Outcast

Chapter 16: Truth be told

Sam's POV

I was on my way to Alec's room. He told me that I should go to him when I would be ready. And anyway I had no intention of being alone.

I hurried up the stairs and made a right until finally I found the last room at the end of the corridor. Yeah, Alec really liked his privacy. I knocked softly and paid attention to what was happening inside. I heard the rush of water, which probably meant that Alec was showering.

"Sam, you can come in, I left the door open." he said and I gasped in surprise.

"How did you know it was me?"

"I may be telepathic and I don't know that or I could have detected your scent." he told me and along with his beautiful voice I heard ripples of laughter that made me giggle too.

I looked around me. The room was almost identical to mine except for the bedspreads, pillows and curtains. Mine were a light sky blue with fleur-de-lys all over them in a lighter shade. Alec's were a light pea green with golden fleur-de-lys. The room was covered in paintings. Some were sunsets or meadows. There was a beautiful painting of Jane who was smiling a pretty and I dare say kind smile. She looked a whole lot different that the mean snicker she would give me. I noticed that the room, though kind of mysterious like Alec looked slightly messy. There were several pieces of crumbled papers on the bed and on the floor. A sketchpad laid carelessly on the bed along with many white feathers and a thorn pillow. I decided as long as I would have to wait, I could straighten up a little bit. I gathered all the feathers and threw them away along with the ruined pillow. I straightened Alec's covers and put the sketch pad and pencil neatly in the middle and picked up the crumpled papers and put them in the bin.

Then I heard the flowing water stop and Alec came out with only a towel wrapped around his hips. Drops of water fell from his wet hair and down his shoulder and torso. He looked like he had just come out of the pool after hours of training. I breathed deeply and after a swamp of lust I looked up and smiled at him.

"I see you did some cleaning." he said and came closer to me he put a lock of hair behind my ear and trailed his fingers along my jaw.

"Yeah, I never took you as the messy type." I said.

"That was not messy, that was sparkling clean for an artist." he said.

"Sure." I said. He laughed and got some clothes out. He touched the towel but before he could loosen it, I interrupted him with my shouting.

"Stop! Alec, give me some time to get out of the room!"

"Oh, that's too bad! I would have loved to see your reaction. I'll go change in the bathroom. You're very welcome to join me." he said seductively. I had to swallow to make sure that my voice didn't crack before I answered.

"I'll pass." I said weakly. He laughed and disappeared in the bathroom. I needed something to calm down. I looked around me and the first thing that caught me eyes was Alec's sketch pad. I sat carefully on the bed so that I wouldn't wrinkle the covers. I pulled up the sketch pad and opened it. The first thing I found was a picture of a girl wearing a very beautiful crimson dress. She was leaning on a pillar in a balcony with a single red rose in her hand and in the background there was the dark night sky. Her long brown hair was flowing around her and her golden eyes lit like gems. I looked at her face and saw myself. I blinked twice but the picture never changed. I must have been mistaken. It was highly unlikely that Alec would spend his Sam-free time painting my face. I turned the page and found the same girl wearing a black robe. She was lying in a bed with a very seductive smile on her lips. The sleeve was slipping, which exposed her bra and a little cleavage. I turned the page again and this time the girl was in a meadow, wearing what seemed like one of those white Victorian nightgowns. She had a rose in her hand once more. She looked happy as a bright smile lit her face and made her look unearthly. The full moon was up and it surrounded her face like a halo. I turned the page again and this time the girl was naked, except for a white shawl that was wrapped around her, covering her breasts and hips. This time her eyes were crimson. She looked innocent but sure and ready. With her hand she was staining the shawl with blood. I shuddered as I understood the naughty meaning of the painting. White is used when you want to symbolise that something or someone is pure, untouched. The picture made me think the maiden was about to lose her virginity. I had to restrain my gasp as I looked at myself in the mirror and the picture of the girl. The similarity was uncanny. I quickly turned the page and found my face, sketched to the last detail. But my eyes were burgundy. A beautifully scary burgundy. The door opened and Alec came out buttoning up his shirt. Instead of turning a blind eye I decided to face him. I love being his girlfriend and I know that he has dirty thoughts about me, just like any guy but actually painting them!