Out Into The Open

Chapter Six:

I stood up from when I was at the ground, apparently I passed out for a second. "I've seen those eyes before, why does it seem more like your stalking me?" I questioned, furious that somebody out there, who doesn't look all that trust worthy, knew exactly where I had come from and who I was. And that, could one hundred and nine percent destroy me or have me killed. My eyes twitched not ready to back off with my questions. My light frosted blue eyes.

"Well, well, well isn't someone a little sketched out. Hiding something, precious? Don't stop now, go on tell us just let me call my reporter in here." he said viciously. But with a smirk that made me want to wipe it right off his face. Imagine a wild tiger being let lose on him. Cause I am, and it's making me feel way better.

Eventually I come to the conclusion to play it off like it's not important and that I have nothing to hide because maybe then he'll keep his mouth shut too. Plus for as long as he already has kept his mouth shut, he must have an ulterior motive. His own selfish gain, maybe blackmail? Maybe to mess with me? Who knows, all I know is that I didn't like him nor did I trust him.

Those yellow eyes however, will haunt my dreams for the rest of my nights. Maybe I'll like the haunting and maybe I won't. Before I realized he had gotten into my head somehow I seen him smirking. That's when I knew, he knew it bothered me, he didn't have an ulterior motive, he just liked watching me squirm. Maybe that's how he lived his life, ruining people's lives. And crushing their souls.

"N-no I have nothing to hide, just wondering as to what maybe you were doing out in the woods that day dressed in...." I was cut off with his hand and he stared into my eyes. Realizing he shut me up he smiled and gave me shivers down my spine. Heat warmed my body? Oh god was I blushing? I better not be blushing?

"A secret for a secret and that's all I've got to say. Now why are you blushing did you find something attractive?" He winked at me and it made me want to vomit but it also made me want to get naked and jump into his bed. Something was seriously wrong with me. Or rather him, and I was just getting my emotions in a tangle because of it. Or maybe he's using some voodoo stuff on me, making me like him.

I coughed and looked towards Kitha for help. She smiled empathetically. "Sir shouldn't we be getting to business instead of irritating one of your employees and flirting with the new girl? Isn't there a dead body we're supposed to deliver?" She said with sass, obviously irritated that he cut off her voice a couple times and used magic against her. She's probably angry this whole mission is taking so long, I'm the reason it is.

"You're very right Kitha, I think you guys should go out through the door behind me and to my kitchen there you'll see a body bag for you to carry the backdoor from my tent is in the kitchen I laid out some nice suits for you girls as well as a few coins for your compensation." He smiled generously a smile that had a plan and a play in mind but had a helping hand and a mentor there as well. He's eyes were the darkest thing about him. So beautifully yellow, so beautiful darkened. He'd seen many things and maybe it just made him crazy. Probably the magic might have gotten to his head as well.

Kitha didn't say anything else to the prince of bloody darkness. Instead she took my hand and walked me past him without saying a word or looking at him but he touched my arm and lightly dragged his finger fast to my shoulder when I passed him. I looked back as she dragged me to his kitchen to see him looking back at me smirking. A hint of humor on his eyes and a hint of sadness in his eyes. I almost felt sad too, almost, yet part of me still wanted to rip his insides out and eat them like a zombie. I'd never liked someone and hated them before where I could either puke or melt if he'd ever kissed me. Maybe I'd do both.

Why am I even thinking about this I ask myself as the smell of rotting corpse filled my nose and I picked up the suit he had for me. It made me anxious to see it would fit me like a glove. Completely black with little departments hidden in the seams and some parts looked more supported like they were the weaker spots of my body, which again made me anxious how he knew, and had it preprepared I put it in kitha's backpack as well as her suit. At least I now realize the smell from earlier was coming from the dead comrade we had to pick up. "How exactly are we transporting him?" I asked with a bit of disgust in my eyes. Please don't tell me we have to...