date me?

23. matching me, right?

Erela's POV :

Yes.
My stalker is still stalking me.
And actually something bizzare, something absurd and just creepy happened.
I... I saw him.

Flashback starts ~

I am wearing a dress which Zion gifted me the other day.
A black mini dress with black heels and my hair is down and I'm wearing very little makeup. I'm wearing only my silver rosary and a simple bracelet which my mum gifted me, also carrying a mini dior bag.

Me and Zio had a date today in the evening. We will be going to a new restaurant that recently opened up in my area so we thought it would be nice to check it out.

I am right now in the car with him and he's matching me, he's wearing a black shirt, sleeves rolled up and black formal pants with a pair of black shoes. His hair is slicked and styled, which honestly looked so hot and he's also wearing a watch which looks expensive as heck but I can't figure out the brand name which is quite uncommon for me as I know quite a lot about fashion.
I love fashion.

"I think you'd like to click some pictures there, it's quite a pretty and exquisite place." He says, looking at me and then back at the road again.

"My type?" I ask, meaning if it's my type of a place or not.

"Not really but just like your style today." He says, smiling.
Probably happy because he understood the question right.

I nod.

~

He looks at me like I'm only thing left to see in the world.

Oh, how more in love do you want me to be?

~

Our date went really good and peaceful, even though there were other people there still it felt like it was just the two of us.

I am so happy.

But anyways,
He drove me back home and I'm just going inside my house, when I turn and wave him 'bye' and he waves back, blowing a kiss in the air.
I gesture him to leave and not wait as he's waiting for me to get inside.
He does after he waves 'bye' again.

That's when I'm dragged by my waist and pinned to a wall, which I think is my house's walls but it's not the front side.

I open my mouth to scream because I obviously don't know, who this might be. Someone's hand is placed on my mouth to stop me from saying anything.

"Hey eerie." He says.

And I understood.
I understood who this is.

My stalker? Perhaps?

This is bizzare I've never actually seen my stalker and he's never actually followed me around, I mean prolly he might have but it was never that noticable. This time it looks like he wants to be noticed.

Thankfully because of the light I could figure out his features.

He was wearing an all black outfit, black hoodie and black sweatpants.
His hoodie's hood covering his face.
But as he is much taller than me I could see his face except for the fact that he's wearing a mask and I could only see his eyes. He had light pale blue eyes. They look like they are haunted, so clear like the sea, except I wouldn't drown in them.

"I love the eerie look in your eyes and face. That's exactly the reason why I call you eerie, my love. You look hauntingly beautiful." He says, his voice deep and hoarse, extremely heavy.

"Where were you, baby?" He asks, in such a way as if he's my lover, so gently but ofcourse, his voice denies that fact and his intentions as well.
Even though I'm not aware of it, I know it's not anyway near to good or even close.

"On a date?'' He asks, more like adding into his question, more like answer his own question.

I try to hit him with my hands, pushing him suddenly so that he doesn't expect it and I can get away from him.

"Uh - Uh. Don't." He says as he grabs my hands with his one hand, still holding my waist with the other one.
He gets closer than before placing him knees over mine, prolly knowing that my next move will be to hit his legs.

Smart.
Creep.

"Oh, look you're shaking. Come on, eerie." He says.

"Don't go on any dates. Don't even get near a man. If I catch you, anywhere close to a man. It won't end up good. Got it?" He says.

I nod, quickly agreeing.
Even though I'm not that easy to get a way with, especially in this situation.

"What's up, baby? You don't answer my texts?" He asks, tilting his head.

"You will from now on right? Otherwise I have pictures of you, not very appropriate but good for blackmailing. I can send them to your loved ones." He says.

I nod again.
You freaking creep, I'm reporting to the police about this.

"And don't you dare, tell this to anyone as much as I would like you mentioning me in every conversation of yours but we can't do that, right? Definitely not right now, perhaps in the near future." He says.

The only time, I'll mention you in any of my conversation is in the court where you'll be imprisoned, you arsehole.

"What, baby? speechless? Got no words to say?" He asks.

You literally have your hand on my mouth.

"Anyways, I'll see you soon. Till then bye." He says.

He gets closer and then whispers in my ear "Good night. Dream of me. Just like I do of you. I'll haunt you just like you haunt me, eerie."

He then walks away.

I want to scream and yell out loud and tell the whole world about his disgusting words that he said to me, just now.
But I can't.
I just look as he somehow vanishes into thin air or am I out of my mind?

I get back to my house.
And directly go to sleep.

He looks familiar, my stalker, he looks familiar.
Just can't figure out, who.
Wait, I think I know.
No, that can't be.

Who the actual heck are you?

Oh Lord.
Please save me.