Abnormal

And I've never felt this much of my instincts before. I can feel the danger with every word he speaks, like he wants me to feel that way. He wasn't human. He wasn't normal.

And I think...

I think that he really might kill me.

"...yes."

"Good." He smiles, voice pleased. And then the force holding me dow suddenly releases, making me pitch forward and nearly trip on my own feet. But I catch myself, and the moment I'm free I turn around to look at him.

He just stares down at me, almost as if daring me to run.

Bastard.

When he knows that I wouldn't try and run, he smiles again and taps his fingertips on the back of his pale hand.

"Don't look at me like that, Blaise Ara. What I'm about to ask you isn't difficult at all."

My fists clench.

Yeah, right. This @&$$8 was probably going to ask me to cut my own hands off or something like that—

"I want you to bring me someone every week, to the addresses I give you."

"...what?"

His smile grows deeper. "I know you heard me. The end of each week is t