Chapter 31: Mortal Kiss and a Thing . . .

Chapter 31 - Mortal Kiss and a Thing . . .

"Frightened?" A sudden voice said, seductively in my ear from behind me.

Chad . . .

I bit down hard on my lower lip, clinching my hands into balled fists, toes curling inwards and mind going frizzy. Why was he here, I thought with urgency. With him being here was not helping my excitement, because now it only increased a hell of a lot more, like when a car battery gets a jolt of full on power.

BOOM!

The thunder roared louder this time, seeming closer, and with the heavy rain pouring outside like it was winter. The 'boom' made me jump slightly, or perhaps I jumped because of when my eyes looked downwards to see Chad's arms snake around my waist, holding me. His arm muscles visible and veins bulge out; even thought the house was dark, I could still see every detail of his flawless skin as clear as day. Gosh, someone pass me a fan I'm heating up, I yelled in my head; his body pressing closer to mine, hard chest onto my back.

I heard him chuckle lowly.

"I'm not," I managed to say weakly, forcefully tearing my gaze away from his arms that wrapped tighter around me. "I'm never frightened . . . I'm never frightened by you." I repeated again, as if to try and reassure myself of my words I've spoken so weakly.

"Hmm . . ." Was his only reply.

I frowned because I was surely expecting a little more of a sly remark back! Knowing Chad, he would always give one to me. He couldn't have been out of words! Or was he doing this just to drive my thoughts more insane inside my frizzy brain? I certainly wasn't used to 'nothing replies' from him.

"Hmm? Is that all you're going to say?" I inquired, with a smug smirk arising on my lips, wanting him to speak more and not give me anything but only a mumble!

Instead of a reply, he started to trail kisses on my neck; licking and softly grazing his human teeth over the exposed skin, seductively, leaving me wide eyed and lips parted in anticipation for more. Until he finally said, "Sorry, wasn't listening to anything you just said." I sensed a satisfied smirk from his lips when I huffed, frustrated.

Regretfully I forced myself to pull away from his hold, as hard as that was. But I had to because my pride was somewhat smashed at this moment. However, as soon as Chad noticed I was moving forward and away from his body and embrace, he "Tusk, tusk" me with his tongue, before pulling me back, turning me rapidly around and then pushing me roughly against the murky wall, just a few meters away from the open front doorway.

It was darker here. Much too darker. But there was nothing stopping both of us from actually seeing each other’s features perfectly in this dark shaded corner. We both were inhuman anyways . . .

I groaned.

But don't get me wrong, it's not that I didn't want to be pressed up against a shady wall, with Chad's face centimeters away from mine. Just that I was feeling TOO excited at this moment and was worrying that maybe this would lead to something--

"Chad . . ." I faintly whispered. The whisper sounded all too familiar to my ears as it used to be my old Sasha voice, not so long ago. Remembering a little image of the beach, then Chad carrying me, then seeing him again at school with those romance books . . . It surprisingly put a genuine smile on my face at those innocent memories.

My mind came back to this moment again and I realized that me and Chad, stood standing, staring at each other, gazing deep within the deepest spot of each other’s orbs. We both knew we had certain glints sparkling above surface, but yet the selfishness of it all was that I couldn't tell what kind of look was in his eyes, as well as he couldn't tell mine either. I sighed inwards, knowing that his look was probably lust, so I was going to say mine was too.

Lust. We weren't hiding the obvious lust our bodies had for each other. A blush crept upon my cheeks because this moment seemed so wicked, so pleasing, so dangerous, so vivid, so astounding, so rough, so suffocating -- yet completely bearable, and so wrong . . . yet so right!

His hand rested tightly on my hip, and with the other at the curve of my neck so that I wouldn't move -- as if he knew cautiously that I could attempt to slip away at any moment -- which gave me pleasure of knowing because at least I know he wants me where he wants me! I couldn't help but notice his facial features were soft either, with no sign of any classical Chad-frown. Though, his lips caught my attention next as the bottom lip had been pulled into his mouth, with his human teeth biting on them. And if I wasn't mistaken, it looked like he was sort of . . . hungry?

Don't know what I was thinking next, but besides me wanting to grab him and just kiss those fat lips until tomorrow, I resisted and instead I tilted my head towards the one hand that rested on my neck, giving him a full granted access to my neck. Humans did that in movies for the vampires, as they were hypnotized by the vamp and did it out of commands. Though for me, I did it out of voluntary and curiosity, testing him to see if he would rather kiss my waiting lips or sink his fangs into my waiting flesh. Either way he had to choose one, I thought evilly.

"What are you doing?" He asked hoarsely, throat sounding drier than ever before, but at least no frown appeared. "Sacha . . ." He now whispered like talking was just hurting his throat more, also giving me a pained expression in his eyes. "What are you doing?" He whispered weakly.

I licked my un-moist lips, blushing. "Please" Was my reply, begging him with my own eyes, trying to tell him too choose one. However I don't think he got the memo just yet.

"Please what?" He stepped closer, not getting close enough because I needed him much more closely!

"Pick."

"Pick? I-I . . . don't under--"

I cut him off, "Pick . . . Please pick" My voice sounded pleadingly as I so desperately wanted him to do something, anything to me! He could bite me; kiss me, anything he wants.

There was a brief pause of silence between us as he must have read my mind. And then my excitement began to bubble up inside me as he made a move forward, not letting me know which one he was going to pick as his eyes remained on my anxious eyes. My lips were embarrassingly quivering with excitement, but then it pulled into a tight agonizing line when Chad pushed away from me, turning his head to the side and with him breathing rapidly.

"No. No!" He said angrily. His hand went up to his hair and had his fingers brushing through the soft looking hair of he’s that I wanted to touch right now. His eyes landed on me again, but this time it was staring intensely at my neck.

Yes, Chad, pick! I thought loudly inside my head, knowing that he would definitely be hearing them and that I was urging him on, encouraging him more.

Chad's eyes turned crimson red within seconds and he swiftly was back up against me with a stronger hold on my body. He was hesitating again, whispering "No" repeatedly, and looking with hungry eyes at my neck, to my lips and then back to my neck.

My patience was running short, but I had to be smart. This feeling inside of me was that same wild feeling I had when I was drunk -- just slightly more tamed. He was driving me insane and I needed to be pleased. An idea came to me and I welcomed it easily. My plan was not to speak, but to show instead; to let him touch.

I took his big hard hand from my waist and slowly and softly placed it to my chest, just above my breasts. I then moved his finger to the front of my neck, travelling up to meet my chin and then up to rest gently to my lips, all the while watching his hungry eyes and impatient -- yet pained -- expression. Moving his own finger back down to my neck without me helping, he softly trailed the tips of his three fingers to the curve of my neck, almost like he was marking his spot at how he was staring with daggered eyes at the specific spot. His breath came faster now, eyes darkening, and then fangs swiftly extending with a pop.

He hadn't realized that my other hand was cupping the side of his cheek, and then slowly snake around his head and gently start to bring his head closer to the direction of his target -- my neck that tingled slightly in anticipation. Closer and closer he got. So close that his lips was now touching my skin. My excitement tripled and I resisted the urge to jump up and down with happiness. And although naturally my body was cold temperature, my mind imagined my body going on fire at this moment, because this was the moment I always fantasized about at night when I was alone. Always wanted to feel his fangs sink deep into my flesh and suck out my blood; enjoy me while I enjoy feeling that feel of being most wanted and needed by Chad.

Faintly feeling a tingle of something on my neck, I giggled. It must be his fangs, I thought.

"Do it!" I whispered strongly, determined to have him taste me. "I dare you," I then said challengingly with an evil smirk.

Then his mouth was suddenly by my ear. "All right . . ." Was his soft, velvet reply before suddenly he moved and lips met mine.

Oh!

The kiss I definitely felt as it was getting a stronger feeling to it. Surprise took over me because I had not realized just how good it felt to kiss his lips. My, god but it’s so soft, I thought with so much bliss. I groaned out in pure pleasure, holding the moan longer to show just how much I loved it! Then just as I wanted more of the kiss, his lips left mine, with my eyes opening in confusion, but then having my neck turn sideways again due to Chad twisting my neck slightly to get a better angle.

I waited for a moment to feel fangs enter my neck, yet nothing came after those moments passed. Seeing Chad's head still by my neck, I wondered if he had entered me yet that maybe I just couldn't feel it or something. But then when I saw Chad slowly move away from my neck with no speck of my blood on his lips and with a pained expression in his eyes again, I knew that he couldn't do it. He just wouldn't allow himself to drink me, and I wanted to know why.

How come it was so easy for him to suck out another person's blood, but SO hard to just taste mine?

I begged him with my eyes, but unfortunately he refused to meet my gaze, rather looking at my chest instead like it was the most interesting thing in this world. Automatically I arched my spine forward, back still touching the wall, so that my breasts were pushing against his hard chest. He immediately tensed up at my contact, which I felt pleased with and used it to my advantage now. My hands went under his black t-shirt, up his torso to his chest, and then trail slowly back down to his V-line -- very daringly. All the while our eyes remained on each other; his eyes slightly red and mine blazing with my own different look of hunger for him.

This boldness of mine surprised both of us; my surprised expression hidden behind a seductive look, while Chad did not even try to hide his shocked expression, and lusty eyes. And then I did something that I sure as hell wouldn't have ever thought I could get enough courage to do. I ripped his t-shirt in half, simply using one hand and my long nails.

He is beautiful, I thought. My god, but he's beautiful.

With his broad chest naked, I began to feel a dizzy spell pass through me, as my heavy gaze gawked at each hard relaxed muscle before me, studying every detail, and taking mental photo-snap shots to cherish in my head for as long as I could. There was an awesome majesty about Chad as he stood, entirely unselfconscious being half exposed in front of me, permitting me to look at him -- that I was now aware of the long moment I've spent gaping, astounded by this over powering gorgeous creature, just a finger away.

My eyes trailed up to meet his burning gaze as he has been studying my face. My embarrassment for gawking caused my cheeks to darken, though not ever would I feel ashamed for it. A small smile appeared on my lips whilst I daringly had my hands wrap around the waist-band of he's grey sweat pants that suited him perfectly, and slowly I push it downer. His V-line became narrower the more I pulled the waist-band downer, curious to know where I would land up or what I would find at the bottom of the V.

Chad then growled, gripping my wrists tightly to stop me. A deep moan sounded at the back of his throat. My interest in him and that gorgeous V-line of he's was sufficiently acute that I found myself growing angry with him for stopping me. I wanted to explore him, yet he refused such wish.

My hands were forced to be placed at my sides, his hands still enclosed around my wrists to hold me there, like I was some wild animal that had to be put on a leash. And then he brought his handsome face down to mine, nose almost touching nose, his lips lightly as a feather brushing against mine, adding more fuel to my anger as his nearness was suffocating me with the thick temptations that I longed to greedily grab.

"I have to go." Was his torturous words that seemed to strike me deep inside my stomach. My face fell, losing that happy smile instantly, and instead get replaced with a sad look of longing.

My mouth open to say a begging plead, but Chad quickly put his finger to my lips to seal them from any words I so desperately wanted to yell out, shushing me into silence. He gave me a sudden look that I could not understand as it had just flashed for a second, before his finger left my lips and he disappeared into thin air.

Now I was completely alone. Not to mention there was still rain drops falling from my wet clothes, onto the wooden old floor and making a puddle were I stood against the wall. Still feeling dazed and overwhelmed from Chad's unexpected visit that I couldn't seem to control my wobbly legs, I slouched over, holding my hand to my head and walk towards the inviting, yet filthy infested couch -- my bed. Sighing, I plunked down and rested my head back against the back-rest, gazing at the dull ceiling above. My cheeks reddened as my mind instantly went to the exciting moments of Chad, me, the murky wall and the thunder. My cheeks went even darker when I looked down at the couch I sat upon, and remember that this was the couch!

I chuckled shyly. "The couch of our first hot make-out," I whispered into the silence, only half expecting someone to reply. But knowing I'm all alone, I signed and let the darkness consume me whole. Slowly -- very slowly -- my eyes began to flutter, closing into lazy slits, and soon slipping into slumber, faintly hearing the loud thunder booming far away in my ears. To my surprise the last face I thought about before I fell completely into sleep was Chad's brother . . . and he's captivating eyes.

I was suddenly walking down a really dark street, one that looks vaguely familiar to me, yet I wasn't able to put a finger to it. The street lamps was dimmed, almost like someone had turned the switch down a notch that only a speck of light was visible, making the street very murky and with shadows hiding within the dark trees. There were a few cars parked alongside the street, dark inside that it was too hard to see if anyone was in any, and no lights on at any of the houses I slowly walked passed. My feet continued to walk with a mind of its own, not hesitating or stopping at anyone of the houses, but continue onwards down the very dark street. I could barely see my own hands as I had held them up in front of my face momentary, yet I could clearly see the fog that escaped my mouth at each time I blew out a shaky breath that seemed to be the only noise I could hear.

Finally, after a brief moment later, I soon found myself walking up someone's drive-way, with the outside lights suddenly going on -- and then each window to that house, lit up. My eyes picked up movement before me, so I tore my gaze off of the top window towards the sudden figure that stood at least 5 feet away from me. I jumped slightly on my heels, yet still stood dead still in the same spot, as the person in front of me was surprisingly Samantha. Samantha was moving her hands around trying to do a spell on me -- well, that was what it looked like to me, as her eyes were solid red like a witch. I turned my head to look at the woods which I strangely think I've been through before.

I heard a noise within the darkness as loud as a freight train and saw a black figure rise up so quickly from the woods, which it floated at least twenty feet in the air, and was slowly drifting towards me. I shudder ran down my back, like millions of bugs crawling over my skin -- yuck! Yet I couldn't seem to be able to move. My feet were being stubborn and will probably be the cause of why we both were going to die. I snapped my head to Samantha again that still remained with her red eyes, waving her hands about like a crazy person -- not to mention the weird words she kept repeating that I began to yell at her to run! But she ignored me.

The corner of my eye I saw the dark figure bolt towards me with incredible speed and fierceness and jump on top of me, pinning me down. I physically felt extreme pain and suffocation like never before. I not only felt the presence of this large demon on top of me, but I felt surrounded by others . . . I felt extreme fear for the first time and extreme agonizing pain from the touch of the demon, like he was mentally ripping my skin open into shreds -- in which I felt dizzy and was hearing anger groans that sounded monstrous, I yelled. I was terrified and felt the presence of extremely evil beings, as well as feeling every ounce of my energy drain out while underneath this evil thing.

I was going to die, I thought and instantly my mind ran over recorded moments -- memories all stored -- which played before my eyes. But I was confused as the movie flashed mostly of a random elderly couple, a woman and a man with brown hair and blue eyes, they smiled but then the images of them disappeared and then jumped to . . . Me? I was looking at me, but why? There were recorded moments of me smiling happily, then another frowning cutely, then another of me naked, making my heart clinch. Well, I was wearing a bra and panties of course, but most of all I was NAKED! And I had no idea why I was, or why the hell was I re-playing memories of myself?! But strangely it made me feel calmer, happier that I was able to shove the heavy figure off of me.

It screamed out with rage in its sickly death tone, thrusting about on the ground before rising up into the air again and bolting for me again. This time I just managed to roll over onto my stomach, its hands just missing me by a finger space. I couldn't help but rub my shoulders as it began to sting with pain. The dark figure came at me again, with me stressing because I wouldn't be able to move now that I was still lying on my stomach, so I closed my eyes and waited for the impact. It never came.

I re-opened my eyes and now I was completely alone, looking up at the familiar house in front of me. I was still on the ground of course, when suddenly my eye caught a figure walk out of the dark hallway of the house through the open front door, wind blowing the figures clothes forward. My eyes widened immediately as everything began to make sense to me now because, why this house seemed so familiar to me was because this was my house! And that figure I'm looking at was my mom . . .

I awoke with a start of a scream in my throat that felt like it was trapped inside my mouth, and now finally as my brain awoke I let out the loudest scream I could ever muster. I got up with my back soaking wet with sweat and tendrils of my fringe clinging damply to my forehead -- soon drying off magically. A little wary of my dark surroundings, I attempted to fall back asleep, thinking nothing of the peculiar dream I just had.

So I lay there in my bed-couch with my eyes closed, clearing my mind. It feels like I’m falling halfway asleep (kinda in between awake and asleep). After awhile I started to feel like eyes were watching me. If I was not mistaken, it felt like there was presence in my room, in this very house! I can HEAR it coming closer to my bed-couch.

My eyes was desperate to open, so hearing a faint intake of breath was what got my eyes to snap wide open, no longer wanting the sleep anymore. Yet the crazy thing was that I couldn't move! I began to squint into the darkness that wrapped me up in a blanket, trying to get focus, as I began to fight for some strength back. I can sense that my entire body has goose bumps from under the dark figure's gaze. I’m unfortunately feeling so powerless that it’s not even funny at this moment, and I’m trying so hard to get up, or open my eyes as I literally had no control over my body.

I suddenly hear it approach, sensing it hover over me and it’s dead silence, no more wind noises from outside, no more sound of movement . . .

Again, I desperately tried to open my eyes, scream, or get up but this figure over me was making it extremely impossible because I could feel its strong power, stronger than anything I've ever discovered. Who was this dark figure? With my eyes still shut tightly, I could still remember how big and strong it looked when I first saw it moments ago, in front of the living rooms window -- a shudder ran through me.

The dream . . . My own thoughts whispered. And then, as if there was a light-bulb above my head that turned on, I remembered the dream -- or rather the nightmare -- with that dark figure, Samantha, that house, and . . . my mother! My god, but she was evil, I thought.

With my eyes battling to open, the dark figure was suddenly whispering into my ear, saying: "Shhhhhhhuuuuuuuggggghhhhhh . . ." It then took a shaken intake of deep breath, before slowly saying, "Taste . . ."

Taste? What must I do? I don't understand?! Does the dark figure want me to taste him? No thanks, I'll pass.

"We . . . w-want . . . want-t shhhhhhhhhhh" Its masculine deep tone whispered again, hissing like a snake stalking its prey, into my ear. I felt the weight on my bed-couch dip, like it was going to get in bed with me! It stops suddenly, and if I was not helpless at this moment, I would have jumped out towards it and probably throttle that thing! I seriously despise perverts, especially ghost-perverts like this buddy!

"No respect for a lady," I heard my mouth say with disgust. Wait, I'm talking now? I popped my eyes open and the moonlight, through the window, greeted my eyes. I was thankful.

I immediately sat up, my eyes scanning over the living room and the darkish kitchen behind me, to find that whatever that thing was, was now gone. What it wanted, I obviously could not give, or maybe he was warning me? What did he want again? Oh yeah, he wanted, "shhhhhh?" which definitely put confusion to my face. What the fuck was a shhhhh?! And what did he mean by 'taste'?

Clinching my hands into a tight ball, I cursed out loud into the silence. That thing just pissed me off now, because it made that I couldn't defend myself, as he could just do away with taking advantage of me. It made me feel like I was a pathetic helpless rag-doll. Not to mention it took away my beautiful Flesher power, I groaned. "Fuck that thing, whatever it was!" I yelled louder this time, as if that thing could hear me. But it did help my anger calm down a little. I believe I was awake and it wasn’t a dream.

"Not a damn am I going back to sleep now!" I muttered, combing some fringe out of my face.

And then I heard a squeak from behind me. If that thing was back to humiliate me again, it just made the worst mistake ever, because now I'm more ready to take my revenge! Time for some Sasha-ass-whipping!

I swiftly jumped up, using my amazing super speed to strike a ninja pose, "Ai-uh!" I yelled for an attack to happen.

But it didn't.

And instead of seeing that dark figure behind the couch, my eyes bulged out at the sight of Clayton Holmes standing there, holding his hands up in defense. Shock ran through both of us, and with curiosity adding to the shock in Clayton's eyes. Mine shone embarrassment after a few moments of realizing I was still posing like a ninja -- a psycho ninja -- with how my one foot was in mid-air, my left arm doing a strange chicken wing pose, and with my right hand out-stretched in front of me, showing the middle finger. But not to mention my face that had pulled into an embarrassing monkey pose with my lips pulling in an O. Clayton remained watching her face that had turned scorching red in seconds.

KILL -- ME -- NOW!

Then Clayton burst into laughter. His laughter was losing its control and soon it turned into a full-on belly laugh, pointing at my face in mockery. "What . . . was . . . that?!" He managed to say in between laughs.

An anger burned inside me, feeling even more embarrassed as I could just imagine what I must have looked like! I shifted uncomfortably on my feet, not knowing what to do, what to reply, where to look -- certainly Clayton's face was the last thing I wanted to look at now. How embarrassing, I cried with disgrace.

I should have looked at the intruder first before attempting the ninja moves, which I have sworn to myself, never to use again! Hiding the obvious shame away from my face, I put a blank expression on, but, when he paid me no attention to my bored stare, only continued his ribald laughter, I turned and began carefully making my way back to my bed-couch. With a huff as my butt hit the cushions, I put my face into my hands and began to silently dry-cry as I found that it was the only thing I could think of to do. It worked back when I could actually cry a tear, back when I was still human.

I hadn't realized that Clayton's musical laughter had died awhile ago, and by the time I was trying to strain my ears to hear if Clayton had left me alone to wallow in a pool of my shame, the couch dipped beside me, and a hand pulled my own hands away from my face.

"Hey, hey" Clayton said in a soft voice, taking his finger underneath my chin and turning it so that I was facing him. He smiled a warm smile that had instantly caused my fingers to nervously play with the hem of my shirt, but then, hearing shredding sounds as my nails rip straight through it. Oops. "I'm sorry I laughed, sorry I scar-- I mean sneaked up on you," He hesitated, noticing my scrunch my face up at the mention of being 'scared'. Pfff, as if I could ever be scared!

I sighed, feeling a small smile appear on my lips. "It's not entirely your fault," I stated, stretching 'entirely' out in a dramatic effect. I looked away from Clayton and in front of me, remembering what had happened before Clayton showed up. But then I had a question, desperately wanting to be said. "Clayton . . . What are you doing here, at 4 in the morning?" I questioned, turning to look at him, assuming that I had said the right time was 4, as it looked lighter outside and inside the living room.

His face showed a tint of red, sprinkling too surface on his cheeks. He then scratched the back of his head, ruffling up some blonde hair into spikes that girls called sexy -- it was. "Well, I kinda was taking a jog you see, I couldn't sleep, and then I heard you screaming, or rather swearing. So I thought you were getting attacked or something," His eyes had concern flashing in the solid blue depths, yet his lips battled to remain steady, because his lips were pulling into amusement -- probably getting images of my ninja-poses in his mind at this moment.

Groan.

I rubbed a hand over the left side of my cheek, sighing again as embarrassment took over my body again. "Oh, god! Don't remind me" I said grimly, hiding behind my hands again.

He chuckled. "I thought it was quite cute," He suddenly said, yet, sounding so calm and sure of his words, indicating he was telling the truth.

My head snapped up to look at him, bewildered. "You did?" I asked, a little too quickly for my liking. I then noticed my hands were still covering my face, eyes peaking through my fingers to see him. He noticed too and slowly took my hands off my face again.

We were close, well to me we were. He nodded casually, looking deep into my eyes as I stared back. With this sudden change of tension in this tiny space, I memorized this moment as when we both were down at the beach, wedged in between two shops, and that's when I first kissed Clayton. I was expecting at least a smile, or even a blush to appear on my face of the scene that flashed through my eyes at that moment. Anything, just to remind me of my reaction to this sudden attention from Clayton, the reaction I once had for him. But there wasn't any. Nothing. Zilch. Blank. Hairbrush. Okay, scratch the last one out! Was just a joke, he-he!

Where had it gone too Sasha? Hmm? My inner voice questioned seriously, tone mockingly like it knew a secret.

But I had to have some sort of feeling, some sort of reaction for Clayton, right? I mean, I used to have! I argued back to myself. There's no argument that he was my first crush -- my very first crush! I just HAD to feel something for him! I JUST HAD TO!

However, I could spend a thousand hours trying to figure this out, could pull out all my hair just to get a straight answer of 'why?' But I would be just wasting my time. Because the answer was deep down inside of me. So deep that it hurt. My dead heart doesn't belong to Clayton anymore, it never has actually. I thought it did, but I was wrong -- very wrong. Nope. My heart, it belonged to no one. Why? Because I died and have no heart left to feel love. That's the sickening truth.

Noticing my unresponsive look I gave, his blush became very noticeable now, and he tried covering it up by ruffling his hair again, making his arm bulge out and flex. But I wasn't moved like I would have been, or should have been. I did watch his actions, it’s not like I had a choice as he was right next to me on my bed-couch.

He cleared his throat, awkwardly. "So you're okay though, right? I mean, you were a little jumpy when I arrived and all--"

I held my hand up, cutting him off before he mentioned my unforgettable ninja moment. "I'm alright," I reassured him with a serious look on my face, but underneath that facade was a confused and stressed expression, almost about to burst onto my face at any moment if I continued to look him in the eye. I looked away then, getting up and walking to the window for no particular reason. I do admit that once I was at a distance from him, I felt way more comfortable. "I promise" I said again, glancing at him over my shoulders and then turning back to look out the window.

Dawn had come sooner than I thought, with the miraculous night breaking into light before my eyes, and dark clouds moving far away as the storm was now passed. Beautiful, I thought privately to myself.

"I don't think so, Sasha, I can tell you're lying. There's something bothering you -- maybe even scaring you that you don't want to talk about it. Am I right?" His tone had turned to serious concern.

I took in his words and lifted my eyebrow up, still not turning to face him just yet, and cradling my arms. "Well I do think so, Clayton." I shot back smoothly, ignoring the soft groan coming from him and saying, "I'm saying I'm alright, and I am. So just drop it." I stated sternly.

A hand grabbed my folded arm, spinning me around to be faced with him just centimeters away from me. "Not with that distant look in your eyes!" He argued back, suddenly taking my hands in he's. "What happened, before I came by? Why did you scream? Who frightened--"

"No one frightened me." I angrily snatched my hands out of his gasp, moving around him to get away as I felt suffocated. "I don't get frightened either!" I snapped, frowning, hearing him stand behind me.

"You're wrong, Sasha, so wrong. It's in your eyes, I saw it! And how you were on full alert when you heard me behind you! It's . . . it's almost as if, whatever had came here to frighten you, must have just left five minutes before me," He said in realization, sounding like he had just solved the biggest mystery.

I rolled my eyes and then swiftly turned to face him again. "I said I don't get frightened," I calmly stated, yet in a low dangerous tone.

"Don't you now?" He replied unconvinced.

"Never."

"Really?"

"Oh, for fuck-sake! What do I have to prove for you to get off my back?" I snapped, losing my cool and angrily stomping my foot immaturely onto the dirty stained carpet.

Clayton now smiled sweetly, shrugging and flipping his blonde fringed out of his eyes. "Answer all my questions, and then I will believe you don't get scared, of anything. But first you got to prove just how tough you are, answer my questions. Deal?"

My eyes searched he's and found that he was dead set on his proposal, determined to get the answers out of me one way or another. Sighing and groaning, I rolled my eyes again with annoyance and nodded my head, feeling my pride slip away. I'm beginning to regret giving in . . . Weakness! WEAKNESS!

He turned his head to the side, bringing it closer to my face. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you. Could you repeat what you said?" Amusement was dripping off each word that came out of his smug mouth, clearly enjoying this moment.

"Yes, deal okay! Jeesh, want me to spoon feed it to you?" Ignoring my sarcastic question and annoyed complains, Clayton smiled a satisfied smile and sat himself down on one of the other couches, motioning me to take a seat as well.

I shrugged. Might as well get comfortable, I thought momentarily. Once comfortably seated I began to tell my nightmare. "So I had this nightmare, starting off where I was walking down a dark street--" I continued telling Clayton everything that happened, not leaving anything detail out. When it had come to sudden flashes of memorized images I had seen in the dream, about seeing that random family, then seeing lots of myself, some with clothes on and some without, I didn't actually feel embarrassed to tell him I saw myself naked. But rather let the entire information slide out smoothly and welcome the calmer feeling to wash over me. It seriously felt like all the weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

But then I got to tell him about after I had woken up. Throughout the nightmare I explained, Clayton had a calm, fascinated look with slightly curiosity gleaming within his eyes. Yet when I mentioned the dark figure hovering above me, whispering into my ears, he had lost the calm facade and had gone paler that powder.

"What did the creature say?" He eagerly asked, looking almost about to jump out of his seat, he was so on the edge.

A shudder had run over my skin, and I shut my eyes to try and remember what it spoke. "It said: 'taste' and then it came nearer and said, 'We want shhhhh'. But that's what has been bugging me, I cannot seem to make sense of any of that things message!" I exhilarated, throwing my hands up into the air with distress clouding over my eyes.

I noticed that silence had taken over us. Clayton had a serious look for an expression, no longer a trace of that amusement left.

Finally he opened his mouth, after looking like he was thinking really hard about what I've told him. "I think I know what the message means," Was what he said, eyes meeting mine just as they widened with fretfulness.

"What does that thing want then?" I questioned, suddenly feeling a dizzy spell pass over me.

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