The Hunt (The Forbidden)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

                        I looked at Mason and began to back up from him. I didn’t understand why I’ve been here before, Mason looked confused.

“Chloe are you alright?” He asked with concern.

“I’ve been here before, how does that make sense?”I asked him in a small voice.

Mason looked shocked when I told him that, we stared at each other for a minute but it felt for an eternity. I didn’t feel comfortable anymore and I wanted to leave.

“Mason why have been here before?” I said kind of shouting at him

“What? No I never brought you here before” he told me

“I don’t get it, but I’m leaving” I said with tears in my eyes

When I started to walk out he grabbed me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, then he kissed my neck. I was still mad and scared but I stood there enjoying his embrace. Out of nowhere he pushed me away from him and I hit my leg pretty hard on the side table.

“You asshole” I told him now screaming from pain.

I walked out through the door and began to walk home when I heard him calling out my name. I kept walking with the pain in my leg. I didn’t realize that I’ve been crying and that my face was all wet and red.

“That fucking asshole what the hell is wrong with him? And what the hell was going on? Am I going crazy?” I began to talk to myself.

 As I was walking up to my building, Mason was standing there waiting for me, with a very worried face.

“What the hell do you want Mason? I really don’t want to see you right now. And how the hell did you get here before I did?”

I knew something very weird was going on here and some way I was part of it. I began to walk past him to open the front door.

“Chloe please let me explain myself to you, I need to tell you something” he said.

“What that you’re a huge douche bag? Sorry too late I found out already” I said being very sarcastic.

“Let me explain myself to you and after that, you could think whatever you want”

I looked at him and saw that he was sincere, so I let him in, we both sat on my sofa and he began to explain.

“I will like to start off with, I’m sorry for pushing you away from me, I didn’t mean to hurt you. You must know that” he said like a little boy asking his mother for forgiveness.

“Go on” I said harshly

“I flew to your apartment tonight; I’m pale for a very good reason.” He stopped and held my hands. “Do you believe in myths?” looking straight into my eyes

“Like the fairies and mermaids?” I asked joking 

“Yeah like that, but what about werewolves or vampires?”  He stressed the last word.

“Well no I don’t believe in werewolves or vampires, why?” I looked at him confused not sure where he was going with this.

“I have a very strict diet, I become weak if I don’t feed and I’m older than thirty” he seemed sad at this point.

I looked at him still confused, “Look, Mason, I don’t know what’s going on or what you’re trying to tell me. All I know is that I’ve dreamt about being in your house before and there has to be a rational explanation for it. And now you’re talking about feedings and being older thirty and all you’re doing is confusing me” I said growing angry again.