Timeless

|2| False Confessions.

Aria swung open the door to her room, number 239, plaqued on the front in dull bronze metal. She dropped her bags almost as soon as she stepped foot inside the room, glancing around the shadowed space, taking in her surroundings for however long she was to stay in Osthill. She peeled off her jacket and threw it onto the back of the old sofa.
" I know what you are." He let out. Aria turned around at such force her hair should of whipped her face but instead it stuck matted to her back.
Aria looked taken aback but quickly masked it. She guessed that he'd seen the event before, but didn't think he'd know what strange anomaly it was. She thought for a moment, taking a few moments from the scene. He knew, meaning he knew of her kind - her species.
" What do you mean?" She asked, her voice losing no conviction and confidence. He let out a laugh.
" Calm it, sweetie. We're kind of the same." He shrugged, walking across the room to a seat at the small dinner table. Aria followed suit and sat opposite him.
" Except you can play with people's minds. What's that about?" He asked. Aria shrugged this time, acting as though he was speaking a foreign language to her.
Her hand lay on the wooden table, her eyes drifting down to her fingers, tapping against the material.
" It's a trick. You can refuse it." She lied, keeping her face completely straight. " You look hard enough into someone's soul and they spill their darkest secrets. That's if you can't already see them." She smiled, letting a small chuckle pass her plump lips.
" Want to tell me yours?" She smirked, leaning into the table, her chest pushed against it. Her eyes glistened, her tongue darting out and licking her lips.
He shook his head, standing up from the table.
" Don't play games."
She couldn't believe he refused her, playing with people had always worked before, something she'd taught a lot of people along the way. When you didn't have anywhere to go, you spent a lot of time in your suitcase, and Aria knew this too well. She knew always you had to keep a few mutual acquaintances wherever you went, even if you weren't entirely keen on your selection. She'd never settled anywhere knowing she could have a better life somewhere else, with her family. Staying in a measly motel wasn't what Aria had planned to do on her trip to Osthill, but that's what she was sat doing. She followed the man with her eyes, watching his every move: the way he balled his fists in agitation, the way he paced with a slight off balance, even the way he rolled his dampened lips against each other.
" I'm not playing a game, can't you see?" Aria replied, shaking her head. " I'm just here looking for a few people."
She draped her arm over the back of the chair casually, sat straight, her posture formed and never changing from her childhood. The man, she was yet to know the name of, stopped pacing and turned to face her, leaning a hand on the fake marble kitchen top.
" Who? The dubois'?" He asked, a brow raised. Aria averted her eyes, looking past him and focusing on nothing in particular. Hearing her family's name brought a sharp pain of hurt, a reminder that she had not been a part of the kindred for well over a century.
" You don't need to know that." Aria snapped, returning her glare to the man. He held contact, silence filling the inky room, becoming awkward, the only audible sound that of rain hitting the glass window.
" You should go before she drags you out." Aria told him, referencing to the woman behind the front desk, whether she was the owner or not, she was definitely set in her ways. " I've told you anything I'm willing to tell - " She trailed off, standing up herself and walking towards the front door. Her hands reached for the bolt, ready to open it, when hot breath warmed her neck, the skin tingling. The man's hand pressed against the cream door frame, his body close to Aria's. She pulled the door open, stepping underneath his arm.
" What do I call you?" She questioned, watching as he stepped through the door. He turned his head, looking at Aria.
" Nothing - " He answered, beginning to walk away from Aria. " - you can call me Isaac." He called back, a smirk across his face.