Red like roses (Sexual Offenderman Fanfiction)

Chapter 22 - Upcoming storm

A demure melody echoed around the girl's bedroom,  making her only drift back to sleep when she woke up. The song that played around her was soft, almost like a whisper, yet very tempting. Tranquility took over her body the more she listened to the melody quietly, but at the same time she felt destruction. The feeling was hard to explain. It was like someone was trying to destroy her completely yet still wanted to keep her together, stitching her back up when she had been broken into pieces.

The delightful song kept playing over and over again like it was trying to wake the human up. Or more likely, trying to make her feel better. It was like a delicate whisper, trying to tell her everything was alright.

When Amy couldn't just ignore the sound anymore and fall back asleep, she sat up on her bed and scratched her head. She looked over to her small radio that stood next to her sketchbooks, but the music didn't come from it as she had suspected. First of all, even if she was quite forgetful, she would never be able to sleep if there was something telling her that they needed to be shut off. Amy couldn't even sleep if the closet door was open. Second, the radio had a small light on it that told her if it was on or not. And now it was telling her that it was completely off. And lastly, the music that was still playing was more lively than she had thought it was.

Amy looked on her left, rubbing her eyes to see more clearly. Her blurry vision started turning into normal, making her wonder if she needed glasses. 

It was Offender, obviously.

And he was playing a violin.

Amy could only stare at him, not caring how messy her hair was or how weird the whole situation was. The song was beautiful. It made her forget about all of her worries in seconds and made her want to follow the sound in hopes of finding a better place. But she had some self-control left in her. 

"Do you often lure women to you with music?" Amy asked coldly. Whatever the meaning of this was didn't matter. She needed to know what the hell was this man doing in her bedroom once again.

"You'd be surprised how well it works", Offender answered to her and played for a few seconds more before he stopped. He stood up from the chair he had pulled next to the bed and laid his wooden violin on top of the chair where it was hopefully safe.

"Did it work on you?" he then asked, hovering closer to her slowly like the human would bite him if he entered her personal space too quickly. Amy just stared at him, hating to admit that it did work on her. But probably not as strong as it was supposed to.

"What are you doing in my room? Again?" the red head asked as she tried to comb her hair with her fingers, trying to gain some control with her tangled hairs. She wanted to reach for an actual brush and make herself look more human, but she tried to control herself. She had looked worse.

"Last night was quite ... rough on you. Just wanted to calm you down a little", he explained as the man sat down on the soft mattress, leaning closer to the human.

"You wanted to calm me down by playing music while I was snoring?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

"You weren't snoring."

Amy shook her head, trying to hold back a laugh. "Next time wake me up if you're planning to serenade."

"Hmm, I'd be glad to make you serenade~", the man purred and started leaning closer, but Amy pushed him away. She didn't even hesitate, it was like a part of her natural instincts to push anyone who came too close away. 

"What the hell are you doing?" 

Offender looked confused, more confused than he ever has been. He tried to lean closer again, only for the human to push him away once more. Amy stood up from her bed like she was escaping from the man and pointed towards the door.