Is Your Father A Greek God?

Chapter 13- A Stranger Made Me Soup

Clinking sounds disturbed me as I was trying to sleep. I groaned and rolled over; a wonderful smell filling my nose as I snuggled deeper into the soft blanket. As soon as I got comfortable, the memories of earlier came flooding back to me. 

I sat up fast and recoiled back when pain streaked across my head. Landing back on the pillows, I cried in pain and held my hand gingerly to my forehead. 

"Whoa, are you okay?" a radiant voice asked; it sounded like a guy. 

I closed my eyes to concentrate on anything but the pain in my skull. When I opened them again I saw salient blue eyes staring down at me. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at him; his black hair even blacker against his milky skin and a dazzling smile stretched across his face. 

"Um..." I automatically felt stupid, "Yeah, I'm fine," he moved out of the way and I sat up slowly, taking in my surroundings. It was dark, so I couldn't really see much except for what the orange glow of a fire was allowing. I seemed to be in a small house; where there was only two rooms. 

Across from me was a fireplace, next to that was a sink, and an island with chairs around it. I sat up, avoiding the low part of the ceiling that I had crashed into earlier. The bed shifting beneath my weight as I stood. 

I glanced at the guy, who was just staring at me curiously in the corner. He walked to the fire and took what looked like a witch's pot from above it. I watched as he set a bowl on the counter and poured the contents of the pot in. Setting a spoon in it, he lightly pushed it towards me. 

I sat down on the opposite side of the counter and stared at the soup as it steamed. 

"Before I eat,"  I said, looking at him, "Who are you?" 

The guy looked nervous about something, "You can call me...Damien," He smiled, "Now eat your soup, it'll make you feel better." 

I hesitantly took the spoon and brought it to my mouth. The warm soup warmed my body as it slid down my throat. I put the spoon back in the bowl and decided not to eat until I got answers. 

"Where am I?" I asked cocking my head curiously. 

He sighed, "You are in my temporary home," 

"Which is where?" 

Rolling his eyes he smiled, "If I told you, then I would have to kill you," For some reason this made shivers go down my spine. Damien's frowned instantly, "I'm kidding," he said quickly. 

I grinned, "I know, I guess I'm just cold." To emphisize the fact, I shoved more soup in my mouth and swallowed. 

He sighed in relief, "Oh," Damien stood up quickly and walked to the bed. I watched him frantically pull sheets and pillows onto the floor. He arranged the sheets on the bed and continued to put on the comforter and pillows. 

"Damien," I said curiously, "Did you save me?" The question had been in my head since I woke up, even though I knew the answer; I could never forget a gorgeous face like his. 

He stopped what he was doing and flicked his coal black hair out of his eyes. Facing me, he put on a smile and replied, "Yes."