Cold Blooded

Part #3

       "Hey, I know we just met yesterday, but what happened? And I still don't know your name."

     "Nothing. Don't have one."

     I looked away from him coldly. Getting attached to people was useless, they always left. In one way or another. But I couldn't fool myself, I needed someone. Even if just for awhile. I'd take anyone who came, as long as they pretended they cared. I couldn't live if I were alone. The streets are harsh, they would push me over the edge. But at least William has come to save me. But I couldn't shake the harsh cold that froze my body when he appeared.

     "Then I'll give you a name. Everyone needs a name I suppose."

     I opened my mouth to retort but nothing came out. My throat seemed to shut as if hot slender fingers curled around my neck and squeezed tightly. I sank to my knees as fear overtook me, the world seemed to move around me. I didn't want a new name, I didn't need one. I had one, but I lost it. My parents must be so disappointed, they gave me a name only to have me lose it. My breath came out in short, panicked, hot, gasps. William kneeled down so that his medium length lilac hair brushed my cheeks. His brilliant grey eyes held nothing and everything at once. My small thin hands clutched his shirt and he held me to his chest for quite some time.