When Wolves Hunt

Part 10

"That's not happening," I glared at the man in front of me, sliding by him.

"Why not?" His expression almost made me believe he was innocent. Almost.

"You literally kidnapped me! Why the bacon would I trust you." I looked at him bewildered that he was actually that stupid, while he just stared at me with a amused look.

"Why the bacon?"

I just stared at him. "Yes, bacon. Bacon is one of the most delicious things in the world."

He smirked. "Oh, it is?"

"Yes, yes it is."

He smiled at me. I took this time to take in his appearance. His hair was black, and not the dull black either. His hair was shiny black, and looked very soft. He looked about 6'3, and had the muscles to even it out. He was currently wearing sweatpants. Overall he was about twice my size. Now, normal people would be scared, trying to not get on his bad side. Me on the other hand, I was telling him off, hoping to annoy him until he either kills me or lets me go. Unfortunately, it didn't look like either was going to happen. I sighed and sat back on the bed, and waited for him to talk. He stared back at me. This went on for a while. I would've told you the exact seconds if there had been a clock in the room. But guess what? There wasn't.

He stood up. "Anyway, what's your name? Mine is Xavier. Please do not hesitate to tell the truth."

"Scar."

" It's nice to meet you, Scar."

I glared at him before asking to use the bathroom. He pointed at the door on the right side of the room. I ran in there and began to think. What the actual bacon is going on here? Why would he kidnap me? I'm really not that special.

He knocked on the door. "I'm coming."

Here we go.

I followed him throughout the large mansion, taking the time to stare at every nook and cranny of the hallways and rooms, planning my escape, while trying not to tip Xavier off. Although, the fact that he was staring at me the entire time and didn't bump into any was pretty incredible. I mean, how is that possible? Okay, he's staring at me, and there's a vase in front of him. He's totally gonna cra- nevermind he dodged it. What the BACON?

"Are you hungry?" He grabbed my shoulder.

I was about to say no, but my stomach betrayed me. He smiled and led me towards the kitchen, sitting me down on a stool within his reach. Grabbing a pan from the cabinet, he set it on the stove and walked to the fridge. Pulling out eggs and bacon, he smiled while going to work. I watched him the entire time, making sure he didn't slip anything into it. I looked at the food, and returned a sheepish grin, and then dug in.

He stared at me throughout the time I ate my food, now and again asking me if I wanted anything else. I shook my head politely, and finished.

"Thank you," I smiled. "It was really good.

He grinned. "Well you said you loved bacon, so I just made that"

He then led me back to the room I was in before, pointing out where everything was. He then left the room, leaving me to ponder exactly what just happened.

I began to wander the room, looking at every single thing in the room. There was a painting on the wall with a wolf howling at a purple moon. A carving of a wolf on the handle of a dresser drawer. Two wolves holding each other on each bed post. It's official. He is completely obsessed with wolves. Not that I could blame him. Wolves were one of my favorite animals, being so mystical that it was impossible to not love them.

I walked into the bathroom, stripping as I walked to the stand-up shower. Turning on the warm water, I stood there for a while, letting the water run down my relaxed muscles. Finally, I grabbed the soap next to me and began to scrub my body. Grime and dirt from the previous day washed down the drain, leaving me feeling cleansed. I smiled, turning off the water and reaching for the towel. Wrapping it around me, I stepped out of the shower and dried off the rest of my body. Smiling, I slipped into my clothes, and walked out of the bathroom. Laying down on the bed, I drifted off into a dreamless sleep.