him, letting us have our own little adventure in that kitchen all those months ago, watching me for months just to make sure that I was safe. I never got to properly thank you. So, thank you Jameson. Thank you for all that you've done for me. I sincerely appreciate it," I finished with a sarcastic smile. The nerve of this man, betraying my boyfriend, much less a prince. I couldn't see anything but a big red target when I looked at this guy, and I knew that he was going to be dead meat when Freddie came. Oh, where was Freddie? When would he save me from this torturous doom?

"Very funny, Arianne," Jameson said in disgust. "I am not going to fall for your stupid ruse. I know what you are trying to do; make me soft. Well, it's not going to work. I didn't do any of that for you. I did it for myself. Do you really believe that all those snipers at the airport weren't able to hit you? If I hadn't instructed them to shoot only in front and behind us, you might very well be dead at this moment."

"So why did you do it?" I countered. "Why didn't you just let them shoot me?"

"Simple. I knew that if you were dead, then we would be just as close to getting the kingdom then before. We would have a very sorrowful prince, oui, but with you, my sweet," Jameson leaned down and looked at me in the face. His glasses were off, and his eyes were black; the color of darkness. They shone with a glistening effect of evil, and I narrowed my eyes in revulsion. "We can get so much more. So much more," Jameson finished. He whispered the last sentence with greed. I wanted to bite his nose off right now; I had so much anger boiling inside me, ready to blow. This guy really was bad to the core. I couldn't believe him.

"I hate you so much right now, Jameson," I muttered as he stepped away. "The feeling is mutual, my dear."

"So why did you wait?" I asked, suddenly curious as to his actions. "Why did you get me safely to the palace if you were just going to steal me away?"

"It was all for the effect, you know. Let the prince believe that you were safe so that his guard wasn't up as much. I must tell you that the other three guards assigned at your door were a temporary setback, but that was taken care of with little difficulty." Jameson let out an evil chuckle.

"What did you do?" I whispered in horror. No, maybe I didn't want to know.

"It doesn't matter now. Don't worry your pretty little head about it. All I want from you is to tell me what you know. You must know something. You're the prince's petite ami." Girlfriend.

"Ugh!" I groaned after I rolled my eyes. "What is wrong with you? Can't you tell by now that I'm telling you the truth? I'm telling you for the last time, Jameson," I said his name with annoyance, "I don't know! Now if you ask me that stupid question again, I swear, I'm going to kill you!"

Jameson looked at me with an amused expression. "It amazes me how much courage you have against a man who could very easily do anything he wants with you. I'm not going to deny your beauty, mademoiselle. It's absolutely stunning."

"Blah, blah, blah, Jameson," I quipped. "I know you aren't going to do anything to me. I'm your ticket to the country, remember? I'm not stupid."

"No. You aren't stupid, Miss Arianne," Jameson replied thoughtfully. "Which is why I'm thinking that you'll make a wonderful wife for Monsieur Reynard after this is all over."

"You mean that old guy with the cape?" I shrieked? "You really do have a twisted mind! Besides, you said yourself, you need me to get to Freddie. So, sorry to disappoint you, but that's not going to work. I'd kill myself before I'd let that happen." I couldn't believe that I was having a discussion with Jameson about this. It was quite frankly immensely awkward.

Suddenly, he surprised me by letting out a short laugh. "Be assured, mademoiselle, ending your own life won't be necessary. I'm sure that you'll be gone before you even get such thoughts."

My stomach lurched. "What are you talking about? You said-"

"I said that you are what we need to get this kingdom, Arianne. Frederick will no doubt sign the paperwork before we hand you over to him. Of course, we'll promise to keep you from harm until the papers are in our hands, but who says that the 'bad guys' have to keep their promises?"

I felt scared tears brimming from my tear ducts. They wouldn't do such a thing, would they? How completely awful. I never thought that they could be so low. "You monster!" I suddenly screamed and struggled with my bonds, yet again. Jameson only let out an evil cackle.

"Bonsoir, mademoiselle. Sleep tight." Goodnight miss. Jameson smiled a toothy grin before he finally left my room and shut the door behind him. I know it sounds pathetic, but I couldn't help but cry. Sobs wracked my body when I thought of the terror that Freddie would experience. He would lose his country and the one he loved. I strangely didn't even care about losing my life. All I could think about was how my prince would feel after all of this.

I was glad that I had been given a bathroom break a couple hours ago, but now my stomach rumbled in annoyance at my deprivation of nourishment. What I would give for a hot juicy steak right now was scary. Eventually, my tears subsided, and I gagged as I used my shirt for a tissue, yet again. I wasn't even going to bother washing this shirt. It was headed straight for the trash can. Plain and simple.

**Thank you for reading all the way through this! It was boring, I know; sort of an explanation chapter, but those are pretty important. Don't let me stop you from reading the rest!**

Chapter 15

I had just dozed off, when suddenly I heard the door creak open slowly. It woke me up completely, but I let my head hang; maybe they would see that I was sleeping and leave me alone. I closed my eyes tightly and prayed it wasn't some horny guard who had been around men for too long. I felt the ground tremor slightly as the being's footsteps echoed into the walls. I remained as still as a statue. Terror was spreading through my lungs, and I found that I had stopped breathing entirely.

Then, suddenly, the man shook me slightly. "Mademoiselle?" Came a deep trembling voice. "Raveiller! S'il vous plait-" Wake up! Please

My hair covered my face as my eyes opened and I frowned. This guy was begging me to wake up? It definitely wasn't one of the men around here. Maybe I was being rescued! Hope stung my brain as I slowly lifted my head. My heart pounded in my ears like seventeen million drums. The first thing I saw was a pair of legs, clad in black pants which were tucked into dark boots. The next, was the tip of an AK sniper shotgun. It looked even more menacing this close to my face, even though it was pointed at the ground.

I felt my lungs constricting from lack of air, but my body refused to breath. Worry crowded my features as I slowly raised my head, tilting it farther and farther north. I then saw a belt, loaded with random things like bullet magazines and a communication device of some sort. It looked almost like a walkie-talkie without the antennae. Then, to my eyes appeared a black shirt covered by a bullet proof vest. I saw the buttons mismatched slightly, and wondered how fast this person had gotten dressed. Then I saw a strong jaw line covered by a black mask, similar to the ones you would wear in a paintball game. It covered most of the man's face; all the way up to just below his nose.

His eyes were sheltered by a pair of black sunglasses, but they looked pretty heavy duty. On the top of his head was a dark round looking helmet. It covered most of his head, and I was actually surprised that his face didn't have a shield protecting it.

"Who are you?" I suddenly croaked. The breath in my lungs was pumping fast, so my gasps were short and hurried.

"A friend. I'm here to rescue you," the man gargled.

I let out a sigh of relief and a huge smile took over my face. "Please get me out of here fast, I'm tied up and I can't move!" I pleaded, and the man rushed to the back of the chair and freed me from my bondage. I felt like jumping around in glee; I was finally being saved. Emotion that I had never felt before over took my entire being. I was still grinning, but my happiness was dulled when he ordered me around, roughly. "We have no time to waste. Follow me. Do exactly as I say and do not take your eyes off of me, whatever you do. This place is wired to blow in exactly ten minutes; so we don't have time to delay."

I nodded solemnly and if I wasn't already committed to Freddie, I would have married this man right now. I loved him with all of my heart. He grabbed my hand and quickly but smoothly led me out of my room into the hall. I sucked in a surprised breath when I saw a guard outside my door, slumped onto the ground, dead. I tried to be brave and ignored the trauma of it all, and desperately struggled to forget about it by focusing on my surroundings.

It was exactly as I had pictured it. This place had to have been a hotel of some sort, because it had dozens of doors lining the hall in which we ran. The man was taking huge steps, and his humongous gun was ready for attack, carefully placed under his right arm. His other hand was still around mine, and I sincerely hoped that there was nobody behind us. We ran down the hall deftly, before rounding a corner.

"Stop!" I suddenly heard a voice shout. I looked to the hall before me and saw a man pointing a gun at our faces. Then, before I could even gasp, the man holding my hand fired his weapon, and soundly hit the enemy.

I shrieked and closed my eyes, clutching the man's hand ever so tight. My heart beat like a drum, and I felt tears falling down my face as we passed the corpse. I don't know why I did it, and I can't explain it, but something possessed me to glance down at the body as we sprinted past it.

The body was lying still, completely without life, and I let out a shudder as I momentarily squeezed my eyes shut, again. He was dead. He was really dead. My heart filled to the brim with pity and regret. I know that he was the enemy; the bad guy, but I couldn't help but feel sorry for the man. I tried to shake off the feeling of outright murder, knowing that it was all for my safety. A wave of nausea hit me, hard, and I was thankful that I was in shape; running this fast would definitely be harder to do if I was a couch potato.

I couldn't help myself, but every couple of seconds I glanced behind me. I had this awful feeling that someone was going to attack me by coming out of one of the rooms with a knife. This quickened my pace, and I was glad when the man sped up. I suddenly saw a door up ahead that said 'STAIRS' on it, in big, bright red letters. The officer in front of me smashed the butt of his gun into the old wood, sending the large slab falling to the floor before us.

His grip on my hand tightened, and for some reason it gave me a momentary burst of valor. I tried not to show how tired my lungs were but instead, my chin rose and eyes widened. I couldn't believe that I was sleepy at a time like this, but lack of water and food can do that to a person.

I clambered over the splintered wood with ease, and I groaned internally as I saw the flight of stairs looming before me. I rolled my eyes as the officer hopped over three at a time, and my arm felt as if it was about to be yanked out of its socket. I bounded up the raised concrete as fast as I could, but this man's legs were strong and ready for action. Plus, he had probably consumed at least some sort of nourishment before rescuing me, just now. As much as I, and he, didn't like it, my exhausted body slowed both of us down. I could hardly breathe as I counted just how many flights of stairs we sprinted up; five. We rounded a bend and up the man and I jumped, bounding over the stairs as if they were hot coals.

My entire chest was starting to hurt from the constant exercise, but my adrenaline suddenly lurched as the man shouted at me: "This is the last flight of stairs, and then we're on the roof! You're doing great, Arianne, keep trying. We're almost there!"

All I could do was nod, but hopeful excitement reached the darkened parts of my heart. Then, suddenly out of nowhere, I saw a humongous black figure jump out at us on the landing before the last flight of stairs. I screamed in surprise, and the officer let go of my hand as was about to shoot, when the figure commanded us to stop. Jameson stood before us, grinning evilly. He had a pistol in his hand, and he was pointing it at the two of us, daring our bodies to move.

"Well, well, well. Look who we have here. The princess to be and her little rescuer. Just keep your hands up and don't make any sudden actions, or your little trophy here gets a bullet in her head," Jameson told the man beside me. He swiftly swung the gun's attention to my face, making me suddenly cringe at the thought of his aim. Jameson triumphantly snickered when he saw me cower in fear. Suddenly, the man beside me spoke and the suddenness of his voice almost made me jump.

"Look, if you let us go now, I can make sure that you can get off a lot easier than you would if you murdered an innocent young girl."

I nodded hurriedly in agreement, just wishing that I could knock that gun's focus off of my face.

"Oh really," Jameson quipped back, "And what makes you think that I would listen to some insignificant little man from the Special Forces?"

"Because," the man replied, suddenly pulling down the front of his mask and his glasses with one quick swipe, "What I say goes."

The movement caused Jameson to move the gun to Freddie's head in alarm. I suddenly balked at our sudden discovery. Freddie was the man who saved me? A feeling of awe washed over me. He had risked his ridiculously important life, just to save mine. He had willingly placed himself in this hellhole, just so that I could live. I couldn't believe that he would do such a thing for me. Our hands were still connected and I squeezed it gently as he looked into my eyes with a slight smile.

"Hey there, doll."

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ost melted on the spot. "Oh my gosh Freddie, you're crazy for…"