There are no men like me

Nightmares and torture

 The man was an enigma... A gorgeous, tantalising enigma, but a mystery all the same. How was he alive after all this time , yet still so young? He only look a couple of years older than I am. What had happened to him to make him so...distant...shut off..? Why did those aliens want him alive so badly? My only guess was that he vas a valuable ally. They definitely had put a lot of faith in him. After all ,he was so..lethal. I shuddered..not because of the violence he was capable of but rather how he had started to affect me.

Fucking hormones...they were gonna be the end of me.

The bedroom door opened, I glanced up through my lashes to see him standing in the doorway looking at me. His skin looked far paler, and his locks still hung wet around his face. My cheeks heated up. I was sure my whole body was heating up too. Was he aware he was so beautiful?

He walked forward then, brushing past me to reach into his bag, I shivered at the minimal contact.He pulled out a pair of black boots, and walked to the table, to lace up his shoes.

He was trying to kill me, it was official. He had changed his mind from a quick death to a drawn out ,torturous one.

I watched dumbly, as he strode in and out of the room, retrieving a lantern , to set it in the bedroom.

He came for me then. I couldn't help but stare at him. He looked so different dressed casually. Man .. he was a fucking treat in informals! But that didn't mean that he dint also look painstakingly good in his armour, cause he damn well did.

My mind was working in a haze. The only thoughts in my head were of him and his stupidly good looks...I needed sleep.

He grasped onto my arm and led me into a different room, having a bed. The bed was pathetic but well, Beggars can't be choosers. He stopped in the middle of the room , and gave my back a little shove towards the bed. I arranged myself as comfortably as I could leaning up against the headboard. He tossed a blanket towards me, thankfully I caught it before it hit my face. I gave him a little scowl which he returned with a plain look. I covered my legs with the blanket, paying attention to him ,as he took out items from the bag. Without turning he tossed a packet of beef jerky at me. I caught it quickly and turned it over in my hands...It was from my fridge...

What else did he..? How much did he know about me...?

"So..." He tilted his head slightly without turning, "How much do you know about me?" He knew my name. And I did not tell him.

He faced me , sitting down on a couch , spreading his legs wide. Comfortable much?

" You are Anastasia Grace. No living family. Librarian. Healer. Or at least aiming to be one." I shot him a pointed look "Previous home, Washington DC."

He gave me a look then, as if challenging me to ask him further.

"That..you got that from..m-"

"Apartment." He ground out." You mortals, have your lives spread out like a map."

I opened my bag of jerky and ate a couple of pieces...I passed him a look."You wont eat?"

He frowned but answered anyway,"I ate."

We sat in silence, until I decide to break it again." Why did you not kill me?" I inquired almost shyly, afraid of the answer. Afraid he might change his mind. His eyes flickered to mine, a dark sort of graveness behind them. His jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed. It told me , he wasn't planning on answering. At least not yet.

We stared at each other for a few moments, and that's when I finally noticed it. His emerald eyes were bloodshot. His pale skin had fairly visible dark circles under them. His posture said active, but his eyes told me an entirely different story. He was truly and utterly exhausted . When had he last slept? I paled at the thought. At least not in these two days. I doubt he would have let his guard down .My eyes widened and I leaned closer, slightly getting off the bed , to get a better look.