Destined

Three

I froze. He was here to kill me. That's the first thing I could think of. I couldn't move, let alone speak. I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out causing him to smile. A slow smile that literally transformed his face before my very eyes. I gasped. For a possible killer, he looked....good. I took a deep breath and stepped back and he cocked his head to the side, regarding me as though I was a defenseless animal.

"W-what are you doing here?" I stammered, my voice shaky and tiny.

"Did you not request my presence?" He asked.

My brain was muddled as he spoke. He didn't sound anything like the menacing killer from last night but still I knew it was him. He was tall, my head barely reached his shoulders. He had long, semi-thick, black hair tied loosely at the nape of his neck. He wore heavy leather boots, well they looked heavy, with dark blue jeans and a grey shirt that showed off his torso. His broad shoulders were under a black biker's jacket and he was wearing the gloves to match.

"Matthew told me you wanted me to beg personally for your silence." he said leaning against the door effectively blocking me in.

"What? That's not..."
So Matthew lied?" He raised a perfectly arched brow at me and I shut up immediately. He sighed., "Well, I'm here, and I'm asking you to keep what you saw to yourself,"

Did he have his gun? Would he kill me here in my room? Surely Matthew wouldn't have allowed this to happen. What if Matthew didn't even know he was here?

"Are you here to kill me?" I asked slowly.

A look of surprise flittered across his face and he stood straighter.

"Why would you think that?"

"You had a gun," I said matter of factly.

"I don't have one now," I stared at him as though I didn't believe him.

He sighed and shrugged his jacket off, letting it drop to my bedroom floor. Then he raised his hands to slightly above his head and slowly turned around to reveal no imprint of a gun.

"No gun," he said.

My eyes dropped to his feet in question. He smirked and reached down to pull the legs of his pants up. Nothing. He returned to his full height.

"No gun," he repeated. I continued to stare at him. "Would you like me to strip completely?"

"Why are you here?" I asked looking away to hide my blush of embarrassment.

"Like I said, I need you to keep my secret,"

"Why?" I asked surprising myself.
"I'd rather not have everyone know I have uh...issues, I am new here,"

"Did you kill Roger?" I asked, wary of the position I'd found myself in.

"No, it was dark, your alcohol must have influenced your perception, Roger is alive," he sounded both bored and clinical, which annoyed me.

"You left him on the street," I seethed, unsure of why I was so angry.

"I needed to calm down, or I might have killed him, I was doing him a favour really," he said nonchalantly and I stepped back surprised by his disregard for his grave actions.

"You were doing him a favor by beating the crap out of him?" I asked.

He pushed himself off the door and walked to my shelf to study my books blatantly ignoring me. My eyes darted from him to the now free door and I contemplated making a run for it. I knew he'd catch me but I still wanted to try. If I could at least get downstairs screaming, someone was sure to hear me.