The Phantom and Night (BXB Story) - COMPLETED

The cold night seeps into my clothes as I walk in the dark street. Slowly covered by the falling snowflakes. Wearing thin clothing as if it didn't bother me at all as I walk slowly dragging my feet to somewhere I don’t even know. My arms automatically hugs my body when a sudden gush of wind blew out. With my breath turning into thick cloud over my face. Even with all of this my feet kept on going. I walk and I walk with no destination. Will I die? Right here? I don't even know where I am or where my feet will take me. I feel so cold but my own body won’t listen.   "Watch out!" The sudden hit on my head blurs my vision further then I fell on the   cold ground.   It's cold. Mom.. Help.   "s**t, Marco!I told you to be careful. You hit someone!" I can still hear them. "It was just a human no big deal. Look, I think he's dead." "No, he's not dead. Come on let's take him to Liam." The younger boy whines then I felt a cold hand suddenly grabs my wrist and pulls me like a sack of potatoes. "Marco!" "Tsk. Then you take him! I'm going to see brother first." The younger boy runs off while the older one carries me over his shoulder. "That damn spoiled brat." He hisses through gritted teeth. I want to react since even half unconscious I felt his skin. It’s colder than the snow. Please let me see my Mom before you take me, God.     ********************   "Warm enough?" Blinking, I woke up in a pool of blankets and pillows. My eyes focus on the most wonderful pair of hazel eyes. The orange light coming from the fireplace made his skin glow in a wonderful tan but you can still see how his ivory skin was illuminated beautifully by the fire. He does not look human at all. I blink again,pulling the warm, thick blanket tighter against my body. So warm.  It smells like afield of lavender. I watch him as he is placing more wood in the cracking fire and the fire grew alive. Dancing in front of him. The light perfectly mirrored in his big olive eyes. The perfect h****n. With a perfect hair, nose, eyes and body.   Who was he? Why did he take me in? I look around. It was a huge house. A study room. His study. It was filled with tall book shelves stuck on the wide walls. Filled with old hardbound books. Huge ones. There's a huge desk with towering paper works that I think will tip off and fall if I touch it even in the slightest. The place is large and everything looks expensive. He looks young. Rich.The furniture seems like it will cost me my whole life labor to buy. It is that expensive. I blink at him when he held my chin making me look up at his smiling face. He was so close so I back away a bit. This guy doesn't know self-boundaries. He was crouching in front of the fancy large seat I was seated. A chair with red velvet satin cover and an old Victorian wood. It made me feel small, smaller than I already am. "So.. How are you feeling little one?" Little?! See? I frown at him and push his hand off me. He just chuckles at my response. "What's your name?" He ask with still a bit of laughter in his voice. I frown again almost wincing and he lost his smile. He eyed me long in silence. With only the cracking fire in the fireplace can be heard. "Can't you..speak?" He finally says making me purse my lips tightly shut. My hand unconsciously touching my throat. My voice.   Is something I lost for a long time.     He stills,straightening his back. He took in a deep breath through his nose and fix his eyes on me again. "I'm sorry.Can you write it down then?" He quickly said when he saw me near tears. I nod and his warm smile returns, standing up as he fetch a paper and a fancy looking fountain pen.  I take it as he hands it to me, going down on his knees in front of me. I place the paper on my lap and wrote down slowly in messy scribbles. He just stayed there,watching my hand move. I only learned how to write my name. That's all.  My Mom’s the one who taught me how to write my name. I can read a bit too but never had the privilege to learn.  I lift up the paper facing him. I was embarrass because the ink is all messed up and the letters were almost unreadable. I wish he could read it still though. His smile slowly stretch up from the corners of his lips and he drifts his eyes from the paper to me. "Nice to meet you, Warren." He surprised me. He could read it! Though I was more surprise on what happens next. He embraces me.Tight too, as if he didn't want to let me go. I don't know what to do or how to react, so I just didn't move and scented a strong aroma of something like an expensive perfume.Or was that just him? "I knew it was you all along. Warren. My Warren.. What a beautiful name that is." I struggle and break free from his hold. He was.. His skin.. shivering and hugging my body. He is so cold, literally. I didn't felt it immediately but his skin was really really cold. I blink but his moves are so fast. In a nano second he lifts his arms with a huge black blanket and he swings it, making it land swiftly over my shoulders, covering my tiny frame. He wraps it around me and once again he did something that I wasn't expecting a man would do for someone like me. He carries me in his arms, like a toddler. I didn't like it but I really have no choice nor can I complain about it. It is not uncomfortable though. My feet  dangles against his arm and his sudden gesture made me hold onto him with surprise. He just stands up so suddenly. Making my arms wrap around his neck for support. He smiles at me as he walk out of the study. I couldn't even admire the Palace like house. Maybe it was a Palace after all. Watching this man do all of this without me knowing the reason why makes me think but something sidetracks me from that and it is because of his icy skin. Even beneath his shirt, I can feel how cold his skin is. Now that we're outside and there is much brighter light, I can also see how paper white his skin is. Before I knew it I was already touching his perfect skin. So white. Like porcelain.  He was ice cold. He stops from his tracks and he stares at me with an unreadable expression. His eyes seems darker though. I thought they were hazel brown? I trace his cheek with my fingers,tracing a visible vein there, his skin is that clear. I already felt how chilled his skin is. And instinctively, I pull the black blanket that was on me and wrap it around him too. He watches me and his face softens and he smiles at me. "I'm not cold.Don't worry." I shake my head and hide my face over his shoulder. That was embarrassing. What the hell was I doing? He resumes from walking and pushes open a huge wooden door. I gasp at the room. It was huge!Much larger than the study. There was a king size bed in the middle of the vast room. The room looks modernized though. Unlike the study that feels more antique and vintage. There was a bookshelf again. A mini lounge area with a wide dark brown sofa and a wooden coffee table. A flat screen TV and different appliances I just saw today. Wow. It was amazing. I guess I was too busy admiring the place that I didn't notice him placing me on the bed. He turn on something and the coldness in the room was gone in a second. He had a heater? I relax in the pool of soft and warm blankets, engulfing me and I fell lying on the soft, warm bed. Sighing in relaxation, this felt like I was brought to heaven. "Warren?"I heard him called out my name with a chuckle. I was already half-asleep,sinking in the sheets when he takes all the blankets off me and he help me change my clothes. His cold fingers made me flinch. Sitting up when he pulls my shirt over my head. I let him do that and even help him take my shirt off.He smiles at me and grabs something in his walk-in closet and handed me a silky pair of pajamas. I eyed the pj’s and he smiles again. I don't know why I'm allowing him all this but this guy didn't seem like he's a bad guy at all. I'm not so sure about that but that's what I feel. "Wear it. Go ahead sleep. Tomorrow, I'll tour you around the house." I was already wearing the top, buttoning it close one by one when the realization finally struck me. I shouldn't be in here! I shake my head wildly and he lost his smile looking at me trying to figure out my actions. Shaking my head again. I held out my hand and he eyes it. Knowing he was following my gestures, I continue. I held it against my chest, shaking my head,I pointed outside the huge door. He frowns, grabbing my wrist. I wince and not by his grip but because of his icy skin. "Don't leave.Okay? Stay." He said firmly and I don't know why I was quick to nod at him. As if I can’t say no or even refuse at all. He smiles but his eyes seem to reflect differently. As if he was scared of something. What was it? He sighs with a look of relief and he helps me button my pajamas all the way. Watching him made me also wonder why I was so comfortable with a man I just met. I even let him dress me. I sunk under the thick comforter and blankets and he tucks me in. "Go rest, my Dear Warren." I blink at him and let my heavy eyelids fall as I yawn. His gestures only made me drowsier. He was gently stroking my hair and I fell asleep just like that with questions swimming in my sleep. What is this place? Who is this man?   Why do I feel so safe here?