Soul Bound

Accident

Alissa's head was pounding when she woke up. She slammed her eyes shut the moment the light hit her eyes and she groaned softly. How much had she had to drink?

Carefully she stretched her hand out so as not to knock down the lamp on her bedside table to reach her phone. When her hand dropped down into thin air she figured that she must have misjudged the distance. A nagging feeling in the back of her head made her want to try again, if only to prove it wrong.

Did I re-decorate drunk?

When it happened a second time she brazed herself and pried her eyes open to look.

The room was not one she recognized. A bell started tolling in the back of her mind. Her bedroom had been stylished with trinkets, blue walls and a four post bed with black satin sheets. This room was bare except for the simple bed that she lay on, the sheets white.

Had she followed someone home? Why couldn't she remember?

She groaned.

Nothing else than to get out of here then. Perhaps find an aspirin first. Or a bottle of them.

She placed her hands on either side of the soft linen and pushed herself into a seated position. Carefully she kicked off the blanket that had got tangled with her legs. A surge of irritation went through her at how everything seemed to be moving in slow motion and she kicked forcefully to be rid off the last of the blanket.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

The low timber stopped her dead in her tracks and she quickly turned her head in that direction. Immediately she regretted it as pain bore through her skull, leaving a few stars dancing in front of her eyes.

"My head."

She clenched her eyes shut and placed her head in her hands.

Why did she recognize that voice? Was he the man that she had hooked up with? Something told her that he wasn't.

A cold hand on her wrist made her jump and she squinted to see a glas of water and a pill held out in the line of her vision. She grabbed it even before she was aware of her own intentions. The water was chilled as it went down her throat with the pill and she sighed afterwards.

"Thank you... I'm sorry but I don't remember who you are?"

She managed to pry her eyes open again and look at the man. Suddenly she was in the forest, the ground wet beneath her back. Lying on the ground he seemed bigger than ever as she saw those steel grey eyes staring down at her, accompanied with a very distinct pair of fangs.

Her heart started palpitating in her chest, like a caged bird that wanted to escape, and she felt a cold sweat break out at her hair line. What had she got herself into?

"Easy there. You had an accident and hit your head. I found you in the woods."

Her mouth moved of it's own accord. "I saw you there- I saw you- You had fangs."

Fear made her cold as she waited for him to jump at her. In her mind she saw him press her down into the mattress and tear at her throat with those teeth. Instead what she got was a laugh.

The man by her bedside laughed quietly and shook his head. With a grin he displayed his teeth to her, all of the teeth in normal size.

"You must have hit your head harder than I thought."

She could feel a blush climbing up her throat and she lowered her gaze.

Nice work Alissa. Accusing the one who saved you for having fangs like some kind of vampire.

"Sorry", she muttered out.

"Don't worry about it."

The pain in her head was lessening minute by minute and she closed her eyes to take inventory of her body. For some reason her whole body was aching in one degree or other. The soles of her feet, her arms, her legs. She frowned as she let her hand travel up to her throat where the pain was pulsating mutely but steadily.

"I think you were attacked by some wild animal or something that got spooked when I arrived."

She opened her eyes again fully to study the man in front of her. Something told her that the man was lying but in the sharp lines of his face she saw nothing to indicate that. He was sitting with his hands loosely clasped between his knees dressed in a black dress shirt and a pair of worn down jeans. His dark brown hair had started graying at the temples and his skin showed the marks of a life well lived.

What was it about him that put her on edge?

After a few seconds she realised what it was as her gaze continued sweeping over him only to reach his eyes. Even if the lips where shaped in an easy-going smile, the eyes betrayed that emotion. They reflected a grey that seemed to be the sky over an ice cold ocean. A chill went through her as she was unable to look away.

"Thank you for taking me here. I think I better get home now. I'm sure they have started worrying about me by now."

With an effort she managed to tear her gaze from his. The small lie tasted bitter in her mouth but she wasn't about to tell a total stranger that no one would miss her if she didn't come back.

"Yes, naturally", came the short reply from the man and she had to hold back a breath she hadn't realised she had been holding.

Slowly she moved her legs to the side of the bed, careful not to trigger any wounds she wasn't aware of yet. In her line of sight was the clothes she was wearing. The sweatpants were a light grey and the t-shirt was a simple pink one that sat a little loose on her.

"What happened to my clothes?"

A small pause followed that made her look up at the man again. She could have sworn that something flickered over that face of his but she couldn't identify it before it was gone.

"They were destroyed unfortunately by the animal and the mud. You can take the ones you're wearing now. My sister said she wouldn't need them anymore."

She nodded mutely and then brazed herself against the bed with her hands before she stood up. The room stayed still and she exhaled quietly. Whatever pain medication the man had given her had worked it's magic.

It wasn't until she felt his knees on either side of her legs that she realised how close to him she was standing. Her heart skipped a beat as the image of him looking up at her, those strong hands so close to her thighs, made a thrill dance through her blood stream.

No, I should not go there, she chastised herself sternly and quickly shook the feeling off.

"Did I have my phone on me when you found me", she asked as she made her way past his knees only to stand hesitantly at the edge of the bed. The simple wooden door was looming closed before her. Was she supposed to just find her way out by herself? She threw a look back towards him and found those eyes directed straight at her.

"No. If you want to call someone you can use mine."

She shook her head shortly. "I would rather just get home right now. I can call once I've sorted myself out."

He rose from the chair and she couldn't help but notice how he towered over her. It was not everyday that a man made her feel small with her 182 centimeters.

"This way."

The man passed her and made for the wooden door. She followed a few steps behind.

The door lead out into a non-descript corridor with walls painted in a light blue. There were three other doors in the corridor, all closed.

They continued down a stair case in silence. She studied her surroundings, the simple furniture placement and the lack of decorations. The lack of personal belongings everywhere as they passed another floor with a hallway and then stepped into a living room at the bottom floor.

Either he doesn't live here or he's the most boring person alive.

When they stepped out she paused for a moment as the sun lit upon her face. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a second. Part of her fear that it had all been a ruse let go.

"Over here."

She opened her eyes and saw the man standing next to a pickup. She nodded and made her way towards the car.

Time to go home and forget this whole mess.