Mercy

Part 17: Early Morning

I almost ran back to my house. I quickly did my hair and made sure that I didn't look a mess. It was important to look like I hadn't been sleeping though. Autumn had to understand the distress she was putting me under. I made sure that my hair was perfect and my face clean. I put on joggers, but not the ones I usually slept in but the ones that matched. High waisted loss fitting pants and a more cropped top. It looked casual but it was not. I drove to her apartment. I had never been invited over but I had saved her address after my first inkling of interest. I wasn't obsessed, I just wanted to check out the neighbourhood. I wondered if she knew where I lived, I assumed so but I had no way of confirming this. How much time did she think she had before I would be there?

I parked along the street right outside. It was an old cobblestone street, and the street was lit by lamp posts that at least looked to be from the Victorian era. It was a good place to live for a single woman, expensive and it suited her. There was no lock on the door to get into the stairwell, that was the blessing and curse of old houses. I walked up and knocked on the door. She took her time and I found it intriguing. There were two alternatives, either she consciously placed herself as far away from the door as possible to not seem desperate or she was close to the door and just stood there and waited, making me wait; both were interesting. As she opened the door I tried to gauge her breathing, had she run across the apartment or been stationary. I couldn't tell.

"Great" She sounds sarcastic and annoyed. God, she was hot. She walks into the apartment and I walk after her. It was enough of an invitation and I am not a vampire so I made myself at home. I closed the door, locked it and put the security chain on it. I didn't want someone to come in and disturb us. Her apartment was spacious, high ceilings and big windows. Her living room was huge and the kitchen was partitioned off by an industrial style glass wall. Everything was black and white and it was very Autumn. The door to her bedroom was closed and there were three other doors so it really was a huge apartment, way too big for her. I glance into the kitchen and I see two empty wine glasses. "What do you want Amelia?"

"Did you have someone over?"

"Stop trying to turn this around. What do you want?" I walked up to her and really looked at her, she was pretty and it made sense that she wouldn't sleep alone if she didn't wish to.

"Oh, are they still here?" I smile and I start to wake towards one of the closed doors.

"No one is here, Amelia" I loved it when she called me that. I really did prefer my real name but Amelia was distancing me from my relationships and that had a function as well. I opened the door anyway and she had been truthful. I could tell that someone had been there though. I thought of the kind of person Autumn would bring home. I realized that I had no idea what she liked, well... Once upon a time she liked me. Did she enjoy women or men the most? Did she like them soft and pliable or hard and dominant? I walked back to her. I felt like I was a lion and she was my prey, I loved this feeling.

"Was he good?" She glares at me. That is what she looks like when she is annoyed. There was no guilt or avoidance. "Aha... Was she good? A one night stand I assume?" I can see a twitch and I knew that I struck a nerve.

"I am not the one with commitment issues. Tell me what you want or leave" I laugh at this.

"Yeah, no commitment issues" She walks to the door. "Wait! Sorry" She stops and turns back. She takes a seat on the couch and she waits, she waits for me to speak. "Remember when we were kids?" I sat down beside her.

"Unfortunately" I forgot how funny she was. I smiled and I think that she almost did as well.

"Roger asked me to play spy for him sometimes" I was cooking up a story and I didn't know where I was going. It had not occurred to me just how ill prepared I had been for this. I should have thought it through but then I would worry about her seeing through me. So I was going for something a little sentimental, maybe it would remind her of her feelings for me and the good ole days, if you can call them that. "So sometimes I did things I didn't want to do..." She looked confused. "I had to push you away. I didn't want to" It was a lie and I didn't know if she bought it.