Hypnotic

Three

I blinked, and his eyes were the same color as they had been before - a unique shade of blue-green hazel that seemed to darken the longer I looked at them. The color was entrancing, and for a moment, I was lost in them. I snapped my own eyes shut and pressed my back harder against the wall. "What do you want?" I asked the question calmly, even though my body shivered with unease. There was less fear than before, but I was still extremely wary of the male sitting on the bed opposite of me, watching me curiously like a scientist watching a new specimen.

I could feel his gaze on me. It was cool and cutting, almost analytical. "I just found you interesting is all," he finally replied. His voice was even and seemed to carry a natural purr that, perhaps unintentionally, made me shudder. "So then I'm just a toy to you?" I huffed out, keeping my eyes firmly closed. "Something for you to study and play with?" "Not exactly..." I felt the bed shift, and my eyes flew open to stare directly into his. I felt my breath stutter to halt as his honey-covered words slipped past his lips. "You're special."

A part of me wanted to laugh in his face. How much more cliche can you possibly be? But his aura and his eyes held me captive, and I couldn't bring myself to really react. My chest was beginning to burn from the lack of oxygen, so I tentatively inhaled a small breath through my nose. His scent hit me like a truck and it was suddenly like I was his prey. He was the wolf. And I was the rabbit. A broken whine escaped my throat and my breathing turned strained, and Damiar, with a smirk ever growing on his lips, finally moved away.

I gulped in air in a starved manner, my hand moving to my throat as though I had just been released from a chokehold. "Special..?" I finally managed to choke out. "Yeah, okay, sure.." He chuckled, slowly making his way to the window where he drew back the curtain. The lamp blew out with a soft pink, causing me to jump slightly. The surrounding lights outside the window cast an eery glow on the man's face, and suddenly, I was afraid again. "You don't believe me. That's quite alright, darling. I didn't expect you to.."

"What are you?" I muttered softly, my muscles relaxed and trembling slightly from having been tensed so long. He turned back to me, his eyes glittering in the low light. "You assume I'm not human?" The question was devoid of emotion, but I could still somehow sense his slight surprise. "You can't be," I finally answered after a short pause. "At first I thought you were just a psychopathic stalker and hacker or something, but not even someone that insane could just appear in a hotel room out of thin air.." I trailed off, not daring to look him in the eye, even though they didn't seem to hold the same entrancing effect from a distance as they did up close.

Damiar hummed, returning to his spot on the other bed. Once again, I could feel his eyes on me, although the feeling was warm this time, not cool like before. "Look at me." The command was not harsh, and I fully intended to defy him, but my head lifted on its own, and then I was gazing into two, glowing orange, cat-like eyes. I could feel the fear squeezing my chest, but the rest of my body felt numb. I almost felt drugged, had my mind not been so active. I internally screamed at myself to look away, move, to disobey in some way.

And I blinked.

I shot off of the bed and ripped the door open, running down the hallway and making a beeline to the stairs. I didn't trust the elevator... Somehow I knew he would stop me much quicker if I took it. By the time I hit the first floor, I was gasping and nearly tripping over my own feet. The woman in the lobby was quick to help me sit, but I insisted that I couldn't stay. She dialed 911, but even from my position some feet away, I could still hear it. I could still hear the busy dial tone.

The lights flicked off. The woman screamed, but it was quickly muffled.

"Oh, baby.. There's nowhere to run."

A/N: Sorry this one is so short! But I felt like you guys deserved something, even though writer's block is treating me like a straight bitch right now.. I would also like to add that I highly respect Damiar and I know that in real life he's a sweetheart. This story and it's events are strictly fictional.