I just can't seem to stop writing on this one! Good god, the person who originally created the character Tiago Rodrigez/Raoul Silva is a genius! Along with the person who casted Javier Bardem to portray him!

Here ya go! I hope you enjoy reading about Tiago scaring the crap out of people! (I know I do.)

Chapter 6

" So. Malcolm. You survived the snow storm."

" Yeah, it took me twenty minutes to get the car running properly. I know you could hear me pounding the door for help! But did you help? No! You didn't. So now I want those clothes back. You owe me that much." Ema's eyebrows shot up.

" I owe You? Are you serious?" He stood stock still, arms crossed over his chest. " You're serious! You are ACTUALLY serious! This is just stellar, this is! You come out here, I cook a nice dinner, we have sex, for the first time I might add!, and fifteen minutes later you're in the living room talking dirty to some tramp on the phone. And Now, four months after I well and properly kicked you out of this house and my life, you have the nerve to come here and tell me that I OWE YOU?!" Malcolm had become red in the face, fists clenched by his sides. He looked similar to a volcano that's about to erupt.

" Yes! You OWE Me! I took pity on you, a lone girl fresh from London, looking for a friendly face. Besides, who else would date someone like you? I mean you practically live out into the wild! You only ever come into town when you absolutely have to. You're the Frankensteins monster of Scotland, you know that?! Just look at your neck! You're probably into that sick bondage fetish-" A deep and dangerously calm voice interrupted him.

" She what? " Malcolm stopped his tirade, trying to see into the darkness of Ema's house to spot more of the large imposing figure that was silently but casually approaching. " No please, you were just about to say something when I interrupted you. " Malcolm buffed himself up, it reminded Ema of a blowfish. Same technique. Make yourself look bigger and the enemy just might not mess with you. Too bad for Malcolm that Tiago didn't need to try to make himself look bigger just to look threatening. Malcolm feared him before he had even seen his eyes.

" Well I...uh, was about to say that...uh-"

" You were about to insult this woman, and not for the first time this sole minute. What does that make you hm? The no.1 coward of Scotland? If you really wanted your clothes back you would have come here four months ago, not now. No no no, Now, you just came here to gloat and make Emanuelle miserable. Correct?" Tiago walked into the light, gently laying a hand against Ema's tense back muscles. Malcolm hesitated.

"I'll take that as a yes. And I can't allow that. I won't do anything drastic in from of Ema, and I don't exactly hate you yet so hurting you would only turn out to be problematic. No, hate builds slowly, steadily, by repeated conflicts. I won't hurt you, but let's just say that if you were on fire and I had water, I would drink it. So now, would you kindly remove yourself from this woman's property before we find ourselves in such a situation, yes?" The question was no less than an unspoken command.

During Tiago's speech Malcolm had grown increasingly smaller, and smaller, and smaller. You could see his ego deflating, his arrogance turning into what it really was: Cowardice. As Tiago had slowly come closer Malcolm had proceeded to shrink away from where he had been standing on the door mat to almost a third of the way back to his car. Ema, who had been listening just as intently as Malcolm, felt her body tense up as if it was she he was threatening. Tiago's hand had wrapped around her waist, carefully, and gently pulled her to him. In the end, since he had subtly move forward, Tiago was almost standing slightly in front of her, as if he was protecting her. Now when he was quiet Ema finally noticed their position and felt Tiago exhale in relief when she relaxed against him, allowing him to wrap his arm around her more firmly.

Malcolm looked just about ready to pee his pants. He was pale and stiff as a board, eyelids retracted in fear and she could see him clench and unclench his hands like most people do when their palms are sweaty. Malcolm was frightened for his life, and the only thing Tiago had to do was talk to him. Nodding in understanding he cautiously backed away from them, never letting his eyes off Tiago, and he didn't dare look at Ema.

Tiago and Ema stood there, watching as his car drove away. She sagged against him, wrapping an arm around his back in return to steady herself.

" Thank you Tiago, but wasn't that a bit unnecessary?" He looked down at her, face relaxed.

" What do you mean?"

" I mean, did you have to scare the living daylights out of the poor guy? He could barely even get himself together enough to start that monstrosity he calls a car. " Tiago turned serious, looking out over the moors.

" You clearly didn't see his fists." Ema's eyebrows furrowed.

" His fists? They were clenched but that doesn't mean anything. Everyone does that when they're angry. "

" No, they were slowly clenching tighter and tighter. His stance was changing. Do you know what that means?" He looked down at her. She shook her head no. " He, or his body, was preparing to hit you. I had to make myself known or he would have hurt you Ema. " He looked away once more.

" You moved in front of me to protect me. You weren't sure if he was gonna fight or flee so you moved in front of me in case he chose the former. " Tiago looked lost in thought.

" I..haven't had anyone to protect since...I can't even remember the last person I protected out of sheer will. I trust you, and I care what happens to you. So yes, I protected you. " Ema chewed on her lower lip.

" You don't owe me anything. I hope you understand that. " She moved back inside. Tiago spun around on the spot and followed her. They ended up in the kitchen, Ema clutching the tile to death with her back against Tiago who was standing in the middle of the room, looking at her hunched form.

" You think this is about debt? I know I owe you my life but not everything I do with you is to free myself from obligation. Helping you with the stew, asking you to stay with me so that I might be free from nightmares for the first time in twenty years, kissing you. Do you think of those things as currency?" He wasn't yelling. He hadn't even raised his voice. It was the sound of an honest man with nothing to hide. Ema whirled around, tears in her eyes.

" Of course I don't! How could I?! It's just...I know you are a dangerous man, to many you are probably an evil man, and yet you treat me with more respect, more gentleness and more honesty than any "good" man I have ever met! Why is that?! Why would someone like you be so kind to me if not out of obligation?" Her voice had grown quiet, a stillness settling over the house as it faded away into silence.

Tiago was staring at her, searching her eyes like he seemed to do so often. Suddenly he took two long steps towards her, bringing her to him with shaking hands until there wasn't a millimetre of space between them. Her arms wrapped around his torso, going underneath his arms, grabbing his shirt like her life depended on it. Tiago used one hand to gently grab the back of her head to tilt it back, giving him easy access to her lips. His lips teased hers, coaxing them open before his tongue plundered her warm cavern, exploring every crevice, tasting her essence. They only broke apart once they were both dizzy from a lack of air and Ema kissed his clavicle as he buried his nose in her hair, breathing her in as she did the same.

" I may have gone a little too far, but I didn't want him to come back. One interruption I can tolerate, but two? Unfrogivable." Ema laughed against his skin at this.

" And if he calls the police? Saying that Frankensteins monster and a man threatening to burn him alive were living out in the edges of the Scottish civilization. What then Tiago?" He hummed against her, biting her neck lightly, smirking when she moaned and clutched at his shirt.

" One interruption at a time my dear."