05: Windswept

*Trigger Warning*

Two days later,

BLAIR

           He stared at me with a slight frown on his face. The fact that he wouldn't look away was beginning to piss me off. Seeing him so close started to bring up several memories in my mind. Memories of our first dates, memories of our first kisses, memories of our engagements....

I lowered my gaze, my heart thumping harder than usual.

I couldn't believe I was doing this. But, what other options did I have?

I desperately needed to get away from him but he wouldn't budge. When he finally met my gaze, my mouth went dry and I had a strong urge to cry. More memories were filling my mind and I started to feel things I shouldn't be feeling. I started to notice how extremely gorgeous he was. I started to notice the mole beneath his right eye and the ones on his neck. Frustrated, I gritted my teeth and said, "Are you just going to stare at me all day, Mr Kane?"

He slowly stepped aside and I walked in, carefully taking in the appearance of the large sitting room. Everything in it screamed royalty and wealth. A young woman with brown hair and blue eyes walked into the sitting room and gave me a smile. "Lisa, this is Bella-"

"Blair not Bella" I scoffed and a smirk appeared on his face. "I know but I really don't care, Bella" he said and I bit my lower lip to prevent myself from lashing out at him. The nerve of this man!

"Anyway, she is my new P.A. Show her to her room, Lisa" He said to the maid.

Lisa nodded politely and he walked away, leaving me to glare at his retreating figure.

Lisa led me all the way to the second floor, then she stopped in front of a white door and pushed it open.

"This is your room, Miss Blair"

At least for once, someone in this house got my name right.

"Thank you" I said, giving her a big smile. She nodded her head and left. Letting out a sigh, I dragged my luggage into the room. It was indeed spacious and well furnished.

Feeling exhausted all of a sudden, I laid down on the queen sized bed. Tears filled my eyes when I recalled what had happened earlier today.

Aunt Maggie and I had been watching a TV show in the sitting room when we had suddenly heard a loud explosion coming from the kitchen. Aunt Maggie had gone to the kitchen to check what it was and I'd heard her scream in pain. By the time, I had made it to the kitchen, she was struggling to walk and the whole kitchen was on fire. Scared, I'd tried to help her out of the kitchen only for her to yell at me to go grab my stuff and call 911. I'd managed to get my luggage outside as well as Aunt Maggie. But, as soon as we'd stepped out of the house, the whole house had been consumed by flames. I've never felt so terrified. On the way to the hospital, my aunt had given me Mikael's address and had made me promise her that I would go to him. I could easily have stayed in a hotel but, I decided to do as my aunt had said even though I was probably risking my life. Yeah, that's right, I was being a total idiot and sometimes, I think that the curse had affected my thinking too. It was probably why I couldn't really avoid Mikael. Maybe, I was just a sheep ready for slaughter.

I closed my eyes and soon fell asleep due to how exhausted I was. But then, hours later, I was awoken by the knock on the door. I let out a groan and sat up before taking off my jacket. I loosened my ponytail and allowed my hair to drape over my shoulders. The knock on the door persisted. So, I stood up and sauntered across the room to open the door. Lisa gave me a polite bow. "Master told me to ask you to join him at the dinning table. Dinner's about to be served, miss Blair" she said and I sighed.

"Fine. And where exactly is this dinning room?" I asked and Lisa smiled.

"I'll take you there" she said and my stomach growled in response.

I stepped out of the room and followed her all the way to the dinning room. Apparently, Mikael's house wasn't a joke. You could easily get lost in it.

True to Lisa's words, Mikael was already sitting in the dinning room. He had changed into something more comfy- grey sweats and a white t-shirt. He still looked undeniably attractive though and I felt both irritated and wary about it.

"Are you going to stare at me all day?" He asked and I slowly lowered myself onto one of the expensive looking chairs. My stomach growled again and I felt heat creep up my neck from embarassment. The table held different types of delicacies that looked amazing, it was hard not to drool. Mikael snorted and began to dig into his meal, apparently he'd heard my stomach growl. Now that was embarrassing.

"I'm sorry about your aunt" he suddenly commented and I forced out a smile.

"Thanks"

We remained silent for a while. Then, I decided to say something.

"The food is great" I said and he stared at me for a while before nodding.

"The cooks do what they do to keep their jobs" he responded and I frowned.

I watched him quietly, noticing the expression on his face. He barely smiled and he always looked either blank or angry. Most times it was hard to figure out what he was thinking or feeling.

He looked up and his gaze met mine. Then, he raised his brow.

"Is there something on my face?" He asked and I lowered my gaze.

"Maybe"

He inhaled sharply and I stiffened.

"How did you get the scar?" I asked and he froze.

"What?"

"The scar on your face" I asked and he abruptly stood up and stormed out of the dinning room.

I leaned back on my seat, feeling bad for mentioning something that might've been a sensitive topic, at least to him. I sighed and rose to my feet, unable to stomach any more food. He was my boss, the man whose fate was tied to mine and I felt awkward.

I left the dining room in search of the room I'd been staying in. Unsure of the directions, I walked towards one of the white doors which looked similar to the door of the guest room I'd been using. The door was half open, so I pushed the door in and walked in. The room was huge and was definitely not the guest room. It was clearly a master bedroom. The bed was king sized with dark blue sheets adorning it. The doors of the closet was gold and white and the floor was a black and white checkered marble. The curtains were indigo colored and there was a large flat screen TV plastered to the wall. The room was incredibly neat, so I snorted. Mikael seemed to be a neat freak. I sighed and turned away from the center of the room. I needed to get out of his room. But, just as I made to leave, his voice stopped me.

"What are you doing here?"

I froze and slowly turned to look at him. His eyes were unreadable and he was leaning against the wall, his gaze boring holes into my body. "Your house is large enough to be a vampire's castle" I said and amusement crossed his features for a split second. "Vampire castle?"

I sighed and clenched my fist. "I got lost" I admitted and he rolled his eyes.

"I wonder how you got lost and found yourself in my bedroom" he stated and I narrowed my eyes.

"My apologies, your majesty" I spat and he sighed.

"Come on, follow me" he said and I moved after him as he made his way out of his room. I couldn't help but notice his leanly muscled build and the way his hair seemed so dark it was almost blue. Memories of me caressing his hair flashed in my mind and I shut my eyes briefly. "I'm sorry for asking you about your scar. I was being insensitive" I said and he turned to look at me with his eyes holding an unfathomable expression.

He led me to the guest room and walked away, leaving me to stare at his retreating figure.

....

MIKAEL

          I stare at my reflection in the mirror, lifeless grey eyes staring back at me through the mirror. Then my gaze rests on the steak knife in my grip. Exhaling slowly, I unbutton my black shirt. There's really no need for me to live. Perhaps if I killed myself, I would stop hurting. I can't bear it. Not anymore. Raina had promised to find a way out of the curse but I know now that it's never going to happen. I'm sick and tired of being weak. I run my fingers through my black hair and grip the steak knife tighter. Slowly, I position the tip of the knife against the inside of my wrist. Then, I drag it across my skin without paying attention to the pain that follows. Blood dribbles down my pale skin. But then, I make four more vertical cuts down my arm. Then, I move to my other arm and do the same. Ignoring the pain, I stab myself in the stomach knowing it would soon be over.

I start to feel light-headed, so I strip to my underwear and step into the bathtub. Water laps around the corners of the bath tub when I do this. I close my eyes, my strength quickly going down drain. The water in the tub turns a bright shade of red and black dots begin to cloud my vision as my body becomes heavier. I close my eyes, feeling the lack of oxygen finally getting to me. A slow smile curves my lips and just as I'm about to give up, the bathroom screen doors slide open and Raina runs in screaming my name.

"Drew! Oh God! Don't close your eyes, please!" She cries and I give her a small smile.

"I-I love you" I choke out and she sobs harder.

"Drew! Please-"

My eyes slip close and I sink into a spiralling darkness.

...

Gasping for air, I sat up in bed with sweat sliding down my temples, my heart beating ten thousand times per second.

"What the hell was that?" I breathe, eyes wide.