Warrior of gold (Sunstreaker )

Ch 5. It's dangerous on the streets at night...

Dinner service was quiet. Electra had all the time to work on her dishes without worrying about the next. Julia came into the kitchen and placed the dishes back down. "Guess who's back." Electra quirked a brow as she winked and beamed like a horny teenager getting laid for the first time. She knew what she was going to say, but hoped deep down she'd say another name, "Sunstreaker." Electra bit down on her lip and swallowed the string of curses. "Ah, good to know."

    "He's nice, though." She leaned onto the counter. Electra wasn't in the mood for this conversation. "He had to be some rich guy? Have you seen his car? I can't even afford that; I'm a million years..." She took her bottom lip between her teeth, considering. "You track too much attention with a car like that anyway," Cassiopeia muttered under her breath and focussed on the pan. "Typical for you to say. You'd rather hide in your kitchen..." she paused before she added: "Do you think he had a girlfriend?"

    Electra snorted. He surely hadn't. If he had, he wouldn't have asked her to have lunch with him. Sunstreaker had a very dark aura around him; she doubted girls would be into that in the long run; instead of pointing that all out, Electra shrugged casually. "I think not. He's always alone." Julia hummed her agreement and straightened her spine. "As much as he's hot, he's a bit off, don't you think?" Electra heard the hesitation in her voice. She shrugged again. "I don't know him well enough to judge. If you excuse me, I am busy."

    Julia rolled her eyes and walked through the double doors, leaving her with her thoughts. Sunstreaker returned? It somehow didn't feel like a coincidence. He showed up wherever she was, a little bit too much for her liking. However, more people returned for her food, so she wasn't all too surprised this time. He'd pointed out he liked it.

    After dinner service, she realized she had to walk home in the dark. Great. She stood on the sidewalk and watched the empty street. "It'll start raining soon." She let out a yelp and bolted. Sunstreaker laughed wickedly, as if his intention had been to scare the living Hell out of her. A dark blush crept up on her face. "Don't be scared, darling. It's just me." He swayed closer as gracefully as a cat and smiled, baring his straight white teeth.

    "Sunstreaker..." She shifted nervously on her feet. Being alone with him, in the dark, was one thing, but having him this close?
"Your food was good. As always." She flashed a stiff smile. "Uh, t-thank you..." Her blush darkened at how wobbly her voice was. "Are you free tomorrow night?" She gulped and coaxed a step back. She needed space to breathe, and with him so close, it felt like he had stolen all the oxygen. "I have to work." It wasn't a lie. The smile on his face faltered a bit, and something appeared in his eyes. Something wicked, something cruel.

    "You wouldn't lie to me, would you?" His voice whetted into a sharp edge. She shook her head fiercely. "N-no..." he smiled, but it was everything but friendly. "Let me walk you home; it's dangerous on the streets at night." His face and attitude changed in a millisecond. He was now collected, calm, and charming. Electra had to force her legs to start moving. No. No. No. She didn't want to be alone with him, at night, on her way to her apartment.

"So, you never told me where you live." His cold, emotionless eyes flashed to her. She was certain he didn't have a soul. "In town, like you." Cryptic as usual. Sunstreaker unlocked his car. No. Everything screamed not to get in, because she might not get out anymore. She inhaled sharply. "No need to drive." She gestured at the tall, apartment building two blocks away. "It takes me seven minutes to walk."

She could've sworn to see a smirk pull up on his lips, but it vanished as fast as it came. "A lot can happen in seven minutes," he responded, as she passed his car, and he didn't. "It takes a person a few seconds to snitch you off the streets and slice your throat." He said it a little bit too casual for her liking. A nervous laugh escaped her throat. "You've either a dark sense of humor or you're messed up." He shrugged his broad shoulders and opened his door. "Come on. I don't bite."

    Electra stared at the car. She was certain she wouldn't get out alive. "You said you'd walk me home. Not drive me home." She kept standing on the sidewalk and held his gaze. The smirk was now prominent and wicked. "Oh, did I now?" He closed the door and swayed closer. "You don't want to drive in an expensive car?" "Do I look like a gold digger to you?"

    "Oh, look at that. You do have a sharp tongue, after all." He grinned to himself. "Very well, I'll walk you home then." He punctuated 'walk' and breezed past her. Electra exhaled to settle her nerves and followed. She stayed just a few steps behind him. She felt if she turned her back on him, he might stab her.

    The closer she got, the more flashlights she saw. Sunstreaker stopped across the street and watched the entire ordeal. Bystanders stood behind police lint, terrified and taking photos. "What the—" Electra nervously fiddled with fingers. Sunstreaker's face was a mask of iron. He carefully assessed the situation. "Seems like another female has been murdered."

    Electra's bones chilled. Murdered. It echoed through her head. She followed the eyes of the bystanders, but Sunstreaker grabbed her and forced her to face him. "Don't look. Come on." His hand wrapped tightly around hers and dragged her through the crowds. She could do nothing but let him guide her. She hated people so close to people, feeling them bump into her or hearing their shouts. Sunstreaker kept walking like a tank. Pushing people aside without any remorse.

    He eventually came to a stop. Electra was shaking at this point and leaned against the cold bricks of another apartment building. Sunstreaker eyed her carefully. "You don't like large groups," he concluded. She ignored his statement and rubbed her temples. Sunstreaker seemed not bothered at all. "Did you know about this?" He angled his head in an unearthly manner. Almost as if he was possessed. "Did I know about this?" He repeated. His lips curled in a sinful smile. "It was all over the news. How did you not know about this?" He cocked a brow.

    "I was in the fucking kitchen. What do you think? That I have a TV there?" She seethed, peering at the crowd. She must be high on adrenaline because she just snapped at him. At a stranger and possibly the murderer. "Careful with your accusations, you wouldn't want to piss off the wrong people." She cut him a glance. The fear and dread replaced her boiling anger the second she stared into his soulless blue-eyed. The gold in his eyes seemed suddenly to be in a stark contrast with the blue. They shimmered like stars in a night sky.

    "I am not accusing you of anything," she muttered, wrapping her arms tightly around herself. "Sure you don't. I'm sure it has crossed your mind because, well... usually, people accuse me of it." She arched a brow at his cryptic reply. "Did you give them a reason to believe that?" Sunstreaker leaned against the opposite wall. "It's the vibe I give people." So he knew he scared the ducking shit out of people by just raising his brow or doing so much as staring.

    Sunstreaker averted his gaze back to the crowd. "Where are you truly from? Where's your home?" She finally asked. "I don't have a home. My place should be in Washington, DC, but I know how things will get once I arrive there. That's why I am here, off their radar."

    "Who are they?" It was the first time he mustered a sad smile. "My team. I am in the army, sort of." He never mentioned that before. "You're a soldier?" It explained his mouth-watering physics, but not the expensive car. "Of some sort, yes." She didn't push for more answers and followed his gaze. This place wasn't even on the map, but she was sure with all the murders, this town would get a lot of publicity if the town hadn't already had that.

    "I'm going. See if I can get through the crowd. Thank you for... walking me home." She pushed off the wall. "Electra?" Her name rolled off his tongue with such ease and elegance that she couldn't suppress the shiver skittering down her back. "Careful." It sounded more like a threat than a warning. She nodded once and slipped into the crowd.