Eldritch [the original]

Chapter 8 ~ For now

          My eyes opened in one swift movement as my body jerked upwards. I looked around the dimly lit room, thankful the events of the nightmare that was already dancing away from my memory wasn't real. It was probably the middle of the night, the sun no longer drifted through the window, and I could see in the reflection of the mirror that the darkness plagued the sky, stars sprinkled around in an array of beautiful designs and constellations. I was about to   turn and get up to look out the window, and sit on the window-seat, but then I remembered the sleeping cat in my arms, who surprisingly, hadn't woke up when I did. I would hate to wake him. There was a sticky note on the side of the mirror's base. It was a dull blue and had written on it with a little sketch in the bottom right corner. I squinted to see it, but it only strained my eyes. I wouldn't have been able to see it if the faint light of the moon didn't stream through the window. I opened my mouth and moved it around, situating my bands and braces. Then it hit me. I forgot to grab extra bands. Meh, it'll be fine. The soft feline in my arms stretched out and I allowed it out of my arms. Vincecat got up and sat next to me, his eyes glowing a beautiful yellow in the darkness. I pulled my feet around the bed, my toes coming into contact with the fluffy carpet beneath them. I walked around the bed, careful not to step off the carpet, I was afraid the floor would be cold. I pulled the sticky note off the mirror frame and held it up to my face. The note read- 'Sorry about earlier, love. The internet password is Vince28B. It's case sensitive, so capitalize it appropriately. Sweet dreams. -Vincecho' it had a drawing of a rose in the bottom right corner next to his name. I blinked a few times before putting the note down on the tabletop of the small dresser. I turned around to see Vincecat sitting in the window seat, staring out the window, his purple fur nothing but an outline of a black silhouette. I walked over and tiptoed across the bare floor, it was cold. It was freezing. I sat next to the cat, holding my legs close to my chest and resting my chin on my knees. The purple feline glanced over at me. I was almost positive he was a Maine Coon. He was just so soft and fluffy. He mewed quietly. 

          I reached my hand up slowly and touched the glass of the window. I swiped my hand away after, though. It was freezing cold. I pet Vincecat on the head and ruffled his fur before getting up and leaving the room. The floor was cold but bearable. I turned to my left and walked into Vincecho's room. It was dark as well, but the moonlight streamed in from the balcony, making it a little brighter than my room since it was bigger of a space than the window in my room. I turned my head, my attention now on Vincecho. He was facing the wall, snuggled into his covers sleeping. I didn't know he even needed sleep. Maybe he didn't. Maybe he just enjoys it. I don't know who doesn't. I watched him, debating on whether he could be dead or not. I slowly walked over to the foot of his bed. I looked at him with strained eyes, watching him carefully as his chest moved as he breathed.  "What are you doing up?" he said, his eyes still closed. It startled me, I jumped a little. "H...how'd you know I was here? Are you sleeping?" I asked. "I was. I heard you get up. Why are you in here?" he questioned me, opening his eyes, but staring at the wall. Not at me. "Oh....uh...I had a nightmare. Can't get back to sleep." I responded.  He pushed the covers off his body carefully, revealing that he was wearing grey sweatpants and a light blue tee shirt that fit loosely on his tall figure, making room for me next to him. "Oh....um..." I spoke nervously, warily. "I'm sorry about what happened, I won't do it again. I promise. You're just so intriguingly irresistible." I caught him smirk. I stood there hesitantly for a moment before slowly walking over to the side of the bed. I stood there for a second looking at him before he twitched his hand upwards, lifting me off the ground. He pulled his hand inwards, sitting me on the bed. I looked forward and noticed Vincecat sitting in the doorway, staring at us. He simply got up and strode over to his bed, laying down and taking a cat nap. "If this makes it harder to sleep than before, feel free to leave," he said. I nodded and laid down cautiously. I reached for the covers, but as Vincecho laid down next to me, the covers lifted over us. It felt so wrong and awkward, but okay all at the same time. There was, I'll admit, something about him that made me feel safe. 

          I don't know if he was asleep or not, I was facing away from him anyways. His room was so frigid, too cold to sleep. He was like Remmi in this way, a freezing cold room was something they always had. Whether you liked it or not. I rolled over and put my hand on his chest. He was so warm. It felt so good, and I could feel his heartbeat, and every time he inhaled or exhaled. I kept my hand there for a second, enjoying the warmth, but then I realised just how weird the whole thing was. I glanced up and jerked my hand away when I saw his golden eyes staring down at my hand, his eyes practically glowing in the darkness. "S-sorry..." I mumbled into the near pitch black room. "It's fine, are you cold, love?" he responded, his voice as hushed as mine. "Yeah..." I said, holding the blankets in bunches. Silence. I rolled back over and looked out from the balcony. I heard him shift around before I felt him lightly grip my shoulders. I flinched, and I winced. "Is this okay...?" he asked in a worried, concerned tone, pulling me into him, his warm body folding around mine. At first, I couldn't breathe right, I was so scared. He didn't force me there like he had last time. Maybe he was as careful as Remmi had said. Maybe. "Should I let go?" he asked, pulling away. I spun around quickly, too quickly and gripped his shirt, pulling him back. He smiled, and not like that smirk that seemed like he was going to take advantage of you, like an actual smile. Still crooked, though. I preferred it that way. He wrapped his arms around me, and I put my head down on his chest. He was so warm, like the cozy fireplace in his reading room. "If you don't mind me asking, love, what was that nightmare about?" he asked before the room lapsed back into silence. "I can't recall." I responded. "hmm." he hummed, raising a hand and  running it through my hair. My head nodded on with his hand every time it brushed through it, and no matter who did this to me, I'll admit that I love it. Like, mentally purring love it. I had never told anyone, though, and I certainly wasn't going to tell him openly. He probably already knew anyhow. He snickered. I closed my eyes, and he stopped running his hands through my hair and I glanced up at him. He smiled before kissing me on the forehead, so I dropped my head down again and he rested his head on mine. This is okay, I told myself, but I'm not sure I was convincing myself. This is okay for now.