Curse Of The Gods

Chapter 4

I never get fazed. Not by any freak accidents that happens, or by simple little events. Material items never made me flip over in excitement and crazy birthdays and parties didn't make me feel hyped. I just never get fazed.

But nothing could have prepared me for that moment.

I felt a cold numbing sensation sweep through me as I was regarded with sharp green eyes. I know I should have said something, but nothing would come out. No words could express was I was feeling. It felt as the though the room was growing smaller, shrinking to the beat of my ­heart. I felt like I was being trapped by the constraints of the walls, being drowned by green.

Millions of question burned through me, but all I could manage was unintelligent noises.  Strong green eyes gazed back at me, and it appeared my company was not interested in conversation.

I did not know how much time we had spent just staring at it other, or how long we were going to keep it up, but my furry black beast had other plans. Duke barrelled towards me with an excited 'yip' and I felt myself studying the soft, white rug. Black expensive shoes stepped into my line of vision, and I couldn't help but familiar sensation.

Then it all came barrelling back to me, like a hard blow to the head.

Alley ways, winged beasts, and black shoes.

Did he remember?  There had better be a reason as to why I was there. I felt like the tension was oozing from the walls, and Duke realised this too letting out a loud and annoyed bark. I jumped at the echo that resounded in the room. Looking at the cool, unfazed emerald eyes before me, I felt immediately silly. He of course took this as his queue to begin conversation.

"You're awake," He stated bluntly.

Ya think?

I swallowed my snappy retort and gave him the most patient look I could muster. "Where am I?" I made sure I wasn't making direct eye contact. I didn't think I could handle it.

"You are in my home." He answered, and I couldn't help but hear the little but of pride that seeped into his voice.

"Which is where exactly?" I enquired, feeling my patience wearing thin.

"You would not know. My home is not familiar with your kind." His tone was completely devoid of all emotion and I hadn't known him for very long, but I could tell he was being very vague.

My kind? What was that supposed to mean?

 Either I've been living under a rock, or he's completely lost it. I knew I must have been giving him an odd look, because he sighed and settled into one of the high backed chairs. I felt myself stop.

He looked like a dark prince, mysterious and regal with those enticing eyes. His confident demeanour added to his majestic prowess and all he really needed was a crown. However, something made me over look the confidence, and all I could see was a broody-

"I said did you have any more questions?" His harsh tone made me flinch back into reality, and I realised he was talking the entire time I had been eyeing him.

 What was I going to say?

I blinked a few times before my questions rose from the deep centre of my mind. I looked at him steadily.

"Where am I?" I held up my hand to stop him from interrupting me. That earned me a single raised black eyebrow.  "I want to know everything." 

He regarded me with slight hesitancy, but then quickly shook his head. He rose and advanced towards me, and I couldn't ignore the fluidity in his movements.