A dance with death

Chapter 2

"Who are you?" I ask. The man standing in front of me looks at me expecting me to be scared,  it I put on a brave face and stand my ground. I have my phone in hand and I have the emergency services number ready to go, before I can push the call button on my phone I am pushed against the wall my phone falling out of my hand and smashing on the tiled floor, great. The man lets me go for a second and I take my chance, I run up to my bedroom and try to lock the door but he is too quick. Not like Usain Bolt quick, no, this was unnatural, inhuman. I then try to make a break for the bathroom but I'm caught by the stranger, I struggle and try to scream but a hand is out over my mouth.

"Stop struggling," a deep voice says into my ear, " if you must know I am Isaiah and I've taken interest in you." I try to elbow this creep in the stomach but he catches me before I can, he laughs, "didn't I tell you to stop struggling?" He asks. I tense bracing for something to happen, he lowers his mouth to my neck which confuses me. "You should relax, it won't hurt if you do." I try to ask what won't hurt but then I feel two small sharp pricks in the base of my neck, I tense further but it doesn't last for long as I feel a strange warm sensation running through my body. I try to make my last stand over the drug that just was injected into me but it doesn't work and I collapse into Isaiah's arms, he catches me before I hit the ground and carries me to my bed laying me down gently. I'm so confused. I try to ask what was just injected into me but my voice won't work, my body won't work, I'm paralysed. Isaiah looks down at me again and his features soften, he strokes a gentle hand down my face sending a flash of heat through my body. I feel a slight tingling sensation in my legs and try to move them again, it works this time and I try to sit up but I'm pushed back down suddenly feeling light headed. Isaiah holds me down with a strength that should not be possessed by a human being, my mind starts to connect the dots but I don't want to believe myself. "Stay still, I will be back in a minute," Isaiah says to me, pulling me out of my thoughts. He walks out of my room and I hear him downstairs rummaging around the kitchen, in a flash he is back in my room holding what smells like a hot chocolate. After setting it down on my bedside table he rearranges my pillows against my headrest and slowly helps me into a sitting position, his strong arms wrapped around my shoulders and back causing me to blush.

After finishing my hot chocolate I feel much better, I'm still confused as to why this mysterious man who tried to kill me is still doing standing in my room looking out the window. "What are you thinking about?" Isaiah asks, seemingly sensing my thoughts. "You," I reply bluntly. He studies me for a moment before walking over and sitting on the bed, I finally takes in all of his features. He is tall with rich brown hair and forest green eyes, he is well built and I find myself wondering what he looks like underneath his t-shirt. Isaiah moves closer and I get nervous, he reaches out a hand to stroke my hair and I flinch slightly, still weary of what happened an hour ago. He moves closer again and moves my hair off my shoulders revealing my neck, he runs a finger gently down it and I shiver a little making him smirk. He pauses at one certain spot and when he touches it I flinch because it hurts, a concerned look crosses Isaiah's face. He tries to get closer but my instincts kick in and I move away, instantly regretting it as I feel light headed again. Isaiah catches me before I can fall and lays me down again, he must see the fear in my eyes because he sits down at the foot of my bed letting me recover. I sit up slowly again and pull my covers over me, looking up at Isaiah again I see him regarding me intently. "What just happened?" I ask him. I see him register my question and understand what I'm talking about, he moves a little closer but this time I don't flinch away. "Let me explain."