I can't believe I'm actually doing this. I thought as Jasik and I walked to his house. It's too soon to meet his parents, but did I listen to myself? Of course not.
"What's wrong?" Jasik asked once he glanced over his shoulder.
"Nothing," I replied.
He stopped walking and turned to face me, causing me to stop short. "Why did you lie to me?"
"I didn't," God, his eyes are gorgeous. I thought. Wait, what?
He gave me a skeptical look. "You're thinking too much, Raven."
The way he says my name...
"Take a deep breath, then keep walking. We're almost there, anyway."
I took a deep breath as he instructed, catching a hint of vanilla and roses, then exhaled.
"Better?"
I nodded.
"Good; come on." He turned and started walking again, and I followed suit, noticing a couple of crows following us.
I noticed the way he walked: gracefully, almost as if he weren't even touching the ground at all, yet with purpose in his stride. It contradicted itself, like he wanted to stop and smell the flowers, but also like he was determined to get to his destination.
----------------------------------------The air started feeling colder as soon as we reached the gate to the old Victorian house. Jasik unlocked it and we walked up the dirt, rock, and grass-patched driveway, passing by a hearse that looked brand new. A different kind of chill ran down my spine upon seeing this, and I absentmindedly moved closer to Jasik, still staring at the hearse.
"Are you scared of a hearse?" he asked almost teasingly.
"No," I said. "Just creeps me out a little," I looked away after a second, following Jasik to the front door.
The door that used to be white, now painted black, opened to reveal a stereotypical gothic style interior that suspiciously resembled that of The Munster's, minus the cobwebs and such. Based on this, I wouldn't doubt it if there were a cuckoo clock with a talking raven inside. Jasik gestured for me to enter, then closed the door behind me when I stepped inside. The house was silent except for the sound of breathing- which I soon realized was my own breathing, not Jasik's.
He hung his black overcoat on the coat rack beside the door, then turned to me with his hand out. "May I take your coat?"
"I don't think I'll be staying long." I said.
He gave me a look as if to say "you don't have a choice."
Reluctantly, I slid my backpack off my shoulders, took my jacket off, handed it to him, then picked my backpack up as he hung my jacket up.
"Where are your parents?" I asked.
He gestured for me to follow him as he walked up the stairs. "My father is working, and my mother is probably in the basement."
"Is that your way of getting me into bed with you?" I asked jokingly.
"What do you mean?"
I was taken aback slightly. I've never met a guy who didn't understand what that meant. "Is that your way of talking me into having sex with you?"
"No; not in the slightest. If I were trying to, I would probably be much more professional and loving than that, and it would be love, not coitus." There was a moment of silence as we reached the top of the stairs and started walking down a hallway before he glanced over his shoulder. "Why? Did you want to?"
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Reaper
ParanormalMaybe it was the way the crows always seem to be near him, or the cold, dark atmosphere he has around him, or maybe the fact that everything he owned had something to do with death. Either way, the new kid in town was strange...almost unnatural. It...