You can't help me

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I awoke. Again, not in my bed, or my room.

"Pas de nouveau" (Not again.)

"I'm so sorry Angeline. I didn't mean for that to happen."

I looked to the doorway, Will leaned against the door frame, rubbing his face.

"For what? What happened?"

He looked at me confused, "You mean, you don't remember?"

I shook my head.

"All I remember is a weird smell and feeling really strange. Everything's sort of blurry after you said that there was nothing to worry about."

Will walked over to me and sat down on the far end of the bed. His arms tensed up, he actually had really solid arms. I bit my lip as my eyes took in the rest of his form, I couldn't seem to help myself, he seemed like.. The perfect mate. Did I just say that? I shook my head. This was crazy.

"I can't believe this happened again. I'm so sorry."

"Will.. Did I hurt anyone?"

Will looked at me and lightly touched my hand.

"No, you didn't."

I nodded, breathing a sigh of belief. I couldn't help but look into his blue eyes, they were so entrancing. The longer I looked at them, the more I wanted to explore the rest of his features. My eyes moved to his mouth, his lips full and firm, I wanted to devour them with my own, to breath in his essence. Why did I feel like this? I barely knew this guy? Every time I'm around him, something bad happens, I lose a portion of my life. But I couldn't stop looking at him. My tongue ran over my lips, as I began to bite my bottom lip again.

"Angeline? Are you ok?"

"I.. Ah.. I'm not sure. I feel a little weird."

He began to stand up, "Maybe you should get some rest."

"Maybe you should join me." A seductive reply escaped my mouth. His blue eyes widened in shock, his cheeks turning a deep shade of pink. I clamped my hand over my mouth.

"I'm so sorry Will! I don't know why I said that!"

"It's ok... Hey, how old are you?"

I looked at him confused. What does my age have to do with anything?

"Sixteen. Why?"

"You see, if you're what we think you are, you might be reaching that stage when you.. Ah.. Well to put it to you blankly.. When you're looking for a mate.."

As soon as the word mate left his mouth, I was back to admiring his eyes and mouth and muscles and every single part of him.

"Angeline?"

I shook my head violently, looking away from him.

"I think you need to leave."

"Look if it's something I said-"

"No, it's not you." I said cutting him off, "If you're right, you need to stay away from me till I can control myself a little better."

"What are you talk-"

"Just go!"

I didn't need to look at him to know that he was hurt, I could smell it coming off him in waves.

.......

Caroline went to the school and got some of my clothes for me to put on. I was dressed but I still sat in the room, on the bed, not wanting to see Will. I knew I had hurt him, but I didn't want to do anything he was uncomfortable with, anything I might regret.

"pourquoi est-ce qui m'arrive?" (Why is this happening to me?)

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Here goes nothing.

........

After a few wrong turns, I eventually made it to a large room, where Caroline and a six foot tall man sat at a large round wooden table. And in a corner, sat Will. His eyes staring at his hands. He was far more upset than I though he was. I couldn't do this.

"How do I leave this place?"

Caroline looked up from the table.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I want to leave. For once I want to wake up in my own bed."

Will stood up, "I don't think that's a good idea."

I didn't look at him, "Look. I know I'm dangerous, that's why I'm gonna leave London."

"Angeline, this is the safest place for you." Said Caroline.

I shook my head, "No. I don't even know you people. I can take care of myself." I headed towards a large doorway that led into a tunnel, the same one I assumed made me freak out. I felt a warm hand encase my wrist, I turned my head to see those deep blue eyes, something inside me jumped.

"Don't do this."

"I can't stay. You can't help me."

"We can try."

"No." I said pulling away from him, "No one can."

With that, I left. Tears filled my eyes the further I went, it got harder to breath the further way I got from him. From Will. From my blue eyed boy.

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