The Life of a Charlotte

Chapter 2: His answer

I couldn't believe what was happening. As I looked around, I realized that I was in my room. I was still soaking wet from running in the pouring rain.

The man.

Where is he? I thought. More importantly.... How am I back in my room?! The thought chilled me to the bone. I couldn't believe that any of this was happening.

The man walked in.

It was casual. He took his time striding to my bedside. I inched away from the edge of the bed, trying to make as much room between me and him. I didn't trust him one bit.

My breathing quickened, as the fear grew inside me again. " You're awake," he said. I just nodded, knowing that my words would fail me and start to crack with tears.

He was behind me before I could even blink. Grabbing my waist with one arm and holding my face with his free hand. My bed was not up against a wall, and allowed him complete access to me from behind.

I whimpered. I began to cry, even though I knew I shouldn't have cried in front of this man. He sniffed my neck and right ear, making sure I could feel all of it. His touch was cold, maybe from the rain. I wanted anything but to be like this, with this man.

"shhhh. Don't cry," he whispered "I won't hurt you, unless you don't give me my answer."

I nodded my head. My tears were coming out slow, but I didn't make a noise. I wiped my tears from my face. That's when I realized that I could try to get away. He wasn't holding my arms down.

He was too smart for me though. Grabbing my hands with his right hand, and pulling them down in front of me, the man held me. You could feel how strong he was, because I knew that he wasn't even straining to hold me down.

The position he had me in was uncomfortable. My legs were tucked under me, my arms were also held down in front of me, with him still holding my waist and hands.

I let my head fall, looking to my stomach, where I could see his arm around my waist and him leaning over me.

"My answer."

I had no answer though. This man must be as delusional as he was frightening. His grip tightened, causing me to wince in pain.

"I....I don't have ... An answer," I said. It came out as a whisper at first, but grew to form speech just above a whisper. He didn't like this. He turned me so that I would face him.

He crawled on top of me, grabbing my face. His face was full of anger, and his body was tense. He was so heavy! On top of my petite form, he seemed like a boulder about to crush me.

I was so frightened. I closed my eyes so I wouldn't have to look at the now angry blue ones. "How can you see me?!" he demanded. His voice was like something out of a horror movie.

"what does that mean?" I cried out. My eyes were still closed, but I could feel the tension fading. He didn't feel so heavy on top of me. He allowed me to begin to breath. It was ragged. Maybe from both my fear and that I couldn't breath before.

" Do you know what I am?" he asked. The question chilled me to the bone again. It was like his cold touch. I opened my eyes slowly. His face was emotionless now.

He looked like any other man. Nothing about him seemed odd, just that he was incredibly strong and menacing. He was quite pale, but most folk around here were.

"No."

I answered. His face didn't change. He was still emotionless, peering into my tear strained eyes. He didn't move. He just stood there for a minute. I wondered what he was thinking about.

The fear inside me continued to grow, as the light in my room went out. I shrieked from the sudden darkness. The man finally moved, where he went, I was uncertain. My breathing became heavy again.

I ran to my light switch on my wall. I tried it over and over, but my light just would not turn on. The rain must have caused a power outage. That's when I realized that the man was still in my room. I could feel him behind me.

I slowly turned around. He was there. He held a flashlight in his hand, because he suddenly turned it on. That's when I realized that he probably wasn't going to harm me. I was still frightened of him though.

He started walking toward me. I didn't like the slow movement, because I knew he was abnormally fast. Why was he so fast? I wondered for a second, before realizing that he was almost right in front of.

"Don't come any closer!" I yelled. He stopped about five inches from me. The fear was so strong now. I knew I should get away, but I just couldn't get my self to move.

"You're not supposed to be able to see a vampire, " he whispered. " only their mate and mortal enemy can see them."

I froze. Did he imply what I think he was trying to? A vampire?! Those only existed in the imaginations of writers or directors. Maybe this man was as mental as I had thought.

"Which one are you, Charlotte?"