Millennial in another millennium

Ch-5 The one with the wild eyes

Rayna-

I felt a sharp sting on my head, as if somebody had plucked my hair.

"Ouch", I thought but continued to embrace the darkness.

I felt it again.

I opened my eyes and my mouth to yell that idiot who was trying to get me go bald, only to get lost in a whirl of green.

I was lucky enough not to be an outdoor person, otherwise I would have gotten lost in the deep, dark forest of those brown speckled green eyes. I swear I felt the freedom, the wildness trapped in them.

I slowly got up while taking in the face that was hovering above mines just seconds ago. Pale alabaster skin, midnight black hair, straight aristocratic nose, and bloodred lips. Damn, this guy could give Edward Cullen a run for his fangs. I bet he even sparkled in the sun.

Alex was gorgeous too, in a comforting rugged way but this guy, he was an entirely different story. He looked like trouble, and not the kind that makes you miss classes or get you all gooey but the kind that lands you in a prison.

His wild eyes were studying me, his lips curved in a charming smile, his face twisted in an amused expression. It seemed as if he was trying to mock me.

I saw something move in my periphery. It was his hand with two blue strands in it. My eyes narrowed at this as he artfully tried to hide his hand from my sight. Busted!!!

My eyes returned to his face, "Do you really think that you can trick someone who has read Sherlock Holmes, the entire series, at least ten times?"

I continued to glare at him, as his eyes seemed to glow and his smile seemed to widen in the light of the oil lamp. Huh, what a weirdo.

Wait, an oil lamp??

And that is when reality came crashing down on me.

I sinked deeper into the bed and clutched my head in both my hands. My panicked eyes looked all around the room waiting for something, anything to happen.

My eyes locked with those wild ones, he was as still as me. The entire room was heavy with anticipation.

I should have ran away screaming, if only I had somewhere to go. My home was centuries away from here.

With this thought, I lowered my eyes.

Right now I only needed to do one thing, and that was to survive. I was not here to pick petty ego fights.

I was now studying the pattern on the blanket that was draped over me as my fingers played with its hem.

I needed a story, an explanation for my sudden appearance at this place, and my appearance in general.

Damn, I should have listened to my mom and never dyed my hair in the first place.

The story needs to be tragic, very tragic indeed, I needed these people to pity me enough to provide me with food, water, and shelter for at least a few days, till I figure out what was actually going on.

Telling them the truth was only going to land me in a mental asylum, if they had any during this period of time.

God, what was I going to say.

I was so lost in my own thoughts that I did not notice when a hand, a warm soft comforting one at that, came to rest on mine own.

I looked at it, with my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I slowly lifted my face and was confronted with the alabaster one looking down at me with a comforting expression and worried eyes.

His lips parted to give way to a silky smooth voice, " I am sorry for plucking your hair miss, I thought it was a wig." He ended with a sincere smile.

Oh so now he apologizes, idiot. At least it was going in the right direction, at least he has still not kicked me out.

The thought of being kicked out sent chills to my spine.

I knew people in my position would be more concerned about their whereabouts but trust me hunger is the worst thing that can happen to you.

The thought of being hungry in an unknown land scared the shit out of me.

I nodded for him to continue while knowing that my body has grown tensed.

"I found you fainted in the kitchen and then carried you here miss. Alexander would be coming anytime with food and amenities", he said with a calm voice, as if he has dealing with a scared animal, an animal who would run away if he made a single wrong move.

He was right, but he did not know that this animal had nowhere to run too.

Luckily, the fact that Alex was going to be here made me relax a bit.

I nodded again. My mind was busy fabricating a list of the most tragic things I have heard of in my life.

He seemed to grow impatient by my reactions or the lack of them.

He confused me, why did he want me to stay? And shouldn't the fact that I was not moving or reacting bring him relief, if he really wanted me to stay?

I trained my gaze on his figure. He sat on the chair next to the bed, clad in a white shirt and breeches, well at least he was not wearing that ridiculous coat.

While trying my best to be a pitiful person who he will just take in, I said in a soft quivering voice, " Who are you, sir?" I swear if I had some glycerin on me, I would have easily been more pitiful than those girls who sold matchsticks.

Yeah, I was being mean and selfish and whatever but a girl gotta do what she gotta do.

Instead of melting on the inside, he seemed to get annoyed by it. he even had the guts to look disappointed. What kind of evil stage master was this guy? Did he not have a heart? Damn, he was just as mean and selfish as me. I mean last time I checked, I had superb acting skills, I mean I did fool that Alex guy so why was it not working now?

He groaned in frustration before looking back at me studying him, mild shock passed over his face, before his charming voice was back on.

I also had quickly cover up my irritated look by the oh-I-am-so-scared-please-help-me look .

I also added feeble shivering to make the act more convincing. See, told ya, acting is my thing.

I saw something flash in his wild eyes but before I could point it out he sighed softly and said,

"I am Lord Zion Weatherby Bridgewater"

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Hey, 

Sparks are flying. 

I hope you all liked Zion and Rayna's first meet !!!

Quick question, will you like to read Zion's P.O.V of this chapter??

Bye.

p.s. Is there anyone here who thinks that reading  "Twilight"  was a complete waste of their time?