Alone.

Revelations

Chapter: 9
Revelations

My heart stopped at the sight of him. The look in his eyes was primal, dangerous. Hell, it was downright murderous. My throat was suddenly choked up with sand and I couldn't find it in myself to dare say a word. My eyes were transfixed, not able to move away from his.

Gone was the mystical blue-grey colour, in it's place was the most shocking shade of red I had ever seen. It was as if seeing a swirling mixture of fire and blood. And I know it should've scared me, but somehow, it didn't. This wildfire in Adam's eyes was an allure. Urging me to fall into the hot depths of them.

His harsh breaths fanned my face. We were so close to each other. I could feel the heat radiating off of him, which was odd because his touch had always been somewhat cold on contact. On instinct, I reached with my uninjured hand and touched his face. I pulled back with a hiss. His skin was searing hot, literally burning up.

"Are you okay?"

As if my words brought him out of a trance of his own, he growled at me, "Shut up." And he bit into his hand, drawing out blood.

I looked on in shock. Maybe I was hallucinating because of the amount of blood I lost and my mind was playing tricks on me. Because when he removed his hand from his mouth, I was able to see sharp descended canines with Adam's own blood painted on them.

My eyes widened as he took hold of my bleeding arm. He kept his intent gaze on the cut, bringing his own bleeding hand to hover above it. He fisted his hand and drew out blood, the drops falling into my gaping wound. I stared in fascination as his blood mixed with mine. The sight sent a shiver down my body.

It was oddly intimate.

The bleeding ceased and the skin started moving on its own, stitching itself back together and closing the gap. How on earth... What is going on? My mind failed to provide with a proper answer.

I looked up, and horror filled me. Fumes were emitting from Adam, as if he was being roasted alive. Sweat pouring and eyes hooding over.

My heart beat erratically, "Adam! What's wrong?" I reached for his face again. As soon as I made contact with his skin, I could feel my own burn with the touch, but I didn't pull away. Rather, I put both of my hands on the sides of his face, urging him to tell me what was causing him such pain. "Tell me, please!" I literally pleaded with him.

He looked at me, face scrunched up in the kind of agony I couldn't understand. His lava red eyes penetrated my soul. "You will burn yourself," his protested as he tried to pry my hands away from him. His strength was leaving him, making him look so vulnerable that it scared the hell out of me.

"I don't care! Just tell me what's wrong?!" There was an urgency in my voice.

"The sun," he said as he gave up and leaned into my touch.

My hands tried adjusting to his change in posture, since his head was practically resting on my shoulder now. Unintentionally, one of my hands went down on his neck, and I almost screamed with the pain that coursed through me at the point of contact. I pulled my hand back immediately and brought it closer to my face for inspection. My skin was burnt, an imprint left behind. I looked over at Adam's neck, and what I originally thought an impressive tattoo, was now a glaring red engraving that warned me not to come any closer.

My eyes turned glassy as my brain failed to accept the weak and fragile condition of Adam. What he said about the sun made no sense to me, but I didn't have the time decipher the the meaning either.

I grabbed his shoulders and hauled him with me into the shade of the building. I reached for my bag and took out my hoodie. I placed it over Adam's face, shadowing it further from the sun. I grabbed both of his hands and brought them under too.