That Makes Three

Chapter Eleven

When I woke it was darker than I thought it would be, making my dream seem even more realistic and creepy. I sat up and took in the small room made of wood. Well, not made of wood but most of it was, and the more prominent colours were brown. Taking a deep breath I gagged, the smell of rotting meet and death filling my lungs. I knew it was just a vision... but most, if not all of them came true. And for the past two dreams I'd had, the wolf had been coming straight for me. Shaking my head I swung my legs over the bed to feel the sheets against my legs. I frowned. Legs, not jeans. Looking down I realised that I was in a loose grey top, that wasn't mine, with no bra or bottoms on.

Stepping down I yanked my feet back up onto the bed when they touched something soft and squishy. Laying face down covered by a blanket and dead to the world was Peter, in human form. His mouth slightly open he blinked a couple times before he looked at me. Seeing me staring down at him he smiled sleepily, wiping his mouth and sitting up. I smiled back, pulling the shirt back onto my shoulder.

"Sorry. I don't realise you were there." I muttered, rubbing my eyes.

"Hey sleepy head." He said, stretching each of his limbs and yawning before getting up and pulling the blanket tighter around him.

"Hey, you." I said, trying to stifle a yawn unsuccessfully.

"How you feeling?" He asked, walking around his room and taking out some clothes. I laughed.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that? You were out all night." He shrugged off my concern and slipped on a white tank top.

"After getting past the pain of changing it's actually quite freeing... the call of the moon is like nothing I have ever felt in comparison." He abruptly stopped talking, as if remembering something. Slipping on some pants he threw the blanket away and turned to me slowly. "Is it... a problem for you?" My eye widened.

"No! Of course not! I knew what you were before you came into town. I could never - I would never judge you... your secret is super safe with me." He looked down then, his hair covering his face, though it wasn't long enough to hide his smile.

"Thank you." He said with enough warmth and gratitude to lift my heart. I slid off the bed and pulled him into a hug. I knew what it felt like to have something so big and not be able to share it with anyone. To not have any friends because if it...

"What are friends for? Speaking of which, how long did you know I was psychic?" I asked, pulling slowly away from his embrace. I used the word softly, remembering how he had harshly corrected me the night before.

"I had my suspicions the first week but it wasn't until that boy started choking that I was defiantly sure." I winced at the memory. I really shouldn't have done that... when my stomach growled loudly Peter laughed.

"Come on." He said, taking my hand and leading me to the kitchen. Pulling out a chair for me he went into the fridge and started collecting ingredients. I sat down, pulling my legs up so that my legs were crossed on the chair. It took him three weeks. In the first three weeks of knowing him, he had guessed that I was different, like him. Was that the only reason he got close to me? And if that was true... did it even matter?

"I have these... dreams sometimes. Roman has them too. Their short and cryptic and I don't understand how but we're somehow sharing visions. Not as frequent as yours but recently they've gotten worst." He said, getting two plates out.

"I know the feeling." I uttered, deep in thought. There must have been a tone in my voice because he turned to look at me.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah I just... two visions and three episodes in three days... something must be happening in this town if you can feel it too. Do people die? In your visions, in mean."

"Sometimes... actually yes. I get hints of the places and watch it happen. Is that what you get?"

"Yeah though their not just warnings - I can have visions about anything. People coming into my life, the impact of decisions that have to be made... but there's been a lot of death lately." I said, frowning. I watched Peter season something in a pan and stir continuously. When his blue eyes met mine expectantly I frowned. He wanted an answer to a question I hadn't heard.

"Where do you go when you look like that?" He asked softly, spooning noodles and meat onto a plate. I tapped my head.

"In here... I was actually thinking about my life. I've had visions for a long time and my grandmother used to have them too. When she died my parents wanted to move and I didn't so they left me behind. I get money sent to a bank account and they hardly ever visit - which means they never do." I watched his expression become worried as he set a plate in front of me and sat opposite.

"I'm so sorry. You can stay here whenever you want, if you need the company."

"That's really thoughtful but I didn't tell you because I want the pity - I used to think that they moved because they couldn't bare to be in this small town that reminded them of her and be tied down to a place they didn't have to be in anymore. Until yesterday... I think they left because of me." I said, realising it was true as I said it.

"What-" he began but I cut him off.

"-Are you repulsed by me? When I give you a hug, when I'm around you, do you want to leave? When I touch you, do you want to recoil? Because my parents would shiver anytime I was near them." I said desperately, taking hold of his hand and holding it. He shook his head, his eyes wide.

"What? No. Miya I'm not repulsed by you." He said, deadly serious. I closed my eyes momentarily.

"You're just saying that." I whispered, he gave a breathy laugh as his chair scraped against the floor and he got up, kneeling next to me.

"I promise you - hand on my heart-" He said breathlessly, placing my hand on his chest. "- that I am not repulsed by you or want to leave when you're near... it's quite the opposite actually. I find myself drawn to you." When he said this I felt his heart stutter under our hands. Without much choice in the matter I bent down and placed my hand on his cheek.

There it was again. That electricity that started in my stomach and radiate through my body... except this time it wasn't Roman next to me. Steadily Peter looked between my eyes, his bottom lip getting caught between his lips. My breathing ceased and I was suddenly aware that his shirt that I was wearing was very thin. Clearing my throat I let my hands drop and turned back to the steaming pile of food on the plate.

"What is this?" I asked, my face growing warm. What was going on with me lately? I wasn't sure if it was the after effects of the vision or just me having ignored this feeling whenever we interacted before but it burned brighter now that I was aware.

"Noodles, duck, mushroom, broccoli and carrot stir fry." He said, getting up and sliding back into his chair.