Moonbound Vows

His Look

"Yes I heard someone was at the door but you?" I stopped myself from telling him how truly dead he was looking. He had only argued. Besides, there were more important questions, and I started with the most obvious.

"Why are you sleeping in the bathtub, to be honest?"

"Oh, uhm probably sleepwalking." He shrugged casually. "It happens quite often" I stared at him incredulously. "You sleep walked into the bathroom, climbed into the bathtub and laid?" In order for us to be having this conversation, one of us could probably be crazy, and I wasn't really ready to be the one.

" I don't know yet, I was just asleep." He hoisted himself to his feet and tugged his shirt smooth. He rolled his neck, stretched his back and arms, he then moved to stand close to me, a look of amusement on his face.

My reply disappeared as I stared into his face and my skin flushed at his nearness. I couldn't help but notice that he was just as attractive alive as he had been dead. Maybe more so.

"It doesn't matter, does it?" His eyes, so dark that almost seemed black, stared into mine, suffocating me with their gaze. "Uhm, no I guess not," I stuttered. Once again the world tilted dangerously, threatening to spin away from me. "You are probably hungry are you?" Shawn tore his gaze from mine and checked himself through the mirror.

It took all of my conscience effort not to follow his eyes into the shiny silver surface. I forced myself to look into the empty bathtub instead and tried to gather my scattered thoughts. "Yeah, I am sterving," I murmured and realized it was true.

Shawn nodded. "Take your shower just as you had intended to, and when you are done we will figure out about finding some food." He glanced at me once more. My face burned as I imagined that he could see through not only the sweater I clutched against my chest but all of my clothing. The fact that it didn't give me the creeps made me feel even worse.

"Okay cool," I half whispered, looking at the floor and not daring to meet his eyes.

He slided smoothly past me, his body too close for an instant, and then left, leaving me flashed and shaken. I exhaled and leaned back against the cool wall, my body feverish. A few moments ago, I had been terrified because I had thought he was dead and then I was nervous because he was alive.

I couldn't even think of the person behind our doors this early, I quickly took a fast shower, ignoring that I had heard someone at the door. I blushed furiously the whole time.

I wondered if Shawn was sitting in the motel room, imagining my nakedness, or if he had attended to the person at the door, or maybe he was busy and indifferently flipping channels on the television and wishing that I could hurry up.

Dressed and washed, I walked into the room to find him sprawled across the rumpled bed, the television remote in his hands, and his eyes trained on the glowing screen. At least had the answer to my question, though somehow it disappointed me a little.

"All done?" He asked casually and clicked the television to switch it off. "Yeah, I am as clean as I am going to get." I tried to smooth my wet, tangled hair. I couldn't help but wonder what he had done to make his hair look so nice since neither of us had a hairbrush, but it seemed too personal to come up with such a question to ask.

He swung himself into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. "Before we go, let me look at your shoulder," I moved myself to stand in front of him, my mouth dry again. I berated myself. This had to a top. I wasn't a schoolgirl whatsoever. I was an adult woman in full control of my faculties, facing a man who quite possibly was not in control of his; no matter what he looked like.

His hand caught my neck and pulled me forward so that I could bend into him. His figures were cool, but not uncompassionate he brushed my ruined sweater back from my shoulder and gazed at the bite. "Uhm it seems to be healing as much as I expected. I think a bandage will not hurt right?"

I nodded and waited for him to release his hold on my neck, telling myself that he hadn't just been trying to get a free look at my cleavages.

As if reading my mind, he let go. His eyes dropped away from mine quickly and his head followed so that he stared at the floor. I had sworn that for just a second, I had seen guilt in his eyes.

I straightened up. I no longer had an excuse to be close to him. A faint feeling of regret shimmered through me but I immediately and mentally brushed it away. "We should be going, let's get some food." He suddenly said. He stood without looking up, and I had to shuffle backward quickly.

Wordless, he headed to the door and unlocked the requisite row of chains and bolts. He opened it wide then plunged through into the gathering darkness.

After meeting such a cloud of darkness, my mind quickly came back and noted that it wasn't my father who was at the door knocking and pressing the alarm button. I was in my own world, and it was because of fear, but was it? Did you also hear the same? Could it be Mother Witch's coven? Still hunting on us?

I quietly followed Shwn out the door and wondered how we could get home when neither of us had a car, but I decided to wait until I had eaten to worry about home again. Yes, I had to take care of myself before I could think of something else, but was I really ready to get home?