Immortality, Love and Witchcraft

 The sunlight that found a way to penetrate into the room through the window blinds woke Carmela up. Slowly, she sat up, her eyes fluttering as she tried to recognize where she was. And as she did, she came to the realization of four things. First of all, she was not in her bedroom. Secondly, she was putting on a big unfamiliar male shirt and the only other piece of clothing on her was her panties. Thirdly, the whole room was filled with a pleasant smell that she strangely liked. Lastly, she was having a gruesome hangover from the party the night before which only got worse the moment she tried to remember what happened.   As her eyes darted from one piece of item in the room to another in an attempt to juggle her memory, a door opened with a strange man coming through.  "Oh my go... who are you?", Carmela queried, her eyes widened at the sudden presence of the strange man. Hurriedly, she pulled the blanket over her chest, staring at the strange man like he had trespassed her private space.   "Oh, you are awake?", The strange man said. "How was your night?", he asked, ignoring her own question.  Carmela frowned. The question hit her in two ways. First of all, it made her noticed he also wasn't dressed too, though he was putting on a bathing robe. Secondly, he was comfortably ignoring her question. She knew that would mean that he somehow had the right to be here. Different thoughts began to hit her, and she didn't anyone of them. What had happened last night?, She asked herself as she tried to remember. The party lights and people dancing flashed through, but every other thing from after the party still remained vague to her. "Look,.. I don't know who you are or how I got here, but can you please give me few minutes alone so I can get dressed and leave....." She frowned, her eyes darting to the face of the stranger, "Where are my clothes?." Carmela could hear her own less friendly tone as she gave him questioning look. The smirk on his lips only made her more angry. She knew what was going through his mind.    "Calm down, I am not going to hurt you," The strange man tried assuring her. "Are you hungry?", He asked, ignoring her own questions, for the second time.   "No I am not hungry. And I didn't say you were going to hurt me. I just want to leave." Carmela snapped. It was bad enough that she the whole incident of the night before was still difficult to remember. "So if you can just honour my request, that would be gentlemanly of you'". She added a smile to hide the annoyance she was feeling against herself for being in this kind of situation. She wasn't sure what made her more angry. The fact he was calm, or the fact that she was experiencing an awkward morning after a one night stand  "Alright then. I will give you the privacy you want." The strange man spoke, and then slowly began walking closer to her. He stopped moving when Carmela narrowed her glanced at him, "But only if you'd stay and have breakfast with me. I will make bacon and eggs" He said.  The moment he had started speaking slowly, Carmela knew there was something coming up. But a breakfast request was not what came to mind. Still she knew it was his ploy to make her stay longer. She arched her brow, and was about to say no when she heard her stomach rumble. And thought of still being naked in front of a total stranger made her so irked, she blurted, "Okay, but we are only going to eat, no talking, or anything at all." The most important things for her now was getting out of this awkward situation of being naked on a bed with a probably completely naked stranger standing in front her, also she was so so hungry, plus bacon and eggs were her favourite meal.  A fleeting smile lifted the stranger man's lips, and for the first time Carmela noticed his handsome face. Then he had a straight face again, he shook his head. "No. As a matter of fact, we are going to talk. we are going to talk about last night."    Carmela frowned. "What happened last night?", Carmela asked almost immediately. She felt a burning sensation in her stomach due to what she was expecting or not expecting to have happened last night. She could guess what happened last night. You probably had a memorable time, which in my case I have had no memory of, Carmela thought. She could guess the whole story. They met at the party, he wooed her and somehow she followed him here. It was not something she would normally do, but who knew how much she drank last night, besides, her fight with Steven......   Carmela frowned. She narrowed her glanced at the man. A little detail about the party had just come to her. She opened her mouth to ask him about her boyfriend, but then he interrupted her.    "Nothing much", The stranger shrugged. "I just want to talk about what you said while you were drunk."    "What did I say?", Carmela snapped her query. She frowned slightly. What the hell did I tell this man last night, She asked herself. "Tell me."   Knowing he had gotten her attention, The strange man decided to play his cards right. "Alright. Let's do it this way", He started, "I will give you some private time so can you get dressed, then we would eat and talk." He slowly moved closer to her. "Your clothes are in the wardrobe." He smiled again. This time it was a sly smile. "Miraculously clean even after you spewed vomit all over them." He paused again, extending his hand. "I am Morteaga De Lorenzo."  Carmela was reluctant to take his hand. She took a quick glance up at his welcoming smiling face and she began to have the burning sensation again. All the while he had been standing that distance away from her, the sensation had ceased, and then the sweet scent that was strangely exciting her nostrils was so subtle that she had ignored it. But now, that smell, that intense sweet smell got more intense as he got closer. So she had to ask.    "Is that scent from you?