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"Uh!" Neveah said, leaning back at her seat. "What a weekend, huh?"
I nodded, quietly sipping my chai through my mug.
We were currently at a famous chai shop in the mall a couple miles from my house; we always came here when we had nothing better to do. Neveah would go shopping for clothes and I would end up going to the store next to hers; I was more of a cutie gal—wearing pink schoolgirl dresses—and Neveah liked sweatshirts and jeans.
But both of us loved this chai shop. They had the best recipe; something that I had yet to find anyone else to even come close comparing to.
"So, how are you and Sebastian getting along?" she wondered, lips tilting.
I gave her a look. "He's been following me everywhere."
"Really?" she said, glancing around. "Where is he?"
"He followed us to the arcade," I told her, eyes dulling in boredom, "then he followed me to the library after that, then he walked me home, and then he snuck into my house last night like he does every night."
"Your mom never notices?" Neveah said.
I shrugged, taking another sip. "She locks the entire house down top-to-bottom, windows, doors, everything locked! Even my room." I threw my hands up. "He still gets in."
Neveah smiled slightly. "Is he the type of romantic that sneaks through your window?"
"No," I said, sipping again, "he sneaks through somewhere downstairs and somehow doesn't alert my parents when he walks up the stairs and into my room. They don't even hear us talking! How? Don't ask me."
Neveah sipped her chai this time, setting it down. "How long has he been seeing you every night?"
I sighed and set my chin on the table, muttering a number.
"What?" she said.
"A year," I replied louder.
She stared at me in shock. "W... WHAT? A year? And you didn't think to tell me?"
"I honestly thought that every night was a dream!" I replied, tossing my hands up. "Some weird, reoccurring dream! And then Sebastian showed at school and revealed that it had been him the whole time."
She blinked. "So he's like some secret, mysterious lover? I see."
"Are you insane?" I said. "He's stalking me!"
She sputtered her lips as a couple next to us cast me a confused look. "Yes, in a sense, but there has to be a reason. Maybe it's to that attack that night. If you ask him and tell him what happened, I'm sure he'd tell you that it wasn't him."
"And it's not possible for him to lie," I said sarcastically.
"Maybe," she replied, smirking a little. "But... what's the point of watching over you so long when all he wants to do is kill you?"
"Uhm, have you seen Criminal Minds?" I wondered.
"That's fiction, Skye," she said, laughing. "Good show, though, but it's fiction, understand? Why would he just be playing with you, huh? It makes no sense. I doubt that if he got some weird sick pleasure from it, he'd make it last a year."
I blinked, then my lashes lowered as I stared off.
Wait... she was right.
She was right.
If he wanted to kill me... he would've killed me sooner, right? But... why did he keep following me everywhere? Was he some spy or something?
There was something about him that was off... something that said...
He wasn't normal.
Suddenly, a picture of his tattoos flashed across my mind, and I blinked.
Where had I seen those before?
"So," Neveah said, glancing around, "if he's following you everywhere, where is he now?"
I arched a brow and pointed behind her, and she blinked and turned in her seat.
The moment her eyes locked on him sitting at a table outside the café, her lips parted, finding him alone, reading a magazine to act normal.
She turned back toward me.
"See?" I said, gesturing to him. "Stalker. He's been sitting there ever since we entered here."
"Aww," she said then, making me gaze up in surprise, "he's following you everywhere like a puppy dog! That's cute."
I gave her a look. "Are you serious right now?"
"Partly," she replied, settling back into herself as she stared at me, "go up to him and ask him. Be direct, understand? He might actually answer you honestly."
I sputtered my lips. "Yeah, right."
But it was worth a try, honestly.
I stood and sighed, stretching out my arms and letting out a low groan, and I knocked the table. "I'll be right back. If I'm not, call the CIA."
"Sure will." She gave me the "okay" sign.
I just sighed and exited the store, turning and gazing down at Sebastian as he nodded, reading the magazine carefully.
"You can give up the act," I said then, sliding in the bench across from him. "I know you've been following me here, and I know that you've been staring at the same page for the last hour. Which—even for a horrible reader—is a long time."
He glanced up at me, a small smirk forming on his lips. "You're oddly observant."
"And you're oddly appearing everywhere I go. Now tell me that's a coincidence."
"It's not," he answered, chuckling. "I have been following you."
"And now you're done with the gaslighting," I said, sighing as I leaned forward. "Great. Now we're getting somewhere."
He eyed me over. "And you've been looking like you want to ask me a question, but every time I mention it, you refuse to ask."
I eyed him over, shuffling to a better position. "Nothing happened at the arcade? Did I space out or something?"
"Yeah," he answered, smirking, "you spaced out for three minutes with a look of horror crossing your face. I had to snap you out of it."
"Okay," I replied, deciding it was time to shove that event away and get to the point. "Sebastian."
"Yes?"
"Answer honestly with a 'yes' or 'no' answer, understand? No dodging."
He nodded in response.
I took a deep breath and exhaled, settling back into myself as my eyes locked on him. "Do you want to hurt me?"
He didn't respond for a moment, and it seemed as if he recalled something, but his eyes just darkened.
"No," he finally said.
"You hesitated," I replied, leaning back in my chair.
"I do not," he said this time, face now serious.
"Fine," I replied, slightly believing him, "do you want to kill me?"
He shook his head. "No."
"Does someone want to kill me?" I asked him then.
He closed his eyes tightly and leaned back in his chair. "Yes, but it is not me."
"Do you know him?" I demanded.
"Yes," he replied.
"How well?"
"Very well." His face was grim.
I watched him for a moment. "How do you know I have hallucinations?"
He just eyed me. "Bloody nose, paranoia; typical signs."
I studied his stance, but it was impossible to read him. "Is it from drugs or poisons?"
"No," he replied then.
"Am I going insane?" I asked him.
His eyes locked on mine, and I nearly froze at the darkness to them. "No."
"Do you know the cause of them?" I asked then.
He kept eye-contact. "Yes."
I stared forward. "Do you want to cause me or my family any harm?"
He shook his head. "No."
I blinked then and nodded, starting to believe him. "Am I safe?"
He sighed and leaned back in his chair. "No."
I froze then, staring at him as my entire body chilled.
There was someone after me. I wasn't going insane.
But... why was I hallucinating? What was happening? I was so confused that... I just didn't understand.
I didn't.
But—as I parted my lips to ask another question—a sudden shadow moved behind him, and I stopped, glancing over.
My entire being stilled.
There was a man in a dark suit standing right across the hallway, leaning against a banister that fell down to the bottom floor.
But his eyes were on me.
I couldn't see his face, there was a hood drawn over his head by the jacket he wore over the business attire, though there was a smile on his lips...
And his eyes looked colder than night itself.
As I stared forward, currently forgetting about Sebastian, the man only smirked, pressing his finger to his lips and lifting the hem of his jacket.
And my eyes flickered down... and I saw it.
The gun attached to his hip.
I didn't waste a second.
I bolted.
I heard someone call my name in fear as my world blurred, and I darted through the halls of the stores and the restaurants.
He was going to kill me.
I was going to die.
I had to run. I had to get away.
My heart was pounding, my breaths stilling, my bones freezing.
I was burning.
As the stores passed by me like flooding lights, I broke through the doors of the garage, gasping as I ran forward and into the darkness.
My sides were burning, but I could barely recognize the pain.
I couldn't tell if I was crying or not, but my face was wet, and my sight was blurry.
I felt cold.
Everything was cold.
I couldn't breathe.
I heard someone calling my name distantly, but I couldn't focus on it. I was just running and running.
I stared up through my blurred sight, and I blinked, finding a tear slipping down my cheek gracefully, and my vision cleared.
I started gasping.
The end of the garage was in sight.
I was almost free. I was almost free.
But—as I ran—a sudden figure glitched in front of me, and I screamed, scrambling to a stop when I gazed up.
Sebastian appeared at the end of the garage, making my heart stop when I stared up at him, and then glanced behind me, finding the area empty.
I glanced back up.
How did he do that?
He just... teleported there.
What... was he?
I took a step back, shaking my head.
No, it was all too much. I needed to get away.
Away.
"Skye," he warned, eyes darkening.
I spun around and darted forward, but I heard a sudden whoosh; like a gust of wind, and my arm was caught from behind me.
I cried out when the figure tugged me to face him, and I breathed shallowly when I saw Sebastian standing behind me, his grip firm on my wrist.
I pulled my arm back, but his fist tightened. "Let me go!"
"Skye," he said.
"LET ME GO!" I screamed, shoving my leg forward and trying to hit his leg, but he dodged it last second, still holding onto me.
I fought him then, shoving my fist against his chest, and he grunted, wincing a little as I pushed against him and pulled my arm at the same time.
"Skye," he said, catching my other arm, "stop."
"Let me go!" I said, kicking my legs out but he dodged me again, and I threw my head forward but he ducked back before I hit him.
"Skye," he warned as I struggled, crying out as I fought him. "Skye, stop or I'll use force, understand?"
I just shot forward and slammed my body against his, and he loosened his grip, grunting.
But right as I darted forward, he caught my arm and shoved me down, and I screamed when I collapsed onto the ground, though he just landed on top of me, straddling my hips to render my legs useless.
I shoved my hand against his face, desperate to escape, but he just caught my wrists and pinned me down.
I squirmed from under him, screaming and crying, but no one could hear me.
"Skye!" he said. "Skye! Calm down!"
"LET GO OF ME!" I yelled, fighting harder. "LET ME GO!"
He only held me down. "Skye, you're not helping yourself here."
"Leave me alone!" I screamed, fighting harder.
But after I tried to roll away, I laxed into the ground, gasping to catch my breath.
Goddamn it... it was useless.
I couldn't win in this position; he had every limb pinned down.
If I fought, I'd just be losing energy that I needed.
I stared up at him helplessly, tears warming my eyes.
"You can teleport," I said then, making his lips thin. "You can run faster than a cheetah. You can jump higher than a human. You know everything that I'm thinking about. You know everything that I want and need. You have runes on your shoulders that cannot possibly be because they look like ink. Popular girls tell me all the time that you have two V-shaped scars on your back! And you can smell my blood! You sneak into my house every night like you slip under the cracks of doors! You appear everywhere like a monster! Your eyes are black which is not a normal eye color! You have the intelligence of an eighty-year-old when you're seventeen! You can read faster than light! You don't sleep! None of that's human!"
He watched me.
"Sebastian..." I whispered, voice shaking, "what are you?"
His face fell, and I heard him breathe shallowly as I searched him, knowing that he had the power in this position, and he could kill me if he wanted to.
But he wasn't.
In fact, his grip didn't sting, and his weight on me was distributed between legs so he wasn't crushing me.
What was his motive? What was he planning?
"You're right," he said finally, and he looked back up at me, eyes black, but the gold in them glistened like stars. "I'm not human."
I felt a dull pain slam into my chest, but I kept my courage. "What are you?"
"An angel," he replied, voice quiet. "Was an angel. I fell years ago, so now I'm a demon."
"You're..." I said, brows creasing, "fallen?"
He was a supernatural being... a monster; something that shouldn't have existed.
So... why did this make sense? And why wasn't I in shock?
It was like I was expecting this.
"In a sense," he said then, eyes locked on mine, and they looked almost sad. "I fell, I still have wings, and they're black, so yes, that represents a fallen angel. Though I can read minds, alter them, and frame them. But I'm not doing that to you," he told me, eyes glowing in warning. "That..." he continued, now looking lost, "would make me a paranormal creature. But I'm also blood thirsty, I can't eat food, and I need blood to survive, so that would make me...."
"A vampire..." I whispered.
He nodded. "Human blood isn't the greatest out there," he told me, eyes soft. "In fact, it just tastes the same as everything else. I don't get cravings that force me to eat people, I just drink blood whenever I get hungry, so it's not much of a nuisance."
"Are you immortal?" I asked him.
He nodded.
"Are you... how old are you?"
"Seventeen," he answered, lips titling. "Honestly, yeah, I'm that age, but I grew up differently, so I have a different knowledge set than most people."
"So you fell when you were...."
"Fifteen," he answered, eyes darkening. "Yeah. I was young."
"What did you do...?" I whispered.
He sighed. "It's what I didn't do."
My brows drew together.
"The leaders of the angels wanted me to become an archangel, and I refused, so they forced me to fall."
I stared at him, and his eyes looked soft. "That sounds cruel."
He shrugged, staring down at me with a small smile.
I stared up at him then, feeling the fear and pain building back inside me like it was dormant that entire time. "But... why are you following me everywhere? Why are you sneaking around with me when you have other things to do?"
His eyes softened. "I can't explain it in words."
I stared. "I need to know why. This makes no sense. This is... scaring me, Sebastian. I need to know whose side you're on."
He suddenly smiled. "I said I can't explain it in words."
My anger sparked then, and I glared. "Stop making excuses already! You gave me your sob-fest! Boo—hoo! Now that you can finally tell me why you're following me everywhere, you're going to start making LAME excuses FOR—"
He suddenly fell down toward me, and I nearly yelped before I realized he was doing it on purpose...
And I found his lips on mine.
Everything around me shattered like glass.
And I gave into him, tangling my fingers in his hair as he let out a soft moan, pulling me up against him.
I weakened from under him, melting like everything I knew turned to dust, and I was just me... just him.
The cold floor was now replaced with , the musty scent of the garage now dormant, and his mint cologne swarmed around me like butterflies.
I moaned and drew myself up, but he only pushed me back down, separating our lips.
I only parted my lashes and gazed up at him, his eyes glittering with my reflection as he smiled down at me, brushing a strand of hair away from my face.
"Now," he said then, though I remained still, "does that answer your question?"
I only blinked, watching him as he smiled down at me.
The anger never returned... in fact, I felt numb. Warm... but numb.
I didn't know what just happened, though for some reason, I was stuck in a daze.
He chuckled as I stared up at him, and he released my arms, though I didn't move my position.
"Come on," he said, rolling off me and offering a hand. "Let's get you home."
I stared at it for a moment before taking it, and he smiled and helped me up.
When I stood, he wrapped an arm around me, making me stare up at him as we started walking back toward the entrance of the mall.
He just kissed me; which meant he liked me.
Neveah was right.
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A/N:
Sooooooo what do you think?
Were you expecting this? Hehehe
What are your thoughts on the story?
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