His Darkest Obsession

Three{ The nightmare of her}

XANDER

There was something strange about her. I knew it from the moment I caught sight of her crashing into the water. I did not know what it was, but I found myself diving into the water to save her.

Mark would be pissed, I knew that. But I couldn't help myself. It was unlike me to bother about what other people did, but saving her was suddenly the only thing that mattered to me in that moment.

Before Mark turned to look at me, I was gone. It was strange how she illuminated the water, leading me right to her. It felt like she had called me in, like something in her had pulled me into the water, close to her.

I caught hold of her and led her to the boat. She did not thank me for saving her life, she did not bother to speak to me. I had no words to say to her, so I kept my lips sealed.

After Mark scolded me, I turned to look at her. Small, cold and beautiful. Bright brown eyes and a matching shade of brown hair. I took note of the tiny mole underneath her left nostril. Siren eyes glared back at me, hoping I would speak.

I scoffed and turned away from her. She was too young. If anything, she was a few years older than my…

I paused my thoughts.

I did not want to think about her.

We got to the shore and she insisted on standing in front of the car, even after I had gotten in.

Teenage girls and tantrums were like the numbers 5 and 6. One could not exist without the other.

I was forced to step out of the car and carry her into my arms.

However, when she held onto me and sunk into my skin, there was a domineering urge in me to hold her there, for as long as I wanted to.

I snapped out of it and avoided her gaze. If I looked into her eyes, there was no telling what I would see.

I pulled the car door open and placed her on the passenger's seat, while trying to convince myself it was her resemblance to my dead daughter that caused my heart to pound against my chest.

"Evermont Estate. House 17." She finally spoke.

Her voice was soft and husky at the same time. From the side of my right eye, I saw her keep her eyes on the road. When she turned to glare at me, I swallowed hard.

How could a teenager as tiny as herself manage to keep me at the edge of my seat?

I did not know. But I knew I had to get her to her destination as fast as possible. My wolf was beginning to rise up inside me, and that was never a good sign.

It only meant two things; she was either a threat to my wolf, or my wolf liked her.

Storm could not like anyone, not when we had only managed to get out life together.

I could not risk everything I had suffered to build for a scrawny teenager who couldn't be more than nineteen.

I stopped the car in front of the huge black gate. A brunette woman was pacing about. The resemblance in her and eye color between them told me she had to be related with the girl in my car.

The girl also confirmed it when she opened the door and jumped down, still without speaking to me.

I waited and watched as both of them reunited. The woman pulled her into a tight embrace and wept against the girl's shoulders.

I had seen enough, now I knew she was safe. My mind would now be at peace, or so I thought. Something in me told me she would continue to linger in my thoughts.

My grip on the steering wheel tightened.

I could not let that happen to me, not at all.

I started the car and reversed, driving away from the gate of the house.

One thing was certain, I had to make sure I never saw her again.

Even though the chances were slim, since we lived in the same estate and I lived only five houses away, I had to make sure it happened, one way or another.

When I got to the gate of my house, house 23, the gate opened automatically. I drove into the parking lot and parked the car.

I stepped out of it and headed to my front door. I knew there would be no one at home, I lived here all by myself.

I opened the front door, entered the first hall and closed the door behind me. In the darkness, I made my way up the stairs and headed to my room, without bothering to turn any of the lights on.

However, immediately I pushed the door of my room open, I turned the lights on.

I could not go to sleep with the lights off, I did not want to wake up from my nightmare and see darkness.

Yes. Nightmares were now a common thing for me.

Ever since I fled the Silvermoon pack to the human realm, the memories of everything continued to haunt my dreams.

No matter how hard I tried, my mind could not stop seeing them.

To fall asleep was torture, but I needed to sleep. Being in the human realm sucked my energy faster than I thought it would. It was the reason I never showed my wolf, or allowed my wolf to wake up.

I needed to be here for as long as necessary. Going home, back to the memories of my dead wife and daughter was not an option.

I fell on my king-sized bed. My wet trousers stuck to the hairs of my skin, but I didn't bother to take them off.

I closed my eyes, praying that I drifted off to sleep.

Once my eyelids closed, I saw her face again. Her bright coloured eyes, the wet oval face, the small curve of her hips her wet clothes had clung to, the smell of wet earth on her hair, the moistness of her skin.

"f**k!" I cried out and parted my eyelids immediately.

This wasn't going to help! None of it.

I had only met her once, I had saved her from whatever it was that caused her to fall into the water. I did not even understand how she was not dead.

If she fell from the bridge like I assumed she had, surviving wasn't supposed to be that easy.

Why the hell was she in my head?!

Isn't this better than seeing the faces of your wife and daughter as they cried out to you while burning in the fire? My subconscious asked me.

I cussed out loud and sat up. Burying my head into my palms and groaning in frustration.

It was clear I was not going to be able to get any sleep. Seeing her was as much a nightmare as seeing my dead wife and daughter!

I heaved a sigh and turned to my window.

It was a good thing it was Friday.

I had two days to clear my head and prepare for my first day in Everleigh High.

Yes. I had gotten a job there as a history teacher. I hoped it would be what I needed to clear my head and move on.

Move on from all the bad memories, my dead wife, my dead daughter, and the forced wedding I had skillfully escaped.