The Creature Of The Man

Chapter 9: Home?

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Who's to say I won't understand? I know enough to know that you're definitely not human." I uttered.

His grip tightened around my body. It hurt but didn't at the same time, if that makes any sense. His eyes glanced downwards to me. His gaze seemed to have a sting to it.
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I looked to his stinging glare. No words were said, complete silence.

"Obviously I'm not, I mean just look at me." He widen his eyes.

I was confused to why he seemed almost displeased. Not with me, But with himself.

"So tell me what you are?!" I whined, flying my head back looking at the ground.

He didn't speak. I just laid my head back watching the leaves as we moved past them. I felt my body shake. I snapped my head back up.

"What the hell?!" My head jerked up. Achilles gave me a smirk.

"Spes, I was only readjusting. You felt like you were slipping." He chuckled.

His hands were wrapped around me, this time tighter.

"That's funny. I didn't feel like I was slipping." I arched a brow.

"You caught me. I just wanted you closer." He gave me that devious smirk before his grip tightened around my back and legs, causing a squeal to come out of me.

"Don't do that!" I yelped.

"Do what?" His eyes squinted as he was waiting for my answer.

"This bish! Who does he- no he's gonna take you home. Stop freaking out. Don't say anything and keep your composure! You got this! Even if he's an asshole or possibly murderer. Don't want to get own his bad side.... hopefully I don't."

I laid my head back down, breaking our staring contest. Relief washed over me when his grip loosened. I lifted my head back up to see a charming grin wiped on his face. He wore it quite well... A little too well.

As he carried me around the unfamiliar woods, it seemed as though I couldn't stop getting lost in his eyes. I just couldn't stop. They were such a beautiful shade of purple, the way the moonlight was hitting them wasn't helping at all. I think he could tell what I was doing because he kept making side glances at me. He didn't seem too bothered with my non-stop staring though.

I grew weary after a while. I wanted to sleep. As much as I didn't want too, I laid my head against his dark misted chest.

"Spes! Stop being ridiculous! Get your head up off of him!  But he's so comfortable- NO! No no no no! Pick your fucking head up!" My thoughts were battling against each other.
I just continued to lie my head upon his chest.

"Beautiful?" He whispered. His hush tone sent shivers down my spine. I suppose he felt me shiver. His glance shot down to me, it only lasted for a second before returning his gaze in front him.

"Never mind. We're almost." He said while clearing his throat. He looked sorta uncomfortable. I mean I really didn't care because you know. I just didn't. Achilles made me uncomfortable and fearful of my life so why should I give a damn. Oh wait, I shouldn't.

"Um. Okay." I stated. I buried my head closer to his chest.

"What the hell are you doing?" He said with an arched brow.

"I'm just trying to get as comfortable possible. Don't think of it as anymore than that." 

"No promises I won't." He smiled once more.

We kept walking until a house came into view. It wasn't mine however. It was weird. The house seemed to have no color into it. It was styled like a 1700 year old house. It was beautiful though.

As we came closer to the house my heart sped up. I didn't know what was going to happen. I didn't know if he would take advantage of me or just plain out kill me. The fear of not knowing just continued to rattle my thoughts.

We were in front of the door now. My heart felt like it was running a marathon when he began to turn the knob. He opened the door. What I saw was unimaginable.

"You said we were going to my house." I spoke with a shaky tone.

"I said sort of. I never said exactly your house." He said with a dead face.

"No, I know what you sai-" my words came to a holt when I saw the crystal chandelier hanging above us.

I could practically feel my jaw drop to the ground. The shimmering chandelier was absolutely breathtaking.   The whole room was breath taking. I felt his grip loosen around my legs and shoulders. I then was lunged onto a white sofa lying in the middle of the room.

Trying to catch my breath from the sudden action, Achilles was walking towards me. My hands were shaking. Why didn't I suspect this! He's not a nice guy! Well, not a nice thing! Why did I think he was going to take me home! Well at most, at least not do anything horrible to me.

"Spes, stop worrying. You're fine." He said in such a sweet tone. He placed a hand over my ankle, observing it. I wince from his cold fingers applying pressure.

"OW! What the hell are you doing?!" I screamed. I snapped and kicked him off.

"I'll be right back." He said while walking away. He stopped mid-step.

"Don't try to run"