Make Me Like You

Aubree Julius | Selenology


Matthew 'Matt' Sanders | Urie.

Matt sighed as he finished getting ready, grabbing his keys, phone, and wallet before he walked out to his car. He didn't know why this man wanted to meet with him, but all he knew was that he was a man of power. That meant he had to be a mob boss. That was the only conclusion Matt could come to. The letter he'd gotten hadn't given him much information other than to meet this man at a secure location. So Matt drove to the address at the bottom of the letter, seeing when he arrived that he was at a hotel. He climbed out of his car and walked inside, looking around. He had no idea what this man looked like, and he had no idea where exactly in the hotel he was supposed to be meeting him. He looked over when he felt a hand on his arm, a man of similar build and height to him, wearing a black suit standing there. He dragged Matt into the bar of the hotel, back to the corner where a few men were sitting at a booth. Matt sat down across from the biggest man, who was smoking a cigar with a grin on his face. This must be the man he was meeting.

@ urie.
Aubree huffed as she glared at the door of her room, really hating how her father was keeping her locked up in here. He's been treating her like a child for the past month, keeping her locked up, telling her what she could and couldn't do. Granted it was only for her safety, but Aubree got so tired of seeing nothing but four walls all day and the same bodyguards. She had no idea what her father was trying to protect her from, but she hoped whatever the hell it was hurried up and dropped dead already or something. Aubree frowned, walking over to the window and looking at the garden. Aubree was a Nymph, but she wasn't tied to one specific thing. She was one with the earth. Her favorite though, was the forest aspect of it. She loved connecting with the animals and the trees. It made her so happy. Nymphs also had a seductive trait about them, being able to get any man or women that they wanted. It definitely came in handy on the nights where she wanted a one night stand. Aubree grinned, staring at the flowers and watching them grow to the height of her window. They were such beautiful lillies, she just had to get a better look

Matt cleared his throat. "Hi, my name is-"

"I already know your name, son," the man said, cutting him off. "Matthew Sanders, leader of Avenged Sevenfold. I've heard things around. Good things. Which is why I called for you here today. I need to ask you a favor."

Matt's brows furrowed. A favor? What kind of favor could this man want of him? He was clearly just as capable of taking someone down as Matt, so he didn't need him for an assassination. What could he possibly want from him? Money? He could give him money. "Okay," he finally mumbled, warily.

"Good. I need you to marry my daughter," he said. When he saw the look on Matt's face and realized he was about to object, he raised his hand to silence the boy. "Let me explain. My daughter is in grave danger. I've gotten word that the men who kidnapped and killed her mother long ago are coming back for her, and I can't protect her. I couldn't protect my wife, I can't protect Aubree. You see, my powers were taken away from me. I'm a mere mortal now. The first in this land. I'm a great target, as is my daughter. I hear your gang is very good at doing your job, and you're the best in the business as of right now. I will pay you in return, until I can figure out a way to end this once and for all. Do we have a deal?"

Matt was completely taken back, speechless. He didn't know what to say. This was all very hard for him to process. Marriage? But what about his current girlfriend? What about his life? He wasn't ready to devote his life to protect someone else. "I-I'm unsure," he said.

"The payout will be very good, trust me," the man said. "Please, Matthew. I'm begging you, and I don't do this. I need someone like your gang to protect my daughter."

Matt bit his lip hard, wanting to ask if it was necessary that he had to marry the girl, but he had a feeling there was something more to the story about these men that played into that. "I guess," he mumbled. "We have a deal."

@ urie.
Aubree got bored of messing with the plants outside her window, sighing and going over to the door. She leaned against it, deciding to have some fun with the guy guarding her door. "Oh Luke," she purred, knowing he couldn't resist. "I need a big, strong man such as yourself to come help me wash my back," she said in a low, husky voice. It took no time at all before the door flung oopen, revealing a very sexually frustrated Luke. Aubree smirked, walking up to him and running her hands down his chest, grabbing him by the loops on his jeans and pulling him close. She let out a small giggle as he shivered, giving him a small kiss on the cheek before kneeing him in the balls. She watched him fall to the ground, looking over at the plant in the corner of the room and making its vines wrap securely around the mans ankles and wrists. Aubree grabbed some of her special hello kitty duct tape, taking a piece and slapping it over his mouth. "Sorry about this, pumpkin," she murmured before leaving the room. Honestly, her father shouldn't put such horny men at her door. Aubree continued down the hallway of the hotel, being on the look out for any of her fathers men. The last thing she wanted right now was to be caught. She skipped to the elevator, going down to the lobby. As she stood there in the lobby, she debated on if she should go snoop on her father. He had told her that he had some extremely important business to attend to today and for her to be on her best behavior. Fat chance of that. Aubree went over to the restaurant, sneaking in and searching for her father. She smirked as she found him, hiding in a nearby booth and keeping a menu up over her face. Smooth, Aubree. Best disguise ever. She began easvedropping, wondering who that big hunk of sexy was sitting across from her father. She could definitely smell wolf, which made her even more excited. Aubree had always had a fascination with the wolves.

Matt signed a contract before shaking the man's hand, receiving his first payment instantly. He looked at the huge wad of cash, quickly stashing it into his jacket pocket. The guys were going to be so jealous about this. But it wasn't like he was going to keep the money to himself. He looked up when he heard the man call a girl's name, "Aubree?" Oh yeah, that was his daughter's name. He looked over, seeing a girl in a booth near them, holding a menu. This must be Aubree.

"Aubree, I know that's you," her father said as he stood up from the table. "You know you're not supposed to be down here."

Matt watched as the girl lowered the menu, and was surprised instantly by her beauty. He had not been expecting her to look like that at all. She must have gotten her looks from her mother, because she looked nothing like her father. Maybe except the cheekbones and the jawline, perhaps, but that was it. She probably had some of his traits too.

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Aubree slowly put down her menu, a small innocent smile on her face. She glanced between the piece of paper and the very attractive man sitting across from her father, wondering what kind of deal he was making with the devil. She felt kinda bad for the lad, since once you signed a deal with her father, there was absolutely no way of getting out of it. "Sorry, daddy. You know it's hard for me to stay cooped up in that room," she said with a pout, sliding out of the booth she was in and walking over to where the men were. "Whatcha doin'?" she asked, leaning against the side of the booth where the mysterious man was sitting. She glanced down at the paper, raising a brow as she read it over. Aubree's face began turning multiple shades of red, trying to contain the anger rising inside of her. She looked up to her father for an explination, hoping there was another daughter he was trying to marry off to this man beside her. She hoped like hell she read that wrong. She didn't need some wolf to protect her. She didn't want to live in a home where it smelled like wet dog nonstop. She was very capable of taking care of herself if someone would just give her the chance.

Matt could tell by the expression on Aubree's face that she was not happy right now. She must have seen what the contract said. He stood up, looking down at her. "I'll give you two a moment," he said, slipping past the girl and walking back to the lobby. He folded his copy of the contract, putting it into his pocket with the money before he leaned against the wall, waiting patiently to hear from this man, who he still didn't know the name of.

Aubree's father stood in front of her. "It's for your own good," he said. "I can't protect you. You need to be with people who can. Why do you think I've had you locked up for so long? There are bad people out there, Aubree. I need to take care of some business, and I can't keep an eye on you at all times. And clearly, you've learned how to get past my guards. So if I can no longer contain you, then I have to call in help. This man is willing to help us, to protect you. And I'm not going to say no to that chance. So you'll do as I say, understand? Now let's go, you need to pack your things." He took her arm, pulling her to the elevator to they could go to her room and pack all of her belongings.

@ urie.
Aubree gritted her teeth, huffing in frustration. Her father was lucky that this other man was attractive. "I can take care of myself," she grumbled as they entered the elevator, trying hard not to start crying. This was one of the things she hated about herself. If she got too upset, she'd just automatically start crying. She took after her mother with that. Aubree stalked out of the elevator and to her room, slamming open the door and rolling her eyes when the guard from earlier started thrashing around. She waved her hand, releasing the vines that were tying him up. "Ass hole," she grumbled, grabbing her duffle bag from under her bed and beginning to throw her things into it. She really didn't have much, even though she could have the world if she wanted it. Aubree was a simple person, wanting simple things. Especially since she was on the move so much. There was no point in having a ton of sentimental things. When Aubree was finished packing, she plopped onto her bed and waiting for her father's next instructions. Her father was a caring man, went by the name of Sam. Ever since her mother was murdered, though, he's become more and more stone cold. She knew that he was just trying to protect her, but Aubree didn't want to leave his side. She was scared that something would eventually happen to him too. "So, do I get to have the wedding of my dreams at least, or what?" she murmured, staring down at her feet.

Sam looked at Aubree, sighing softly. "Of course," he said. "I've already made arrangements. You get to pick out your own dress, and who you want there, but I've already picked a venue. But I know it's one you'll love." He sat down beside her, sliding his arm around her shoulders and hugging her tightly. "I know you don't understand right now, but it's for your own protection. I know you're not a child anymore, trust me, I understand. You're a young woman, and you deserve to live your life the way you want to. But for right now, this is the best course of action. And I'm sure there will be plenty of opportunities for you with these men. They're good people, trust me. I would never send you away with people that I wouldn't personally go with. I always have your best interests in mind." He kissed her temple before standing up, taking her arm and leading her back to the elevator. He walked her down to the lobby, and over to Matt. "I'll let you know of the details of the wedding as soon as I make my next stop. I can't thank you enough for taking my daughter in."

Matt nodded as he looked Aubree over. "Everyone deserves a chance," he said, forcing a smile.

@ urie.
Aubree forced a small smile and nodded, happy that she got to control at least some aspects of her forced wedding. She followed her father down to the lobby, sighing as she saw the man she was supposed to marry. This was such a huge deal. She couldn't believe that this man had even accepted this. Her father must be paying him big bucks. Aubree raised an eyebrow at the forced smile, smirking. She was coming up with a ton of different ways to fuck with him. She kissed her father on his cheek, her mood suddenly brightening as she thought of all the mischief she could cause. "Love you, daddy. See you soon," she said, grabbing her bag and heading out the door. She let out a little whistle, patting her leg. "Come on, doggy, let's go," she said, smirking wildly at the man, who's name she had yet to learn. She wanted to see how he was when he was all riled up. It was probably sexy as hell.

Matt raised an eyebrow. Why had he thought this would be easy? He glanced back over his shoulder to make sure her father was out of sight before he walked over to her, pressing her back against the car. "First thing's first, my name is Matt," he said. "Second, I'm the one in control here, not the other way around. You follow my orders and do as I tell you. I won't hesitate to break this contract and put your life back in danger." He backed away from her, taking her bag and opening the car door. "Get in." He shoved her bag into the back before he walked around and climbed in, already regretting this whole arrangement. Was he really this stupid? Yes, yes he was. He was an idiot. But he couldn't say no to a fat wad of money, he never had been able to. And this was only the first of many payments.

@ urie.
Aubree's breath caught in her throat, biting down on her bottom lip hard as he shoved her against the car. This was definitely going to be fun. She climbed into the car, buckling up and sighing contently. "You're sexy when you're mad," she purred hotly into his ear before sitting back properly in her seat. "No worries, fido. I'm not going to get in your way. I'll sit in my room like a good little girl and behave, a little anyways," she said, staring out her window. Aubree had always been a rebel growing up. She never obeyed her father's rules, nor her mother's. Sometimes when she thinks back, she regrets not listening and obeying when she had the chance. But she was much like her father when it came to a lot of things, especially listening and behaving. "So, is Matt short for Matthew? What's your middle and last name? I need to know, since I am going to be Mrs. Matt eventually."

Matt rolled his eyes, shaking his head. Why should he give her any information about him if she was just going to call him dog names anyways? He sat silent for a moment as he focused on the road, trying to decide if he should tell her his full name or not. At least, his last name. He wasn't telling her his middle name. It wasn't necessary. "My name is Matt Sanders," he said finally. He took a right turn and glanced over at her. "What should I call you? Annoying? Brat perhaps?" He knew he wasn't making the situation any better by being snippy back to her, but goddamn, she was already frustrating him so much. One of the major downsides of being a wolf was that you had a short temper. All wolves had short tempers, and it was extremely rare if one didn't. It was a known trait of wolves. And either she knew that and was using it to her advantage, or she just got lucky that he happened to have a short temper.

@ urie.
Aubree pursed her lips together, shaking her head. So he wasn't going to tell her his full name, hmm? That was alright, she'd find out eventually. "Brat is nice," she said, smirking over at him. "The name's Aubree, as you've heard my father say before," she said, putting her feet up on the dash. "You'll get used to me, sweet pea. We shall be the best of friends," she said with a small giggle. Honestly, Aubree just couldn't wait to get to the house. She knew that all wolves lived in nice, big spacious houses in the middle of the woods. Aubree loved the woods. She loved nature, laying out in the grass and walking through fields of flowers. She really hoped this man gave her a little bit more freedom than her father.

A few hours later, after a short nap in the car, Aubree woke to the car coming to a jolting stop. She snorted and opened her eyes, wiping off the drool from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes widened as she looked at the house before her, shocked at how stunning it was. It wasn't ginormous or anything, it was just.. nice. Fancy, but nice. Definitely something you'd picture a highclass wolf in. This guy had money, for sure. Aubree looked over at Matt before she hopped out of the car, a silly smile on her face. She loved nature. It sent a hum through her like no other.

Matt climbed out of the car and grabbed her duffel bag, tossing it at her feet. "Don't expect me to be your maid," he said. "Find your way around and get your own things." He wasn't normally this rude, but she'd pissed him off and he was sure she'd keep at it, so he just wanted to get inside, find a place to sit and keep to himself, so he could cool off. He walked inside, instantly greeted by Brian, who had a smirk on his face. Matt already knew what the other man was thinking and he shook his head. "No. She's not one of your conquests, alright? And she's only staying here for as long as her father needs her to. As soon as he says it's safe for her with him again, she's out. So no fucking around."

Brian pouted. "Aw, come on, man. You're no fun," he said, watching the girl through the window.

@ urie.
Aubree rolled her eyes, grabbing her bag. She'll lay off of him for a while, let him calm down. She took one last deep breath of fresh air before she went inside, raising a brow at the man at the window. "Snooping, hmm?" she said with a small smirk. "Cute," she said, winking at him before venturing farther into the house, searching for the kitchen. "So do I get my own room or do I have to bunk with you, master?" she called out, having no idea where Matt went or what he was doing. She snapped her fingers when she realized she called him another name, really needing to stop doing that. It was just a reflex. She didn't have very good people skills, the only people she ever interacted with were the people who guarded her bedroom door. She was always scarcastic and witty with them.

Matt rolled his eyes at Aubree's words, walking into the kitchen. "You can have your own room," he said. "I have a girlfriend and I don't think she'd appreciate you sleeping in my bed." He figured as soon as her dad found a way to off these men, whoever they were, he'd be able to divorce Aubree, which he was looking forward to already. He could tell she wasn't wife material, nor was she ever going to be. Besides, he still wanted to marry Val someday. Which reminded him, he would have to figure out some way to explain this to her without her freaking out. Well, she was probably going to freak out regardless. And he was not ready for that.

@ urie.
Aubree nodded to herself, deciding she'd find an empty room to call hers. It wasn't very hard, considering each occupied room had someone's name on it and was decorated like a teenage boys dream. Everyone's except matts. He didn't have a thing on his door except his name in elegant cursive. Aubree sighed, deciding to take the empty room next to his. She didn't want to be to far away from him, she was in danger after all. She began unpacking, which didn't take long for her to do since she didn't have very many things. When she was finished, she went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She needed to get a grip and stop being so mean to the wolf. She couldn't help herself though, he was pretty attractive when he got angry. It's not like they really had to like each other, eventually it'd all be okay again and she could go home.

Matt noticed that Aubree had calmed down a bit, so he decided to go ask her a few questions about this story her father had told him. He went upstairs and found she'd claimed the room beside his. He stood in the doorway as he watched her, thinking for a moment. "Your father told me that there's this group of men who are the ones putting you in danger," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. "He said they took your mother a long time ago and now they're coming back for you. I get it, he wants to protect you from them, and he feels you'd be safest with a pack of vicious wolves. But what I don't understand is why I have to marry you in order to protect you. There's more to the story that he didn't tell me. Do you know about it?"