Her Hell

DISCLAIMER : I do not now nor have I ever had ownership of the Witch Hunter Robin characters or original story idea. The chapters written here however are mine, please do not reproduce

I AM SO HUMBLY SORRY I HAVE TAKEN SO LONG TO UPDATE. I burned myself out writing when I started several stories offline, as well as dealing with hubby, my son and the 3 ring circus madness that seems to be prevalent in my house...lol. So I hope you aan fan forgive my delay on updating and continuing on with the story. I also hope you all can forgive my decision to focus on one story at a time, unless some unexpected writing streak again takes over and I find some inspiration. I am open to ideas.....just know I most likely will add too or change them up a bit to fit a particular story. Well I have rattled on enough.....I hope this chapter can meet the expectations. I\'m still not really in a writing mood but I am feeling pretty guilty about not having updated in awhile. So here goes, hope the next chapters will be better....


Nope, still don\'t own it....

Chapter 14:
Daring to hope


Robin lay quietly in the darkness of her room, Amon\'s words echoing through her mind. He\'d shown her affection, opened up to her. Then quickly dashed her hopes, and all her dreams with those two simple words. Never before had an apology sounded so degrading and vulgar. She was nothing more than a convenient outlet, he\'d never see beyond his own fears. Could she resist him, could she afford not too?

Before their journey she had believed the only bond she would share with the elusive hunter would be in her dreams only. She\'d once longed for the touch of his lips, now lon lonfor for more and he had blatantly told her it would not happen. Could he forget it as easily as he expected her too! Her emotions flared, the hurt now brewing into a flaming abyss of anger. Hot tears spilled down her cheeks as she drifted into a restless sleep.

Amon was faring no better. He felt as thought a demon was ripping apart his insides. He knew he\'d hurt her, but it was better to hurt her now, than to hurt her later. The more he allowed himself or her to feel the worhe phe pain would be when they were forced to face reality. It couldn\'t work for them, could it? Part of him wanted to believe that it could, yet there was still part of him that would forever hold onto the doubt.

The never ending attempts to give into sleep failed. His senses were on full alert and the inner conflict was grinding his nerves to a fine dust. With a burst of energy he sprung to his feet. Wiping his eyes in frustration he headed for the kitchen. A glass of milk, maybe a snack, check email\'s....something, anything to take his mind off the situation with Robin.

As he strolled by Robin\'s room he heard the muted sounds of sniffling. According to the sliver of space beneath the door the light was off. He found himself wondering if she was awake or crying in her sleep. He knew full and well the reason however, which only brought back to the surface the whole reason he was up this time of night to begin with. After successfully putting together a light snack, he was soon thumbing through is email\'s. Nagira had finally responded, but gave no answers to the questions that had been plaguing Amon\'s mind. It was more of a ‘checking-in\' type of note. This mounted the peak of frustration Amon was feeling at the moment.

As he slowly closed his laptop, he heard the faint click of a door opening. Silently he remained seated. Robin to him was a fragile bird, gentle but with a inbred survival instinct. He dared not approach her without warning, knowing she was hurting and it was because of him. He knew, or at least hoped she would get over him. Although the efforts to convince himself that this was for the best, he too was hurting. This little 15yr old witch had single handedly broken through the barriers of his soul and engulfed his heart with a love only Robin could give.

\"Amon, what are you doing up?\" Her soft voice whispered from the kitchen doorway. He turned to face the direction, seeing only a dark figure in the shadows. Was she afraid to be near him now? He\'d feared she would recoil at him, hate him even. Was this really the best thing? Or was it that he did not want to let go.

A sudden urgency to close the distance between them rose in hin his gut. Standing slowly he turned his body towards the slinking shadow in the doorway. Slowly he lifted his foot to take that first fateful step. She visibly stiffened, not daring to move. In a brief instant she reminded Amon of a doe caught in headlights....yet he knew she was capable of unspeakable acts of self preservation. As he closed the distance between them her shaky breaths were captured by his overly trained ears. An unfamiliar emotion rose in him, why, or better yet how was this young slip of a girl able to make him question himself so much?

Robin watched his slow approach with apprehension, part of her wanting to run to him, another wishing she were anywhere but here. Her body began to shake under the anxiety. The distance between them closed quickly, to quickly for her comfort. When his body stopped before her, instinctively she took a faltered step backwards. Just then she felt her wrist captured in his hand, pulling her towards him. Fear swelled within her heart. She slowly closed her eyes and waited for what was next to come.

Time seemed to freeze for the two figures cloaked in the seclusion of shadows. Volumes were spoken between the twothe the unbroken silence. Fear, Anger, Hurt, and Love, the energy of the emotions flowed between them pulling their bodies unconsciously towards one another.

Amon\'s cold eyes turned warm and loving in an instant, his heart was pounding within his chest as he held her close to him. He\'d hurt her and pushed her away, now all he could think of was how to close the distance between them. His soul could not bear the guilt of her hating or fearing him. He\'d never cared before, but he now knew why she was different. Tightening his arms around her trembling figure she gave way to the embrace collapsing against him. He carefully scooped her into his arms, carrying her to her bed.

Robin was confused now more than ever, had he not pushed her away? Reminded her painfully everyday that he thought her nothing more than a child, and danger to the world? The sweet torture of his affections were more than she could bare. As he settled her body into the pillows she pushed off his chest, turning her back to him. Silent tears rolling down her cheek soaking her pillow. Anger grew inside her, he remained watching her suffer without even the dignity to leave , removing the source of her pain. The heartache continue to grow, the longer he sat staring....

\"Robin\" He croaked....even his own ears were stunned at the shakiness of his words. He\'d watched her fight to hide her tears. His heart aching each time her body shuttered from a stifled sob. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, she stiffened. \"Robin, I do not know what to do\" he confessed. He knew he needed to choose his words carefully. He watched her figure as his mind ran frantically, desperately seeking his next words. As he was forcing his thoughts together she turned towards him.

\"What do you want to do Amon?\" Her normally quiet voice suddenly serious, giving him a clear indication she wanted answers and honesty. Two things he was not sure he was quite ready to give her yet. However if anyone deserved that from him, she did. Steadying his mind, he brought his gaze to her eyes. The words seem to lodge in his throat. After mentally scolding himself for being a wimp he forced himself to speak.

\"Robin, I want you to be happy and I want........\" She waited, hoping he would continue. He did not, she leaned towards him slightly...placing her hand on his. \"Amon, you want......?\" Her shocking answer came swiftly....once their lips broke apart and both retrieved the much needed air, he whispered in her ear the sweetest words she\'d ever heard \"you,.....I want you Robin\" She pulled away, searching for his eyes.....they were Amon\'s but they were so different. The cold grey blue eyes she was so used too now flickered with warmth, doubt and fear. She\'d seen an Amon no other had seen, one of emotion, and tenderness. Dare she believe things were going to be different now?