Shadow Guy

Chapter Two

My eyes started to open slowly, and I snuggled more into the warm covers. Wait! Covers? My eyes flew open and I sat up looking around the room I was in. Where the hell am I? All I can remember is passing out and looking into these amazing blue eyes.

I was in someone's bed! I looked closer at the room. It was bare, the only things you could see in here was a chair in the corner, a wardrobe, and one bedside table. The room was dark and totally brown...but that horrible dirty brown, like something, 's so old and rotten.

I climbed out of the bed and tiptoed to the door. Oh my god! What if that person kidn*pped me!?! My heart started to bang hard against my chest and my breathing quickened. Ok, ok breathe Brie! I told myself. Look for something to use as a weapon.

To be fair this is what you get for going outside right after seeing someone staring up at your window. Never heard of stranger danger huh?

I looked around the room one more time but there was nothing. The wardrobe! I walked over to it and opened the door revealing some tops and jeans. Ok, it's safe to say it's defiantly a boy's room. Behind the clothes, a wooden pointed stick hidden.

Who the hell keeps something like this is their wardrobe? I shook my head and walked back to the door. It's long enough to hit someone across the head with so I'll take it. I opened the door and closed my eyes tightly as it made a squeaking noise.

Damn! I stayed where I was for a moment until I knew no one heard. The hallway was so different; it was painted in a cream white with two doors next to this room and three doors on the opposite side. Creepy, what kinda freak makes his room look like a cave when the rest of the house is so...elegant?

I tiptoed to the staircase and took one step after the other quietly. Just next to the staircase looked like a living room and next to it, I think was the kitchen...no it looks more like a games room. The room opposite it was the kitchen...Yes! The front door! It was right ahead of me! Ok, maybe I should make a run for it.

I was two steps away from the stairs when someone's arms wrapped around my waist. "Ah! Get your filthy hands away from me!" I yelled still trying to escape the person's hold.

"Look just stop..." I cut them off by elbowing their stomach and spinning around whacking them across the head with the stick.

Jesus Christ, did I even hurt him? He fell back a few steps, but he didn't react in the way someone would if they just got hit across the head with a flaming stick! I raised my hands up again holding the stick ready to bring it down.

My eyes widened as I saw who it was, it was the same boy from the shadow. The stick fell out my hands and then that's when I realized, he was just staring at me. He wasn't moving, he could have grabbed the stick out of my hand but instead, he didn't.

"W... what......where am I?" I shuttered. He took in a breath and came closer to me grabbing my arm and pulling me into the kitchen. "Sit." He said with his back to me. Ok, he may be sexy, but who the hell does he think he's talking to here?

Before I could say or do anything, his hands where on my waist and he was staring into my eyes. I swear they went black! But I couldn't move, couldn't speak, I was under his spell I felt lifeless yet somehow, I was lost in this swirling black water.

When I snapped back into reality, I was sitting on the kitchen counter and he had his back to me. What just happened? I frowned and looked closely at his straight back. He was even sexier when you're close to him!

I know I should be running by now, with the whole being in some guys house who you don't even know and that, but I didn't want to I ...felt safe here...safer than outside. It's something I haven't felt for ages.

He turned around with bandages and surgical alcohol in his hands. He placed them next to me and took my hands looking down at the cuts. Oh yeah, I totally forgot about them! Just then the pain hit me and I bit my bottom lip restraining the cry of pain I wanted to let out.

He started dabbing at the cuts, but the pain didn't seem to hurt me anymore. I looked back up to his pale face; he had on an expression that looked like he was trying to restrain something too. "My names James." He said out of the blue still working at my cuts.

Ok well, I might as well go with it, "My names Brie." There was a pause before his deep but soft voice spoke up again, "I wasn't trying to hurt you, you passed out, so I brought you here." I nodded not knowing what to say.

No wonder, with the whole passing out! I'm so stupid! I mentally cursed myself and in about three minutes he was done. "Thanks," I said. I was about to jump off the counter when he moved closer in. My heart started to race in my chest...he was inches from me, staring intensely into my eyes.

I held my breath in as I felt his eyes wash over my face. "Um...I should...g... go back to school...or...or.... ho... home." I could barely whisper! I don't know him and he's this close already to me!

His hands tightly wrapped around my waist and he pulled me down to my feet. His hands remained there for a while before he let go and went to put the stuff back. I sighed and then suddenly I remembered bleeding like crazy from my head.

My hand snapped up and I touched the back of it, nothing! But there was! I swear there was! "What you are doing?" I heard his voice come from the door and I spun around feeling like a total dipshit.

"Um...I had a huge cut on my head and... now it isn't there" I said looking into his electric, ocean-like blue eyes.

He ran his finger through his sort of chocolate light brown hair and walked towards me but stopped after a few steps. "There wasn't any cut before and there isn't any cut now" I looked at him with my mouth wide open before I ran past him and into the hall where I looked in the mirror with great difficulty.

There isn't a cut! Bu... but there was! I know there was! Oh, Jesus Christ, I'm not just a freak but now I'm crazy too. Wonderful, anything else wrong with me? I sighed and walked back into the kitchen, "I'm gonna leave now.... but thanks for everything." I said turning around.

"Holy s**t!" I cried jumping back with my eyes wide open. He just appeared in front of me like before except this was like impossible! He was in there a second ago and now he's just in front of me holding my bag in his hands with an expressionless face on.

"How did you do that?" I asked taking my bag from him.

"Do what?" he asked slapping on a wicked grin,

"That! You were just in there and then...." I was cut off by him pulling me into his embrace, I immediately shut up he pressed me harder against his chest.

What the f**k!?! I DONT KNOW HIM! But this felt...right, the feel of his arms around me. My heart started to flip flops and then things went creepy. He started.... smelling me! He was taking in my scent. What the hell's wrong with this guy?

Part of me wanted to pull away and run but the other part was happy to stay where I was. In the end, I heard him groan and then he spoke too quietly for me to hear, but then he got louder, and it turned into a roar, "Get out of here, now!"

I jumped out of his arms and looked up at him.... his...his eyes they were...re...red with green pupils! Just like the thing in my dream. I ignored that fact stupidly and just ran out of his house. I could feel his eyes on me as I ran until I was out of sight.

I don't even know where I'm going! I need to stay away from him, I mean first the speed then the strength and then the whole changing eye color thing what's next? I ran faster and faster before I had to stop and walk. How can someone change their eyes?

Ok, I'm officially crazy! I put that thought aside and thought of something else. Plus, he's a jerk I mean who comes within kissing distance with a girl who you've just meet then start staring at her like you want to eat her? Then....then pull her into a hug! It's like he uses his charms to get his way, well not with me! Stuff him!

I went home instead of school, way too much going on. When I got home Peni wasn't home, so I ripped up the piece of paper and went straight to bed. As I lay on my bed thinking, I can't believe I'm about to say this but thinking of James, I remembered getting some sleep without the nightmare. I slept fine over there.

I sighed and turned on my side bringing my knees up to my chest, a smile formed on my lips and I felt...happy. Someone else who's weird like me...ok maybe a bit weirder but hey, I don't care.... he just has some issues to get straight.

And ok I keep thinking about him kissing me and..... doing stuff to me, I've never imagined that with another guy before in my life! What the f**k has he done to me...I'm most probably a bigger freak now than before.

Oh well, all I have to do is get through school tomorrow and then who knows? maybe I'll see him again. I wonder what school he goes to.