Alpha: Twins of night

Chapter 5

Emma’s point of view

Emma wakes up with the sunlight hitting her eyes. The curtains have been blown into the side but the nights wind. She had let the window open. She gets up and goes to the bathroom. She starts thinking about all teacher that must be looking for her. What if they had called the police already. She walks out of the bathroom, picks her clothes from her yesterday, and wears them once more. She needs to buy clothes or at least her backpack. She walk out of the door looking if anyone is around. She walks towards where she remembers the kitchen to be. Her stomach growls and she looks around immediately if that psycho heard with his unique hearing. The first think it comes to her mind is ‘where is that psycho anyway?’ He doesn’t seem to be in the house, no one seems to be in the house. But she only has checked through her room to the kitchen. The house, anyways, is truly quiet. She looks around the kitchen, and as she spots the frigde she opens it looking for anything to file her stomach. She pops her head inside to make a deeper search. “I see you are awake” a deep voice says and starlets her. Her head hits the up fridge. She takes her head out and sees him starring right at her after he was looking down toward her. “Yes.” She replies and closes the fridge no having the appetite anymore. She grabs an apple anyways. She won’t get in hunger strike because of him. She bites the apple in those moments of silence. “What?” She mumbles you him, with her mouth full, as he keeps on looking at her. He suddenly grabs her apple and takes bite, close to the same side she took a bite, leaving her stunned. ‘What the?’ Although something happen between them long time ago, he did indeed in-prisoned her after years. But she isn’t trynna find an escape either. It is useless with his abilities. She is basically a human after all. A human that can give powers to others but not herself. A power she finds useless. He hands her back the apple and she just notices that he has no shirt on after minutes of trying not look away from his eyes, afraid of he may do something. She puts the apple down to the counter. “I need my clothes. Let me at least go back to grab my backpack.” She says and he nods. “Yes. You also gonna transfer rooms from today.” Her eyebrows furrow. “Why? The room I have now is perfectly fine” he walks backwards a few steps. “That room must be uncomfortable, especially the bed. You are gonna move somewhere more, comfortable” he sighs the last word out. ‘Okay?’ She doesn’t say a word but nods “Good”. He smirks for the first time and she finds him even weirder. But she finds herself even more weirder for finding it hot. She wants to slap herself mentally. She shakes her head as he sits down into a chair. She leaves the kitchen trying toward the living room. There is no door between the two rooms, only walls, but she still fills better farther away than him. She grabs the remote turning the TV on. She changes from channel to channel. She finally stops on “World of Gumball” playing. It brings back memories when she watched it as kid. She smiles for a second. The couch she sits on deepens. She looks to her side and sees Andrew close to her. He is watching the TV rather than starring at her. ‘Why does it feel like he is following me.’ She shakes the though of as she doesn’t believe it. The show continues on while she tries to sniffle laughs. She doesn’t want to laugh like the madman in front of him. “Are you hungry?” She almost said yes forgetting who he was. She looks at him. He hasn’t been too bad at her. He knocked her out, locked at her in a dungeon as she woke up there. “Yes, I am.” She finally says, giving in. He nods with an almost smirk. He walks to the kitchen with his usual cold expression. She continues on starring at the TV as she did before. She doesn’t know how much minutes oases before he came back again. He puts a plate of two traditional toasts, bread and jam, along with two glasses of juice and two glasses of water. Seems good for breakfast. “As I said before about my backpack” as she has the food on her mouth she says, he cuts her off before she finishes her sentence. “Mathew will bring it back for you later” not knowing who Mathew is she nods still “Okay”. Not soon after they finish their breakfast, she starts to walk up her room. “Madam” she hears a soft voice say. She turns around to look at a young girl. She is the maid which she met before. She continues asking but stops when she sees her talking to her. The little maid hurries to her. “Master told me to show you your new room. Please follow me.” She follows the maid towards the upper floor. Not knowing where she is about to walk in, she open the door where the maid stopped in front of. The little maid bows and leaves immediately. She gets in and looks around the room. The golden details are filled with even more black details. The black sheets in the bed look like velvet. She closes the door and all’s up to pass her hand towards them. She smiles at the softness. Her smile wipes off as she looks around. She goes to open the closet. Her eyes widen immediately. “What the hell?” She whispers upon seeing the black suits and white shirts and many more men’s clothing. She walks away closing it and hurries to the door. ‘Did she took me to the wrong room?’ “Where are you going?” As she hears the other culprit she turns around angrily ready to demand what is he trying to do. But her anger turns into a shock as she looks at his naked muscles. His hair is dripping and there is no towel around his waist either. “Ahhh” she screams putting her hands in front of her eyes turning her back on him. She is too shocked to say anything although she had seems him naked before, he had gained even more muscles. Her face to her ears are red from the sight. She hears him stepping closer and she doesn’t know if to run away or yell at him. She chooses the first one. She goes to grab the door handle when a hand grabs it first, but not to open it. His body slowly pushes hers towards the door. She feels his head now towards hers. His hot breath hits her neck, tingling her all over. She tries to shake him off but he doesn’t move and inch. He puts both hands side to side from the head, blocking her way. She stills doesn’t turn around. He stands there breathing hard. “What are you trying to do?” Her voice shaky but strong “I haven’t tried anything yet” his voice deep and hoarse. She doesn’t know how to react at this situation. She pushes him with her arm away and this time he moves away. She turns and stops thinking everything at the sight of his deep longing eyes. She touches his cheek like that night when she told him he was alright. But something feels different. She opens the door and he lets her go. She runs down the stairs leaving him there. She walks into the garden breathing hard. ‘What’s was that?’