Enchantress of the 1800s

Chapter 2

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Lord Michael visited my residences often as he could he even accompanied me on my trips to the library and flower shop.
Michael is a very unusual character, there are times that he's cold as ice, quiet, and observant. There is another time he's giving cringy jokes or flirting. The man has a way to get any woman bedded just not this woman, don't get me wrong he's strong and good looking but there's just something off about him sometimes.

One time he and I were having brunch on the patio, then something weird happened out of nowhere he shattered his cup of tea and starts talking to himself. The odd part of all of it is that his eyes weren't their normal color they turned white like a thick fog in the woods.

I was speechless at the fact that his eye color changed and he left as fast as lightning. I haven't seen him since not that I would care if he came back, but whenever I thought about what happened that evening sent a shiver down my spine numbing me to my toes. From that evening I was suspicious of what could be out there that you can't see with the naked eye.

" You know avoiding the young man isn't going to get you married young lady I expect grandchildren before am 60." My mother spoke from behind the gray sofa I'm sitting on in the study.

I ignored her and continued to read my book about supernaturals, there is even a chapter about what I had done a week ago.

" When this person touches another the victim is compiled to do as they are told, these beings are rare and even Dangerous."

My eyes went wide after reading that sentence. I shut the book making an echo in the study and marched out of the house, while my mother yell after me.
I had no idea where I have gotten myself, the area is unfamiliar and the stench is unbearable.
The few people I walk by were dirty, unkempt, and had a cigarette in hand.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing in these parts." A musty old man said walking up to me. His breath smelt like food in a container overnight.

He had a nasty glint in his eyes, he wiped his hands on his jeans and reached out to touch me.
My instincts kicked in and I turned on my heels and ran as fast as these ankle killers can go.

I could hear his heavy boots stopping on the ground, he was so close to catching up to me.

Right now would be a good time for that weird mind-erase thing to happen.
I stopped in my tracks as I realized too late that I ran straight into an alley dead end.

" Only a miracle can save you now darling. " he sounded ecstatic which brought bile to my mouth.

I turn around only to be met with his chest in my face and the smell of vomit and liquor.

" Why don't you give me a little peek at what you wearing under that pretty little dress of yours. " he spoke thickly reaching out for the hem of my dress.

I grab his hand putting as much pressure I could muster into my grip.

I looked into his bloodshot eyes and said, "You will not lay a finger on me, you dirty bastard".

The area around where I held started to get warm and the same bright hue from before happened, the dazed like trance was the right time for me to bolt out of this God-forsaken hell hole
I let go of him and ran, my eyes filled up ready to overflow like a dam.
I had trouble finding my way back because of my blurred vision, I was a couple of blocks away from my porch.

There was a figure standing on my porch idly kicking at the pavement beneath him.
The only person I knew of such a giant height was Michael I am still anxious about his presence from the other day.

"If it's my parent you are here to see they're not around until 10,my lord." I said timidly wiping my teary eyes.
" I haven't come to see- Why are you crying? " he said walking towards me no not walking but giant strides.

I stepped backward to put distance between us in case I had to bolt from here as well.

"Why do you smell of vomit and liquor?"

"Lady Nora what happened" there was concern in his voice that totally made me crumble to the floor and cry.

I hadn't even realized I was in his arms until I was inside on the couch with his arms around me.

"H-e he tried to rape me Michael" my voice equated with trying to form a proper sentence.

"Who!?" There was so much power in that one word it made my knees tremble.

His arms were stiff as broad, I turn to look up but what I saw were those deadly-looking misty white eyes like the other day.

My body went stiff, but the only thing I could muster up to say was "What are you?"

His head turns to face me, and those white eyes seem to stare straight into my soul.

"I'm a werewolf " was the last thing I heard before I'm swallowed into a comforting darkness.