I'm just having fun with this one, you don't have to read it if you don't want.
Ethan squared his shoulders, regaining his composure. “I have been insulted enough for the day by strangers and I certainly won’t condone it from a lady,” She came a bit closer as if assessing his eyes. “Are you lost?”“No, not that it concerns you but I know exactly where I am” “Sure you do” she added with a tone thick with sarcasm. She studied him a little more and cleared her throat, she said “I think we’ve started on the wrong island, my name’s Kate,” She reached out. “I am one who preferred not to be bothered this time of the night.”“Ouch, that was rude,” she replied mockingly, “If you weren’t so damned cute, I would have let your three little friends harass you”“You know the people who were following me?” “Not that it concerns you, but you should thank me. I could smell your fear from a mile away.” She said. “You really shouldn’t be moving this late if you’re going to punch like that.” “I am not going to be counseled by a woman who also happens to be walking alone” “I
Kate fidgeted irritably but couldn’t feel any strength reaching her arms and legs. How is it that she couldn't compel him? This had never happened before. She bit down her plump lips in thought, eyeing the handsome man. He positioned her one more time and invaded her lips in a quick attempt. “Stop fighting and just apologize,” She let out a scream of frustration to which he responded with a deliberate smile. She mumbled a few words which were lost immediately in her audible breaths. “I couldn’t quite hear you, ma’am,” he mocked.“Alright…..” she breathed finally. “I won’t try to compel you again,” “That wasn’t an apology. I would take it that you don’t say sorry very often,”She groaned with annoyance. “Calm down,” he said, “Am going to let you go, just don’t punch my teeth out.” He released her slowly and she breathed, she stepped away immediately to locate her jacket and boots. A human weakness, one that had never manifested had just assailed her. She picked up her boots, pan
The morning had come, and Ethan groaned as the curtains to his room opened. " Close them, now," he growled. " Sir, you have a call, I've been told it's important," his butler, James, said. He had been with him since childhood and was very efficient. He sat up and closed his eyes momentarily as his head pounded. He regretted drinking too much last night. " If there is a lady I came home with last night, please, kick her out. I don't want to see anyone," he told the butler, he had already done that as he knew his master all too well. Ethan got out of bed and went to his ensuite bathroom. It would be a long day as he decided to investigate the case of his stalker. He went to his computer room in the mansion, checking every footage there was but he saw nothing other than heavy mist and a ... " A crow?" he frowned. Since when are there crows in this neighborhood? He looked further and noted footprints in the wet and leaf-littered path.He went outside in a hurry, forgetting to wear a
“Stay with me tonight. I don’t want to be alone” he insisted, holding her slim waist gently, but he retracted, thinking it wasn't proper, his face was so close to hers, and she couldn't, all she wanted was to crush her lips on him, and explore his mouth. She sat down on the arm of the couch, facing him. He was standing in front of her, and gently he caressed the side of her face, making her still with wonder. What was happening? Why was she loving the sound of his voice and the glistening of his eyes? This wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to be this obscenely brave. “Can I hold your hand?” he asked her under his breath. She processed, eyes still fixed onto his, and then she said, “No you should not” “Why?” “Because I will kill you if you do,” she answered back softly. He stopped immediately and waited. “I am going to kill you if you put your hands on me,” she repeated, still seeming calm. “I should have told you this before you invited me into your house.” She wat
Bradley stepped out of his car and he was immediately enveloped by the dense gloom. His pair of eyes wandered over Ethan's mansion and he breathed. This was not one of his finest moments. The entirety of his intentions in coming here was linked to Danielle. He stepped in front of the door, pulling his coat over him with a visible cold breath cloud escaping his mouth. The door opened before he delivered loud knocks and paused. A tall thin man stood in front of him with a peculiar gaze. " May I help you?" he asked in a cold tone. " I'm Detective Bradley, and I'm here for Ethan West," Bradley introduced himself to the man. He shut the glass door in his face, and it was a five-minute wait before Ethan stepped out. The light from inside revealed his tall frame, and he stepped an inch back as if expecting a solicited hostile welcome. And it would be his fault to be honest, given the brief history they shared with Ethan. They took a moment, gazing at the life out of each other. Everythi
“I never wanted to be born like this, Halomir. There must be a cure” she told the old man, trying to convince herself more than him. “I don’t enjoy hurting people,” she said, “I mean killing people. And even when I do, my actions are justified because I only hurt bad people. No one needs them. The world is a much better place without them.” “If you believe that, then you’re more like your father than you think” he added. “I am nothing like him,” her voice went up quickly. “He is a monster. He takes pleasure in killing people. He is the reason why my mother, his wife, is dead.” He kept quiet, urging her on. “I know he is not going to stop until he finds me and kills me. I also know that I am not going to allow that,” she declared. “I will have to kill him first.” “Tread carefully girl. You will end up losing your soul and become him if you take this path.” “There is nothing left of my soul. I am already lost. But I will have satisfaction when he is dead.” “That is not the only re
Ethan fought the urge to allow his emotions to get the best of him. They were still miles away from the nearest hospital anyway. She touched his hand and squeezed, “It’s going to be okay,” she whispered to him with a smile, catching his attention. He couldn’t say anything, he just watched and wished he could take the pain away. She relished the view outside her window quickly and again turned to him. “Right here, this is it. Stop the car,” He pulled over, stepped outside, and rushed to her seat. He opened her door and helped her out carefully. She was in pain, and he was utterly unable to stop his pitying eyes from mirroring the pain in hers. “Don’t look at me that way” she managed as she rested her back on the car. “Come closer,” she asked him. He rested one hand on the car, standing directly in front of her. “I want you to look at me like you want me,” He forced a quick look but failed to see past her pain and she saw that. She rested her hands gently on his chest, “Kiss me, E
Ethan’s house, lit from within, stood at the far end, close enough for her to watch. Kate could see his silhouette moving about in his bedroom, and she stood in silence, watching, soon to head directly there. She would have to explain why she was hurt and why she had come here. She braved another step, then immediately sensed a variant presence in his house. It was different from the female servants. She searched with her sharp eyes and finally confirmed the reason for her dissatisfaction. Nestled on the bed in his bedroom was a woman, Danielle. The window was wide open and everything was revealed. Kate had been the one to compel her to forget what happened when she was lost in the night. Kate had done this kindness to get Ethan to focus on everything but Danielle. Kate watched in wondrous suspense. Danielle was sitting in his massive white bed dourly, as if unsatisfied with something. That perfume she wore only meant trouble and Kate scowled, then hopelessly cowered, fearing the wo