Death's Call

Chapter 7.

Alex's POV:

'Hey, cous, I have good news. I just spoke with Vincent and booked you an appointment today. One thing, though. The appointment meeting starts in five hours. So get dressed and wash your hair and put on a little makeup - not that you aren't pretty already or anything. But look presentable. Who knows, maybe he could be the one. (Smiley face). Also, blow this off, and I'll kill ya.
Bye.
Love, Ivory.'

The threat was mostly why I took the meeting seriously. One thing about Ivory was that she never made empty threats. Also, there was no need to meet this Vincent guy. I kinda got the situation under control. He is just going to see me as a lunatic when I tell him what's going on. And he's going to see me more of lunatic when I walk in the room with Death himself.

"Why didn't you dress up like Ivory wanted?" Darian said, breathing down my neck. I placed the phone back into my pocket and sighed.

"Could you stop breathing down my neck?"

"Sure." He lifted.

"Because, it's a therapy meeting not a blind date." I snapped. I've had enough of blind dates in my life. Enough to make me realise there was nothing like the one.

A pair of blue baggy jeans and a white shirt was enough for therapy.

"Hey, Darian?"

"Mm?"

"I want to go in alone. Could you wait out here?" He stared at me seriously, but calmly eased up with a light smile. "Okay." 

Was it just me or was Darian getting nicer by the day? It's been long since he tried to kill me and I'm starting to get worried. So worried, I look four times before crossing the road. I have second thoughts about elevators now.  But today, I kinda let my guard down around him. Something I knew I would soon come to regret.

Shrugging his shoulders, he leaned at the opposite wall with a smirk, "go on then." I suspiciously moved to the door and tilted my head to the side, seeing his smile get wider. His red eyes glister in a sinister glow. Okay, something is definitely off with him.

I shrug with a mirroring smile, then entered to meet the famous Vincent Brassard.

Unsurprised to see that Ivory was right, like always, I sighed. Vincent was a handsome man. A very very handsome man. He looked unreal, like the type of guys that only existed in movies. His eyes scanned the book in his grasps and for a minute, everything felt like a slow-mo scene in a drama.

His phalanges slip softly against the light pages, and I felt a drool run down my lip. I may have been starring like a crazy person, but for some uncanny reason, I didn't care to look away. Its surprising how thick his muscles were to the extent of them ripping through his shirt. His forearms were so visible that I wanted to touch it. 

I shook my head, remembering my vow and purpose for being here. I gripped my knees through the jeans and murmured to myself, "So what if he's hot."

"What was that?" I looked up to find him staring at me, his gaze giving me a kind of chill I couldn't quite fathom. "Nothing. Sorry." I shook my head again in embarrassment. "So you are Alex? I've heard a lot about you. A lot." He clarified.

"Yeah, Ivory has a big mouth, so it'll be better if you don't listen to everything she says." He chuckled. He may take it as a joke, but I hoped he didn't.

"I'm Vincent Brassard." Nice surname.

"Alex Marshall."

"I heard you are having hallucinations. How are they now?" He started. Very professional. "Better, actually. It was nothing. Just...stress."