Blood, fire and death

Chapter Part 2

Aaron stood in the middle of a small room, a guest room by the looks of it. The bed, the walls the small end table, and the dresser on the far corner, they were all bland. The most interesting thing was the joint bathroom. And of course, that Aaron was in it.

How did he end up here, in a mansion surrounded by various cabins in the middle of nowhere?

Of course that was a rhetorical question, because Aaron remember the journey. Or most of it, he recalled wrapping his arms around the strong torso of the tall strangers, breathing in lungs full of that very appealing scent until he eventually hyperventilated and passed out. Drifting in and out of consciousness until he woke up here.

In a small bland room staring out of the window, past the small village to the mass green that were trees and mountains on the horizon.

He sighed, crossing his arms over his chest and shacking his head in disappointment. Never would he have thought that he was naive or gullible enough to follow a completely stranger not only home but into the wilderness.

His aunts and uncles were not going to be happy when they eventually found him.

"Hello?"

Aaron turned towards the large wooden entrance. Blinking dumbly at the stranger that peeked through. He was also tall, maybe as tall as the man with the intoxicating scent. His hair red despite his brows being blond and the smile on his face looked forced.

"I knocked" He said, stepping in uninvited and silently shutting the door behind himself. Aaron gave the window his back, turning his full intention to this new character.

"Alp-Roy ask me to check up on you" He commented, taking a few steps towards the shorter male, then seemed to rethinking his actions and instead sat on the bed, patting the space beside himself.

Aaron didn't move, his brow still raised. The stranger ran a hand through his hair.

"This is awkward isn't it? " He began, his stick like poster suddenly dropped and he seemed more relax, Aaron lowered his brow.

"The name's is Grimm, Grimm Starks. And i get this is all new and nerve wrecking, suddenly moving to-"

"You're talking like i'm staying here" Aaron interrupted, catching this Starks Grimm by surprise. He seemed annoyed by this, his green eyes flicking with rage, before a short smile pulled at his lips. But both were gone in the matter of seconds, Aaron almost thought he'd imagined it.

"You're not a hostage if that's what you're thinking." Grimm once again spoke,  this time in a comforting tone, one that hides the fact that he didn't care partially well. "You can leave whenever you like. With Roy's permission that is"

Aaron lowered his gaze.

"Roy" He tasted the name on his tongue. "Is that the name of the man that brought me here?"

"It is"

Aaron nodded, turning back to the window and looking up, but it wasn't the scenery that held his attention, but the working of his mind.

So his name was Roy, he was in charge or someone with a certain amount of power. Aaron felt the side of his lips pull and caught his grinning face on his reflection.

It was ridiculous to think that learning the name of the stranger that pratically drugged and kidnapped him was enough to ignite this feeling of flying within himself.

"-help you"

Aaron turned around, blinking at Grimm who seemed to be waiting for a response. What had he said?