6

The eyes are the first thing I see while he stares down at me. I can barely breathe but he has a look on his face that I do not understand, he looks sort of blank, but I am scared.

For some reason I can barely even look at his face.

I am just shivering right down to my spine.

And I don't think it's because he is towering over me.

But because he had called me a name no one I knew called me currently.

Except Mother.

Suddenly, he tilts his head saying "I know you can talk Iana"

As if this knocks me back to my senses, I suddenly scramble back into the house and shut the door, locking it with it's key as I hear him chuckle.

"Iana, dear, this is unnecessary, being shy, is cute, but I like staring at your face. Especially when you sleep. Do you know you look like a rose waiting for the sun to rise with dew all over it making it sparkle as you breathe slowly, your bosoms rising beautifully. Just like a beautiful Juliet in the arms of death. Have you watched Romeo and Juliet? We should do it together sometime. Of course, when that bull of a fool is out of the way"

Somehow I know who he is referring to but I don't give any reference to the fact that I do except breathing.

I am putting my back on the door, ignoring the fact that even my body was too small, too brittle, to be able to stop anyone from breaking their way into the door yet I am panting, still staying solidly on it.

I raise my phone up, only to see there's no bars again, and even through the darkness looming all over the house.

I do not feel okay.

My mind is racing.

How can I call Pops?

He is still busy, I am very sure of that.... Yet....

"He sent me Iana" The person outside said as if he had heard my thoughts "But I am being polite at the moment. Just so you know though, I have the key to the door, so locking me out won't stop me"

I suddenly feel a pit in my stomach as he says those words "Go away!"

"Rude"

I realise here that he has a british accent that always has a layer of humour underneath it, it sounds rich and deep, something that was destined to rule and command.

God, he should leave my door.

Because it was insane! What ever humour that he had. Because I did not understand why anyone would come to my door as it was about nine pm, sounding like I was nothing short but a toy who wanted to poke and play with it as he scares the wits out of me unless he was a complete psychopath of course!

And, to top it all, he was someone I know I have never met standing at my door!

No one ever came to visit.

If they did, it was for Pops, and anyone in their right senses would ask if Pops was home and leave if they heard how scared I was.

Yet, this one was staying behind!

"Pops never sends anyone here" I say "And you won't be with the key. He never gives anyone. He doesn't trust anyone"

"Winter Lake is such a small town with even smaller people. It should just be shocking if your Father does not trust at least one person. You know, and of course, things are susceptible to change. You of all people are aware of that... Aren't you? With all that's going on at the moment?"

I feel a lump tie in my throat as I say "I don't know what you're talking about"

"Ah" I hear him laugh there, something long, something mocking and condenscing "Want to play dumb? I like that. That's hot by the way, but I am running out of patience, and you are running out of sensible words to say my dear, would you open the door, invite me in and we have a nice chat, hmm?"

"Get out!" I suddenly snap, and by the hiss I hear come from, he is not happy with that.

All of a sudden, the door is being banged on roughly, even with the hinges threatening to come off, as my body also is also taking some of it.

I can feel bruises forming while he still continues, pounding harder with every single angry word that flies out of his lips.

"Open the fucking door Liliana! Don't make me come in there and drag your hair all over that goddamn floor!"

I stand my ground, ignoring every biting pain and scary thought I was having.

I was freaking out, and I was feeling like what was outside, that THING outside,whatever it was, as I do not care if it is a human or not, is someone that my instincts did not want to know.

After a while, the banging recedes and I am breathing steadily again, while I hear nothing outside.

I begin to pray to the heavens that he is gone.

That I don't have to face some sort of creature at the moment.

But I hear it.

His chuckle.

It's low, like a sort of growl and a friendly laugh, like a beast staring at his prey, finding it's fear amusing "Do you know this is a major turn on? Your stubbornness is exhilarating. Makes me want to nail you done and punish you, but exhilarating nonetheless"

"You are sick" I hear myself spit out.

"Aren't we all my love?" He asks with a chuckle again "And I would do anything to be as crazy as you"

"I am not crazy"

"That's not what more than half this town thinks"

"Go away!"

There's silence again, and I know that tears are falling down my face on its own like waterfalls, with mw trying to sob so he wouldn't hear me.

My head was beginning to pound more and I needed a pill.

Because the pain was spreading now.

It was not just on my head anymore, but down to my body. Racking and thrashing my bones, making me suddenly start hitching.

My breath is being caught up in small breaths as my throat seems constricted while I look at the ceiling.

My eyes are beginning to have some sort of blurry vision too, and I can barely stand.

But somehow I can tell the psychopath is still standing there.

Waiting for me to give up.

Waiting for me to just let my guard down.

So I have to stay awake.

"I have aspirin Iana"

My brain jerks to that word as I mentally begin to cry now.

No...

God no.

"Your Father sent me to give it to you. He had gotten so worried about how you sounded on the phone. So he sent me to come check on you and give them to you. I am beginning to worry too. You don't sound good"

I swallow back vomit down my throat as my head begins to spin.

My hand is clammy from sweat and I can barely stand and not feel my legs threatening to give up on me.

"Please I beg of you, open the door"

His voice is different now.

Soft and soothing, laced with worry and concern.

Yet, it is not even helping to calm me at all.

It is just freaking me out as how he could have switched that immediately.

"Don't you have the key?"

Even my voice is betraying the fact that I'm not okay, it sounds low and inaudible, with certain high notes where it was not supposed to be but I didn't care.

A part of me was telling me to hold on, that calvary was on it's way.

But another part of me knew that even calvary would not move that man at my door.

"I do. I am giving you the benefit of the doubt. Trust builds relationships, you know. Come on, open it"

I use the last bit of my energy to mutter the word "Fuck you" Before I feel my knees give way.

I am falling, slowly, steadily, my head is heavy and I can barely keep up with the rate at which my body is giving way but before I can reach the floor, I feel arms hold me and wrap them around my body.

I weakly look up at this person's face, knowing immediately that it was not a creature, that whatever he was.

Was more beautiful.

More god like.

He is not a man, as elderly as I hadn assumed.

He is around my age, maybe even older with just a hear, with pale skin, even worse than mine and black hair that shone with the dark lightning of the room cause by the moon reflecting in it and before I pass out.

I notice the birthmark around his lips.

A star.

And hear him say "You need me, don't you, Iana?"

Then everywhere goes black.