Christine

Chapter Two

When Christine woke up she woke up to the soothing smell of lavender and ... Clone? Her father never wore clone. She took a moment to think before opening her eyes. It felt so good to lie in the warmth of this fuzzy blanket, it seemed to radiate heat but she knew her family didn't own any electrically heated blankets. She thought a little more, she couldn't remember past when... Her eyes snapped open and she sat up as if a pin had been poked in the middle of her back after remembering the man, especially his face, it was the most handsome face she could ever imagine. His eyes were a gorgeous green, his hair in wavy copper locks which complemented his pale blemish free skin, his chin came to a gentle point. Yet his smile goodness his smile, his teeth were what had made her pass out. Each one was beautifully white and ended in a perfectly sharp point, they fit together like nothing she had seen before, and that was the last thing she could remember.

Then she thought to look around. She was absolutely terrified to find that she did not recognize her surroundings. She was sitting on a window seat looking out on the city of Manhattan, or so a billboard had said. That was somewhat comforting, for her family lives in a home along the outskirts of the city. There was a bookshelf on each side of the seat, a wood floor, pristine white walls, and a desk on another wall. Then he walked into the room, he was wearing a skin tight Mickey Mouse tee shirt, Adidas Tennis shoes, and sweat pants, she shrank up against the window trembling with fear. He backed up a little, held his hands up in an I surrender type gesture, "Don't be afraid I won't hurt you". He pulled out the desk chair "My name is Ezekiel" he said "But you can call me Zach." After a moment Christine decided to speak. "So...Zach, How did I happen to get here?" She raised one of her eyebrows as he opened his mouth. "After you passed out I carried you to my car, and drove you to my apartment" As he continued to talk Christine was looking at his mouth, eyes open wide.

His teeth were just as she had remembered them, sharp and they perfectly fitted together each time they met, then he stopped talking. She looked up at his eyes "It's ok," he said "You don't have to tell me your name." Christine shook her head, "Sorry." She apologized "I'm Christine," she said with a slight smile "Why were you following me?" He then replied quite happily "I take walks around the city every morning when few people are out. I was curious why a young lady like yourself was walking alone in the dark on such a rainy day," then smugly added "Being the gentleman I am I wanted to offer you a rain free option to go wherever you were headed and meanwhile find out what you were doing." Christine decided to ask an off topic question based on one of her previous observations "Why are you so pale?" he responded with a longing look at the door then cleared his throat "It's a, uh complicated medical condition..." he paused a moment then looked at her again "Would you want a drink or something to eat, maybe a phone?" She blushed knowing she had asked an embarrassing question of him "No thank you" She murmured then looked at her toes, still in her muddy tennis-shoes. They stayed in the awkward silence for a few moments "How long have I been out?" she asked suddenly looking up. He lifted a corner of his mouth awkwardly. "It has been about five hours,"