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He inches closer, a single finger roaming her heated skin. Breath mingling with breath. 

A loud bang vibrates through the room, so thunderous as if god himself was furious.

Slowly he looks up staring out the large glass windows to the backyard, 

"You have a visitor." His rasps calmly.

"Who?" Rose quickly fires, feigning ignorance. She knew well enough who it was. Her nightly visitor has arrived.

Surprising, He only visits when she is alone.

"One who comes out at night. Lurking in the shadows, in the darkness... just like its intensions."

He looks down still leaning on top her, once more pinning her with his intense gaze.

"Are you afraid?" His voice dead serious, eyes going back to look outside.

And Rose lied, "No." 

But is it a lie when her fear was never really rooting enough to make her run the other way but instead often getting mixed with exhilaration.

"You should be."  

He leaves her staring wide eyed on the sofa and goes to stand before the glass panes.

"It's not happy to see me here. I can see the raging pits of fire in it's gaze. Ready to burn me right where I stand." he chuckled, sounding most sinister, "It definitely wants to rip my innards out."

"You should take off your shirt." He suggests casually.

"Excuse me?"

"Let's see if it riles him up even more to shatter instead of just slamming the windows like a wuss." He rouses under his breath, his excited provocative tone not escaping Rose's attention. 

What the hell is he up to?

"This isn't funny." Rose sputters out, standing up from the couch.

"I'm not trying to be." He faces her again, sporting a deadpan face. 

"Whatever. You think I'm one of your stupid fan girls to take my shirt off just because you want to rile someone up? Besides, there's probably no one outside and you're only making it up to see my boobs like a pervert."

His eyes roams her from top to bottom, there was distaste evident in his gaze.

"When he comes at night and leaves a little something for you, maybe then you take off your clothes for him... like a slut." Rome stared into her eyes with nothing behind those icy orbs to show for a lack of meaning behind his words. Because he means every single thing he says to her.

"Get. Out. Now!" Rose boomed furiously. 

"Whatever, I was leaving anyway. This has become boring." He walks towards her front door.

"Wait. How do you know he comes at night and leaves something?" her eyes narrow.

"Because I've seen it before."

"You saw him? It is a real guy?" Rose wanted to confirm, for some reason she thought otherwise.

"I never said I saw him. I've only seen it happening to someone else." 

"Whom?" 

"You don't need to know." He closes off.

"Then at least tell me what happened to her? Can I meet this person?" 

"You can't." Refusing calmly he was almost out the door when Rose pleads against hope.

"Please."

"You can't because she disappeared." Those were the words that finally did it. Brought her racing heart and buzzing head to a sudden halt. "Never to be seen again." 

 "When he stops visiting, that's when you should be most afraid." His words rang like a siren in the silence of her mind as he left.

Now she felt true fear for the first time.

==

In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. 

Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. 

For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. 

In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue.

And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. 

With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her.

Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?

He Comes At Night

This is exactly the opposite of what I wanted to happen.

I wanted to avoid him. Maybe hide for a bit—long enough to figure out why he's even here and what he wants. I wasn't expecting to see him at all, let alone this soon.

But, because my life is a sitcom where the universe's favorite joke is me, here we are.

And honestly? I don't even know why I felt such an overwhelming need to avoid him.

Maybe it's the way he stepped out of that car like he owned the entire town. The car, by the way? Total badass. Him? Bad and ass.

Then his voice reached my ears. A voice I wasn't ready to hear again. The voice that made hiding pointless.

I turned around slowly, pulling together whatever shreds of composure I had left. No way was I letting him see the sheer disappointment plastered all over my face.

He doesn't need another stroke to his already gigantic ego that he can invoke any emotions in me at all.

Ethereal, self-assured, and with stoic little judgmental gaze so insufferable it should be illegal.

The way he looked at me? As if I'd been waiting around all morning just for him to grace me with his presence.

Our eyes locked, and, to my utter frustration, those icy blue irises reeled me in again.

Before he could open his mouth and probably say something infuriating, I snapped, "You."

I tried to pour as much venom in my words I could. His tone of detest didn't fly over when he said the same to me.

He needs to know I detest him back, though haven't got a clue why except for the fact he does and does it very vocally.

A moment passed by and the two of us only stared at each other.

His face as always a mask of indifference like he doesn't care if there were not a single girl that passed him by who didn't either do a double take or outright ogled at him till they almost tripped over; some guys too.

Gosh, I hate my introspection at times.

Oh, we were off to a great start.

He just stared at me, so naturally, I had to keep the ball rolling. "I see you're still looking pissed. For no reason, again." I said dryly, crossing my arms over my chest.

"And I see you're still being reckless," He shot back without missing a beat in his same baritone that ruffle my nerves a little too much.

But being called anything that doesn't make you feel self-assuring doesn't feel good, no matter how attractive the voice.

A string of very creative phrases dangled on the tip of my tongue, begging for release, but I swallowed them down.

Civilized people don't start yelling profanities in broad daylight. Unfortunately. Sometimes, some people just have that effect to make you wish we were Neanderthals'.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, opting for the safest weapon: ignorance.

"What are you doing here, anyway?" I looked him up and down, finally taking in his attire up close for the first time. He seemed effortless but composed at the same time.

20. The Hot Stranger (Part 1)