Actor Imagines: Thomas Brodie Sangster Book 2

Footsteps

When I arrived I smiled, at the lovely London house, the old Victorian building work perfectly from the kerb, the gloom and grey of London's sky made the house creep back from the world slightly as if it was hiding within the grey. I got my old golden key from my pocket and smiled checking the address was correct. I stepped forward from the paved roadway onto the cracked grey path, with little weeds growing out the cracks and grout of the pavement stones. I lifted the lock on the cast iron black gate pushing it open with a high whine and a scratch as it marked the red brinks on the ground, I went in and shut the gate behind me, looking at the slightly over grown front garden of my side I would have to deal with that soon, on the other side was a fairly neat lot of grass with a bush in the corner of the fence, a potted plant by the door and window, and the path to there door and the garden behind the house, I saw a motorbike parked in that little Gally way between front and back garden it looked nice and we'll looked after, I went to my little door putting the key in. As I did I saw a movement out the corner of my eye i looked and saw the window of nextdoor the nets where moving slightly as if someone had peaked out, I'm not surprised I suppose nosy londoners having a look at me I suppose until the door opened and I jumped a little surprised at the tall thin man who came out,

His golden and brown hair clearly fixed with his hands, his face youthful and sweet seemingly, his brown eyes cute as he looked at me, his hands dirty like he had been working as he gripped the frame of his door, he had a blue triumph shirt so faded it was hard to recognise Hugging him snuggly his arms thin and strange I felt as if my wrists where bigger almost, his black jeans hugged his legs so close I wondered how he even got them on without witchcraft Being involved somehow, he blinked a few times looking at me

"Hello?" I smiled

"Who are you?" He asks

"I'm y/n, I'm just moving in" I replied

"Moving in? Your going to be living...next to me?" He asks and I nod "is it... Just you?" He asked and I nodded "I'm Thomas" he smiled coming closer and offering his hand on happily took it meeting him properly "did you want any help? Moving in and all?" He offers

"That would be nice" i smiled

I did love this little house, so vintage, gothic and beautiful, I stood unpacking my things into the new places in this house I'm not sure where Thomas is? He came over again today to help me unpack some more even if I insisted I was alright, I sent him to the dishes an hour ago, I don't have that many dishes and things, what's taking him so long?

As soon as I finished up with this I went to the kitchen but he wasn't there I heard footsteps upstairs so I rushed up and found my bedroom door open, one of the rooms I insisted Thomas wouldn't help with, I met him not even a week ago I'm not letting him near my personal things. But he was in there I could hear him muttering things to himself so I burst in and he hid something behind him turning to me

"Y/n! What are you doing up here?" He asks

"My house, my bedroom Thomas, better question would be what are you doing up here?" I explain

"I uhh I thought I heard something" he says "I wanted to make sure it wasn't a burglar or something worse" he explained

"What have you got behind you?" I ask

"Ohh uhh nothing y/n" he says showing his hands empty

"Uh, okay" i nod taking him back downstairs with me

I sat in my bed on his cold, stormy London night. The wild howling like mad, hungry wolves, hitting into the side of my house and thought the haunting tree in my garden. The rain battering my roof and windows harshly the noise of the rain inescapable. The Street light outside was out leaving the only light the flicking candle, orange and pink glow of the tealight candle in my salt lamp beside my bed. And the sudden flashes of lighting in the sky, thunder following behind it meaning the storm was here to stay atleast for Tonight.

The power is out and my house seemed.... Frighteningly quiet.

No TV, no music, no cooking, no kettle boiling, no hum of standby electronics, the fire downstairs long dead in this rain, just me alone in this silent storm.

I lightly shivered as I had only worn my little strap shirt and pink panties to bed but I had my soft duvet against me and my two snuggly blankets.

I moved turning away towards my other pillow Hugging it close tying to fall into my dreams when I heard a noise.

It sounded as if the rain was heavier, louder even but I thought little of it, I could hear the dripping of water perhaps a sink is dripping somewhere in my house but then...footsteps up my stairs. I froze, unsure, scared, confused when I heard my bedroom door creak open but quickly Shut again, I squeezed my eyes shut trying to look asleep. I was confused as I heard this person step so quietly like they where trying not to wake me I heard steps and breaths gentle and slow I felt that breath against my skin and tried not to flinch

"Y/n? Are you awake?" I heard Thomas ask but he sounded strange not his normal voice like a haunting shell or memory of what was before I didn't move I didn't want to, what was he doing here? Was he just coming to check up on me in the storm? Is it because of the power out? How did he get in? Why wouldn't he knock? Why wouldn't he call out for me? Why wouldn't he call? What was he doing on my room? "Umm your so beautiful when your sleeping" he smiled moving some hair from my face "like a little innocent angel" he smiled as I felt his fingers on the skin on my arm "hummm no lacy, silky nightie Tonight?" He asked and I froze a shiver down my spine, lacy silk nightie? How does he know about that I only wear I nights I feel a little... lonely and want a little fun with myself or my toys. "That's alright darling, I'll make do" he smirked I felt a kiss on my cheek he was as cold as ice and still I felt compelled not to move I felt my covers move away revealing me to the cold air and his hand slip up my skin "awww goosebumps, my poor girl all cold don't worry I'll be in bed soon" he whispered kissing my head I didn't move still even If I was struggling not to shiver his hand skirted around my hip before I felt a tug on my panties I froze unsure I wanted to stop him but I couldn't bring myself to stop him I felt a ice cold blade slip between the cotton of my panties and my skin cutting the cotton, he did this in a couple places before slipping them of me "you sleep beautiful" he smirked kissing me softly I felt him press his throbbing cock against my back "Ummm I can't wait any longer you beautiful temptress" he smirked going to push inside me but I screamed and jumped out my bed making him jump and fall out my bed "your awake!" He yelled "what the hell! Scaring me like that!"

"Scaring you! Your the one who broke into my house! In the middle of the night! And cut my underwear off!" I screamed

"I thought you where asleep!"

"That's not an excuse you asshole!"

"Come on... to can't blame me y/n, I can hardly control myself around you and.... seeing you tucked in bed like that, how am I meant to resist you" he smirked

"Wake me next time"