We are the outcasts

Part Three

I've been thinking about the red haired shadow figure across the wall for days now. He just didn't seem to leave my mind. Even in sleep, I dreamt of him coming into my home, but he was always in a cast of shadow so I could never fully see his face. I've also painted almost every surface in my art room with the man's figure and what I think he would look like. I don't know what's happening to me. The desire, the hunger to go to him. See something new and amazing. My heart was driven by the thought of an adventure.

I was in the middle of reading in Miss Jane's book store. As usual. I'd found myself drifting off to that man every few minutes and couldn't take it anymore after a while. I stood up, put my book away and walked up to the front desk.
"I think I'm going to go for a walk, I'm not in the mood to read today." That's what got her very worried, I'm never not in the mood to read.
"That figure is really bugging you isn't he hun?" she muttered, a concerned look set on her face.

"It's like he's running circles around my mind Miss Jane, I don't know what to do," I whisper with an exasperated tone, leaning against the counter. She gave me a sad smile, her wrinkles looking like fabric being bunched up at the corners of her mouth.
"You should go home and get some rest dear, it'll do you good," she placed her hand on mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze. I nod with a small sigh, giving her a quick hug before leaving.

When I stepped outside, it was already dark. Strange. I knew I let time pass me by many times but I know for sure that it can't have been that long. I shrug it off and start walking down the sidewalk. It was eerily quiet and there weren't many lights or people. Did I miss curfew? No that couldn't be it, Miss Jane would have closed up shop by now and told me. My footsteps echoed loudly as I walked, as it seemed to be the only sound around.

My face pales as I hear another set of footsteps, directly behind me. I turn around but see nothing, just the dark sidewalk that was dimly lit by street lamps. When I turn back around, there was a man standing in front of me, making me jump a few meters back. The man's face was cast in shadow but his fire red hair was very noticeable in the dark. The outcast. It was him. How did he get inside the walls.

Before I could react, I was grabbed by his strong arms and pulled into an alleyway. I went to scream but a hand firmly clasped over my mouth as I was dragged right to the back and pinned to the brick wall so hard that the rough surface bit into my skin. The man was so close, pushed flush against my chest as I felt his warm breath hit my chilled face and neck. I shivered. I still couldn't see his face even with the close proximity. I let out a muffled whimper as he leaned down and started placing kisses all over my neck and shoulder. A weird rumbling sound came from his chest, like a happy growl, as he started nipping at the pale skin.

I couldn't react. I was completely frozen and didn't know what to do. Should I push him off? Should I let it happen. My answer was clearly shown when I tried pushing against his rock hard chest and was met with an animalistic growl.
"Don't move, don't scream, it'll be over soon," he purred into my ear which made me whine. He had a silky smooth, baritone voice that made my insides rattle and my thighs clench together. He seemed to like my reaction and kept going with his attack to my neck, placing his knee between my legs and moving it slightly.

I let out a high pitched noise that I've never heard myself make before, feeling like putty in his arms. A low chuckle sounded close to my ear, making my whole face and neck turn a lovely shade of pink. I felt my self control slowly slipping from my grasp as his hands slipped under my shirt and explored every inch. I've never felt this sensation before, the heat of my body, the weakness of my knees and strange feeling that arose each time he moved his knee. It was new, but I was quickly addicted to each touch and caress. And he knew damn well what he was doing to me.

My hazy mind was slightly cleared as light beamed into my eyes in the direction of the entrance of the alleyway.
"Hey! You two! What do you think you're doing?" I slowly looked over to see two men dressed as guards sprinting towards us.

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I jolt into a sitting position as I wake up, my whole body covered in a layer of sweat as I panted softly. I looked around my bedroom, everything coming back to me slowly. It was a dream. Everything.

I take a shaky breath and slowly climb out of bed, my legs still shaky, like I could still feel his knee pressed against my crotch. I slowly hobbled to the balcony and drew the curtains to find it was still night time. Maybe I could see him again. I slowly added out and looked to the tree where he always seemed to be. But there was nothing there. Maybe it was too late for him to come out. I shiver as I feel the cool breeze hit my burning skin, slowly stepping back inside.

I shake my head and look down at the mahogany floor, beautifully polished so I could see myself in the reflection. Me face was still red as a tomato. This is embarrassing. Having a dream like that over a man you've never even met or seen properly before. But my mind couldn't help it. It liked the danger that it saw in that man's eyes. I loved how alive I felt when I gazed into those wild orbs. I was addicted. But I didn't quite mind.

I quickly shake the thought from my mind and step further into my house. Might as well start my day off since I'm definitely not going back to sleep. I walk to the kitchen and make a cup of coffee, cleaning the counters slightly while I waited.

When it was done, I sat down at my table and pulled out my laptop. Should probably get to this speech for Felix, the next town meeting is in two days. I set my lovely cup of happiness down and walk into my room, trying to find my jeans that had the paper in it. Success! I finally found it in the laundry basket, about to go in the wash. Thank Perfectus I got the paper before it was ruined.

I went back to my table and sat down, taking a sip of coffee and logging on. I sigh as I read over the crumpled up piece of paper, looking at the demands that I'm supposed to write a speech out of. I hate this place and almost everything in it. And with hat thought, I get to work on a lovely speech for Felix to say at the town meeting.

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