Reincarnate [Isaac Lahey]

Chapter Eleven

Shutting her bedroom door as quietly as she could, she stepped over to her wardrobe pulling her shoes off, "quite nice of you coming to my rescue like that," an English voice mused and she jumped, the shoe falling from her hand and landing on her toe. Grimacing in pain, she whirled around to face the other side of the room.

Isaac was sat in her reading chair, it was a dark grandma looking armchair which was tucked neatly in the corner of the room, with his arms spread out across the arms. He looked relaxed and almost like he'd been invited to sit there. "Are you serious?" She hissed, but he only shrugged with a lazy smirk. "What weirdo breaks into a girls room and just sits down...how long have you even been there?" She added on in a whisper so that she didn't wake up her father.

"About half an hour."

She repeated the words through mouthing them but didn't say them out loud before she scoffed in disbelief an irritated smile forming on her face as she looked away from him for a moment. He was once more fiddling with the rose quartz crystal and just reclining. Like he was calming down from the day's events and he was sat in peace and calm which could only be brought from being somewhere which you found the most comfortable. It infuriated her.

"You are absolutely unbelievable...and creepy. This is what stalkers and murderer's do."

"I only came to say thank you for you jumping in and being my hero love, no creepy doings here."

"You're sat in the corner of my room in the dark and you climbed through the window," she pointed out, "besides I was simply making sure that my source of information didn't die until after I'd gotten all of the information," she trailed off.

"Does that mean you trust me now?" He asked.

"You tried to-"

"Kill you, yes we've been over that many times," he mused, "but I think that's old news now."

"Murder doesn't become old news within the space of a week," she reminded and instead of answering, he pushed himself up to a stand and stepped forward until he was mere inches away from her.

Everything seemed to get a little dizzy as she met his eyes, and if it was a stare down then she worried she wouldn't win. She didn't want to lose to him. Heat rose to the tips of her ears as she contemplated stepping back; would that be a sign of submission or accepting that he was actually an alright person? She didn't want to find out and so she stood her ground.

"I think you should trust me; we could be a good team you and I," he mused and as if the words had been stolen from her she began to look around with her eyes focusing on the ceiling.

"...Well..." she trailed off. His smirk returned as he picked up her hand and dropped the rose quartz in it. As she looked down he backed away and by the time she could think enough to look where he should have been stood he was gone leaving nothing but the chill coming from the window.

Staring down at her hand she opened it up until it was completely flat and the crystal rested peacefully in the middle of her palm. It was warm from his touch and it was almost soothing. Taking a few moments to breathe she rolled her eyes and shut her hand, "prick," she scoffed dropping the crystal into her small trinket dish by the side of her bed.

Staring down at the book in her hands, she tried to think of what it could possibly mean. So she was supernatural. That had been established. What hadn't been established was what she was or how she came to be it; it was definitely due to her mother that much was evident. It brought more worries though: how long had her mother been lying for, did her dad know, could she tell her dad now, what was the lie her mother had told and finally, was everything she knew about her mother a complete lie?