Chapter 10: Questions

Four days. Four days of total torture, four days of restlessness, four days since I found her. My mate. And since then she's been unconscious, she's been laying still in one of the rooms. Samantha said she's got a fever, not only  that but she was bruised. She had injuries on her legs, arms, thigh and something like a stab on her low abdomen. When I heard all of that, I just wanted to bring down the house. 'How did she get all of those? Why was she in the forest?'. All this questions kept swarming in my head, and no one expect her could answer them but right now she can't.

Damon hasn't gotten anything on her, and I'm losing it. I was so close to snapping his neck the other day, like I mean it's just one girl and he can't get info about her.

I've been restless this few days, always yelling at everyone. I'm always composed but since I found her, I've been acting like a monster. I still work on the company but mostly on the mafias, I leave in the morning with her on my mind and still come back home with her still on my mind. Those green eyes. I always see them everywhere. I've seen a lot of green eyes 'A lot' but hers. Hers is just conjuring and I want to see them again.

I got home really late. Really really late. The moon was shining into the house, giving some kind of blue light. I made my way up stairs, towards my room. I took off my coat, ready to take my shirt off but I stopped midway when my phone rang. I just picked it up and growled a "WHAT" making Damon totally scared.

"Um...I found some info about the girl. I'm gonna drop it in the kitchen". He said and I hung up. Finally my questions would be answered, I made my way through the hall.

Thump, thump. Thump, thump.

The sound filled the hall. It was so fast and abnormal. I followed the sound to the furthest side of the hall and it grew 10times loud. It was a heart beat, it was so unusual, no one's heart beat was this fast. Whoever this heart beat belongs to was scared. I took long strides and it led to a door, her door. 'Was she awake? Maybe she is and she's scared'. I opened the door slowly trying not to scare her more. There she laid, eyes closed, chest heaving rapidly, hands clutched tightly and the smell of blood. Blood!!. I bursted in looking for a threat, but there was none. Why was she in this state? I walked up to her, she looked peaceful, like an angel. Her fury hair were scattered on the pillow and I just wanted to run my hands through them. There was nothing here, so whatever got her scared was inside her head.

I took her clutches hands and she exhaled deeply and released the tension on herself, freeing her hands. I opened them fully to see blood. Her nails dug into her palms deeply, leaving marks. I took both her hands and placed them in mine, I left it there for a few seconds, after that I wiped the blood off. Setting her hands back to her sides, I left the room, heading to the kitchen

The file was placed on the counter, I made my way towards it. Standing there, behind the counter, staring at the file. After a few seconds, I opened it. To say I was shocked would be a lie, I was stupefied. Just a leaf. A leaf!!!. In there was her name, age, family, residence, school, friends and that's it.

Name: Ashley Wilson

Age: 20

Family: Mr. Norman Wilson. Mrs. Sofia Wilson. Jasper Wilson.

Residence: 22 Jury Lane. New York

School: Prestige high school

Friends: Kate Blue. Philip Blue. Michael Clinton.

I felt like tearing everything. How was this the only information Damon could get on her, and this took him four to five days. There was nothing like where she came from, where she stayed before she went to New York. I flipped the page and what I saw made me freeze. There were pictures. Pictures of her family. They were dead and they were the same family, I saw days ago. 'So this were her family'. But how did she get here? Was she kidnapped?. More and more questions kept popping in, in my head. I needed answers and this file didn't answer them, instead it brought more. I wanted to call Damon but I stopped, someone was walking towards here. The person's footsteps weren't right, they were weak and soft, that I had to strain my ears to hear them. Who could be walking here by this time? I lived alone, the men were at the other house, so whoever that was here was an intruder.

I waited for the person to climb down the stairs. Once the person got to the last step, he stopped. I think the person saw me but that's already too late. I teleported straight to the person's face making her green eyes wide. Wait- green eyes. She stood there staring at me with so much fear, that I felt bad. 'But she sneaked up on me'. We kept staring at each other and I was getting lost in her forest eyes, til she slowly brought her hand up. I kept watching her every movement, her hand kept coming up, kept coming up to my face til she placed her soft hand on my cheek.

Explosives, fireworks, grenades. Those were all I felt from just one touch. Her hand sent sparks throughout my body and I'm sure she also felt them because she gasped lovely and pulled away, taking her cold hands with her. She took a step back and I took one forward.

"What are you doing down here?" I asked, making her eyes snap to my lips. 'Why did she do that'.

"You should be in bed" I continued and she gulped audibly. Couldn't she speak? Is she dumb? The thought of her being dumb gave me a strange emotion. If she couldn't speak then how would she answer my questions.

She suddenly placed her hands on her head, she took a step back and she fell. I caught her again and she was unconscious.

"Always falling" I said to no one

"But don't worry, I've always got you". I said lifting her limb body effortlessly, heading back to her room.