Firefly

Accidently

I was idly walking through the corridor when I heard a loud noise from a door that I was passing by. I pushed the door open and barged in.

It's Leon ! I mean Vincent.

A vase was lying broken on the floor and Vincent was sitting on the bed with his head resting on his palm. Somehow, he looked as if he was in pain.

Even though I had been loud while entering, he didn't notice me.

"Um are you okay?", I asked concerned.

No response.

He stood up from his bed and walked up to the nearby wall and smashed his hand against it, in the form of a punch.

I swear I saw the wall crack upon impact.

S-scary, I thought to myself while backing away, out of the room, thinking it best to send someone else in here to help him or something.

I tripped over nothing and fell on my back. Somehow he heard me this time and turned to me.

"Who are you?", he said with a slur in his voice, as he squinted his eyes at me.

For a moment I was awe-struck, gazing at his heavenly features. Right now, for some reason his cheeks were slightly flushed.

Wait...has he been drinking?

"Didn't you hear? I asked who are you?", he repeated his question when I didn't answer it the first time.

He doesn't remember me. I'll just bail out by lying or something. I don't know how to handle drunk people.

"I'm the n-new maid. I just came in to uh change the water for the flowers in that vase", I said while pointing at the broken vase and added, "but since the vase is already dead...I'll be taking my leave."

He furrowed his eyebrows, "you can't be a maid, we have never had a maid in here."

Why the hell haven't they had a maid?

"Well uh you have one now?", I asked rather than said, in a suggestive tone.

Vincent snorted at that and just said, "come here", when he saw me slowly backing away towards the door.

"Close the door and come here", he repeated his order.

"W-why?"

He glared at me and again said, this time his voice was loud, "come here."

Scary! There's no way I'm listening to him. I'm out of here.

Just as I got up to get out of his room, he had already walked up to the door and closed it. He grabbed my arm and pulled me beside him. Finally, letting go when he had forcefully made me sit on his bed. He had a monstrous grip. I rubbed my arm with a frown.

He sat down next to me, "what's your name?"
His tone was somehow gentle. I got surprised and just kept staring at him without a word.

"What's your name?", he asked again, annoyed.
"And why don't you answer the first time?"

"Edla", I answered the first question. The second I couldn't.

Because you captivate me.

"Edla, huh?", for a moment he was quiet. Then he picked up the bottle with alcohol at his side table and began gulping it down.

"W-wait, isn't that a bit too much?"