Perseous's Human Mate

Warm Eyes

He was gone twenty minutes now and I was bored. Getting up from the bed I looked toward the door. A miscevious smile formed across my face. He said I had to go back to the room he didn't say I had to stay there. I walked over to the closet, it was a walk in... Which didn't surprise me. I turned on the light noticing in the corner was a pink duffle bag, on it was a sticky note like the bag in the bathroom. It was full of clothes that were my size, I tried not to think about how he got the size as I dug through it.

Grabbing a blue t shirt that actually wasn't down to my knees and a pair of jeans I changed happily. And yes I changed bra and panties, after a bit of freshening up I opened the door.

My chestnut hair was in its natural waves on my shoulders. I was nervous exploring alone, but I couldn't help my curiosity!

Quietly closing the door behind me, I was free, the hallway was long with numerous doors. I thought I'd start down stairs, seemed like a good place to start. Trotting down the stairs I saw the door to the kitchen where we had been earlier. To my left was another door, hmmm.

Opening the door was the best decision I ever made. Inside was a library!!!!! Yes, libraries deserve five explanation marks. It was beautiful, cozy with walls lined with books. So many colors and so many book covers. It wasn't a huge space but it included a nut brown desk in the corner, two leather chairs and a reading window. It was perfect to me.

I practically ran to one of the book shelves, scanning the stories it had provided. My finger gently stroking the spines of the lined books. The section I was in had leather-bounded books. The leathers were smooth yet rough to the touch. I felt at home here.

I picked a book, Norse Mythology it read on its spine.

I loved mythology and legends and all that good stuff. Even more I loved learning new things, I don't know much about Vikings folk lore... This should be interesting.

I stepped backwards, my back hitting a squishy wall. "Boo!"

"Ah!" I shrieked flinging my head back. I felt a crunch behind the back of my head and a sting. I grabbed the back of my head whirling around, the book coming loose from my hands.

"Fuck! That hurt," a man with thick brown hair complained. He held his nose leaning over.

"Who-who are you?" I stuttered, my back pressed against the spines of the books.

"Gabe," he groaned.

I straightened up pulling my shirt down," well Gabe, you scared me," I spoke a matter of factly.

He chuckled," I can see that."

I could tell he was harmless, I noticed a book tucked under his arm. I cringed realizing I broke his nose. "I'm sorry, you need me to get you a towel?"

He replied with a crack, snapping his nose back in place. He wiped a little blood off his face and gave me a crooked smile. "Your heads pretty hard."

"Your nose is bleeding!" I said, rushing over to him.

He laughed again, his laugh was warm. "I'm a werewolf, it'll heal in a few seconds."

I sighed in relief," I'm sorry, I'm supper jumpy. And I'm a flail-er," I admitted.

"Well I am the one who scared you, so I guess I had it coming." His warm chocolate eyes seemed to match his hair. Gabe had a more warm appearance, not a striking one such as Percy or the blonde guy I met this morning.

The back of my head stung, I rubbed it as Gabe picked the Norse Mythology book up.

"You like mythology, huh?" He observed holding the book out to me.