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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?

"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 a field 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 heroin.

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.. I shiver and hug

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! 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?