surprise visit

Chapter 14

I sighed in relief that I was finally getting under the warm covers of this king sized bed. I closed my eyes ready to absorb the warmth and sleep.

A striking stabbing pain made its way to my abdomen that my eyes snapped open. I threw the blanket off me feeling the wool burning into my skin.

What is happening?

I crouched into a ball sliding off the bed to the cold hard ground hoping for the pain to stop.

And just as I wallowed in the deepest depths of the intoxicating penetrating abyss, a loud knock thundered at the door.

The clock on the little drawer by my bed read 10pm. Who would be coming to see me at this time? Was I being followed?

Maybe it’s Mr Black checking up on me?

I still couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that my privacy was jeopardized. Did he follow me?

Maybe to make sure I was safe?

I crawled onto my feet and grabbed my white robe that hand off the bed. It reached to my knees enough to cover my pyjama shorts. I winced with each movement swallowing back the cries of pain ready to erupt from my throat.

Taking delicate steps to the door, I tried my best to breathe in and out slowly. Doing my utter best to endure this torture.

Unlike at the pool, this pain did not subside after the first few minutes. What is going on with me? It conquered my abdomen like its new colony burning my insides like a hurricane. I don’t think any of my period cramp could ever amount to this.

I opened the door just a bit and stared out only to find dark blue eyes staring back at me. I gulped.

“WH-what are you doing here?” I asked clutching tighter at my never ending aching abdomen, “How did you know I was here?”

Believe me I didn’t mean to sound rude and mean but I was in no physical position to be polite let alone try to fake it.

He smiled nervously scratching the back of his head, “may I come in?”

“No.” I said in a heartbeat. His eyes immediately flashed hurt and I immediately regretted It., “I mean… it’s not a good time right now. What do you want to talk about?” I said biting my lip as another wave of pain rushed through my body.

“Are you okay?” he asked concern evident as he stretched out his muscular arms to hold me. I winced back and clutched my abdomen. I looked back at him only to find his eyes so dark almost black as he held his hands into fists. He took in deep breaths as if to calm himself down.

“Can I help in any way?” he said huskily, “I mean if you wish?” I gazed at him very confused.

“What can you do?” I asked curiously. Even I didn’t know what was going on inside me to figure out a solution.

He opened the door wider to let himself in. I didn’t have it in me to protest. He moved toward me and brought me closer into his chest.

Jolts of electricity run through my body like an agent cooling all the pain. My body relaxed in his touch as he breathed in my scent. His face lingered in my hair while his hands massaged my temples. I resisted the urge to moan at the pleasure. His hands went to my sides roaming them like my body was his. I shuddered once his lips made in contact with my neck and traveled up my jaw.

I unconsciously pulled him closer gluing my body to his as my arms wrapped round his torso. It was hard as I expected and strong. He finally turned to look at me. His eyes gazing into my soul. I drowned in them. His face lowered to mine longingly staring at my lips.

“Do you feel better now?”

His voice cut through my thoughts and I shook my head clear stepping back to put some distance between us. It was now that confusion conquered my thoughts even more. How did he stop the pain? Why did he have to be close to me? And the scariest thing right now is that he knew where I was.

I walked past him and shut the door making sure to lock it before turning back to him with a stern expression. Tonight my questions are getting answers. I don’t know how but I know that he knows what’s been going on these past few months and I know it has to do with me.

“What just happened?” I asked. My voice was raised and I know it came out as a demand, “what just happened here?”

He looked at me then down then at the walls and around the room before setting his on the door.

“Don’t even think about it,” I spat, “you have to answer me, Felix.”

“What just happened?” I asked through gritted teeth.

I heard him sigh before running a hand down his face then staring back at me, “could you please tie that robe well then we can sit and talk.” he asked.

I then noticed that the robe was revealing a little of my shoulder and upper left breast. I blushed and covered it up and directed him to the large couch in the living room after switching on the lights.

He got comfortable and turned to me his eyes suddenly adoring almost wanting as he tapped the spot next to him. Almost as if that spot was meant to be mine for a long time.

I made myself comfortable about a metre distance from him. I didn’t fail to catch the frown on his face at the distance between us.

“I would offer you something but I just moved in so I am dry.” I broke the silence, “so…I need some answers.” I stated getting right to the point.

“Fire away.” he shrugged and leaned back into the chair, “I am completely gonna be honest with you.”

“No matter what I ask?”

“I am here to listen to you.” He said sounding so honest I found it hard to think he could be lying.

What happened to the cold Felix?

“What happened to my parents, the Canes?” I asked then gulped getting used to the fact that they are now gone.

He cleared his throat and looked at me straight in the eyes as if afraid that I would run away or disappear from him in seconds.

“They were attacked by an animal, a wolf.” He said quietly, “this wolf didn’t escape from the woods. It…wanted something.” he said slowly.

I coughed down the waterfall of tears, “why do you refer to it like it was human or something. It’s a wolf. And why would it want something from my parents?” I squeaked.

I gulped down again very afraid of what I was gonna hear. The answers I need to understand.

“It’s because he is. This wolf is a human. Most precisely a werewolf.”

My eyes snapped open and I glared at him in disbelief, “do you take me for a fool? Do you expect me to believe that there is actually such a thing as a werewolf?” I yelled.

“I can’t believe I thought you would actually give me answers.” I muttered burying my face inside my hands, “unbelievable.”

“Crystal, I am not lying. Listen to me and I will give you all the proof you want, “he explained, “but only of you listen to me.” He stated.

I looked up to find his eyes pleading. Begging me to let him finish. I decided to nod any way. I mean this isn’t the craziest thing that has happened so far. So why not just listen to what I asked being answered even though this story totally sounds made up.

“The person who stabbed you and the one who tried to take you out in the hospital. They both work for him. He wants to get some sort of revenge. We haven’t exactly found out what he wants.” He explained.

“It’s the same person who knocked us down three weeks ago?” I asked to try to understand and he nodded, “so am I the one he wants?” I asked but I am pretty sure I knew the answer to that question already.

“Okay… I am wanted by a werewolf,” I said to get things clear, “it’s…strange.”

“And also umm…why are you here?” I asked honestly, ‘out of the guys, you showed the least interest in me so why are you here?”

He sighed again before taking a deep breath.

“Believe it or not. I care about you more than I would like to admit.” He said quietly, “you are something special to me and I have gotten to observe and know you these months and I really like you.” He said.

‘But how when you act so cold around me and you didn’t even come to see me at the hospital. Why?”

“Umm…I was scared.” he started, “I was scared to come in because it was my fault you got hit in the first place.” He bowed his head low in guilt. My eyebrows furrowed not understanding.

“Crystal, I know you feel a connection between us. A pull should I call it, some sort of unexplained attraction.” He said, “when I look into your eyes I feel them searching through my soul wanting to unlock all the secrets I have never told. I feel them roam inside of my body taking me in as yours and no one else’s. It’s more intense for me because…”

He paused stopping short of what he was gonna say. I stared at him in disbelief. He felt the connection. The sparks every time we touched. The warm feeling that enveloped me when we had that first conversation. The smile I got when he actually began to speak to me. Is that what he meant?

“Do you like me, Crystal?” he asked bluntly, “have you ever felt any attraction toward me?”

I nodded honestly thinking about all the times I did.

But what I’m still not getting is why it’s all happening.

“But why do they want me dead? Who are they? And why do they keep attacking me?” I asked changing the topic because I honestly thought I couldn’t handle how hot this place was becoming.

He cleared his throat almost as if trying to cover up yet another of his deep throaty growls.

“How long have you had that?” I asked suddenly. He looked up at me in confusion.

“Had what?’” he asked.

I pointed at his throat to try to explain what I meant by moving my finger around and rubbing my throat.

“That cough of yours. You keep growling all the time. How long have you dealt with it?” I asked.

He looked at me and laughed darkly staring at me with so much intensity that it hit me with waves of so much sadness. So much depression and anger.

“It’s a part of me,” he said at last very quietly almost inaudible.

“Crystal, I know you won’t believe me…” he paused gazing at me with so much vulnerability. I saw myself at his feet kneeling before him, my hands clasped in between his.

It’s like my body wasn’t mine anymore and yet for some reason… I didn’t wanna pull away. Something about his warm hands surrounding mine felt right, felt like it was meant to always be like this. Call me girl high on drugs but I feel like he is way more than he wants me to know. And I want to be part of all of him.

I have to understand what is happening so that I get my feelings in check. This is getting to weird too understand.

At that moment I felt a drop hit our intertwined hands. I looked up to a find a tear tracing down his cheek. His gaze was still locked on me. I couldn’t find words to say. I didn’t know what to do. What was so wrong in telling me anything that is making him cry?