Chapter 4

Damien had taken me into his home. I still had questions as to how he managed to build a cabin in but a day. Those weren't the only questions on my mind.

Damien walked into my room with food in a metallic plate.

"You're awake," he said a cheerful smile on his face.

"Yes. You have a nice cabin." I told him observing the perfectly chiseled wood. The designs were magnificent. It was still a mystery as to how he managed to build something this beautiful in a matter of days.

"I made you some food. In case you were hungry." He said as he set the plate be the side of the bed. Then set at the feet of the bed.

"How did you sleep?" He asked.

"I actually slept well. I don't remember the last time I slept that well."

I admitted.

"That's good now eat up. You'll need the energy. If you need anything else I'm in the next room."

He said as he planted a gentle kiss on my cheek then got up and left the room.

I took the plate and took a brief look at the contents of the plate. It contained freshly baked bread. Eggs and cheese on the side.

"Wow. I'm surprised he even knows how to cook." I said out loud.

Then I heard a voice from the next room."I heard that!" I simply smiled and ate the food at a normal pace. I then got up and left the room. My plate in hand. My body still sore from the previous day.

"I'm done."

I said as I headed over to the living room. I saw Damien sharpening his sword whilst sitted on his stool.

"Oh. You can just place that anywhere I'll wash it later."

He said as he continued sharpening his sword then he brought it closer to his face and observed it. Then place it on the ground and stood up to face me. The plate still in my hand.

"When did you build this?"

I asked him extremely curious as to his answer.

He chuckled then took my hand gently and led me out of the cabin.

Once we were out I properly observed it and it was truly beautiful. Not even ten men could build something this beautiful in a day.

"Again I ask when did you build this and how?"

I continued asking.

"I have a lot of free time and I'm a very strong man."

He teased as he flexed his muscles. Then he smiled. I stood there not believing for a second what he just said.

"Even if you are strong. No such feat can be achieved in a day."

I told him.

"Remember the day we met?"

I nodded.

"I had just finished building it then. It took me almost a month to properly build it."

He admitted.

"Then why is it that I had not seen you before then?"

I asked once more.

"I had been used to staying alone and I told myself I first had to finish building this before I interacted with anyone else."

He stated.

"How did you survive?"

I asked once more.

"I am quiet good at hunting and defending myself."

He answered.

"Hmmm." I responded. Some of my questions having been answered.

"Is that all?" He asked me.

"For now."

He and I took a stroll through the woods and he would spend every few minutes observing me. My face more specifially and he held a journal of sorts. It had a black hide cover and he had what looked like a quill but only more thick. It was black. I think he called it a pen.

He kept scribbling in that journal of his.

"Might if I see what you keep writing in that journal?" I asked him in hopes he might agree.

He gave it to me and I saw sketches of me. They were beautiful. He perfectly captured me. I looked at them in awe. His face was as always with an unreadable expression. It seemed as if he knew how to hide his feelings.

"They're beautiful." I said as I looked up at him

"Well I had the perfect muse. You."

I blushed at the statement. Then he went ahead of me his face now serious.

"I need to tell you something..."

He said. I was focused on him but just as he was about to open his mouth we heard screaming. Both Damien and I ran to the source. It was a dark haired woman. I knew her. Her name was Elizabeth. She was pointed to a bloody dismembered body near the woods. It looked like little Jeremiah. He was Victoria the seamstress' child.

"Oh my God."

I said putting my hand over my mouth. Shocked by the gruesome sight. He was most likely attacked by the creatures the hunters always talked about. They had plenty of names for them. Beasts, Demons, Wolves but most preferred to call them Werewolves.

"Quickly Elizabeth run to the village spread news of this to his mother. Bring the hunters." I said to her while holding her shoulders. Tears streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably.

"I-I... He was..." she said unable to formulate a proper response.

"I know just go." I said as I pointed her in the direction of the village and then turned back to Damien.

Damien stood there staring at the body. I could see the anger in his eyes. I could feel it emanating from him.

"Damien?"

I called to him. He didn't respond.

"Damien?!"

I called louder then he finally snapped out of it and faced me.

"I need to go. I'll see you at the cabin."

He said leaving me at the scene of the crime. I was confused as to why he'd run off like that. There was something eating him up. I knew it and I needed to know what.

Victoria and the rest of the village arrived at the gruesome site. Victoria recognized her son and dropped down to the ground and wailed in grief.

"Jeremiah!!!"

She called out. Her eyes red and tears following down her cheeks.

What did this?

Whatever it was Damien knew about it and I had to know exactly how much he knew. The village might've been in danger.