Shadows Of The Dead

Chapter 4

Next morning had been a mess. Craven opened his eyes only to be revealed by the charm inside his bedroom. He looked up in a deary feeling, the hangover was not recovered.The bed was already made, he stood up from the floor and  walked over the door. Looking gutsy, he ambled to the woman stretching in his living room. Craven's eyes slightly caught the sword resting on his couch whilst Ahana leaned her back onto the floor.

Her eyes caught Craven staring at her. "Now that you are definitely awaken.. I need something to eat" Ahana faced him.

"Lady, there's a limitation. How did you even get in my house?" Craven yawned.

"Oh you don't remember?" Ahana asked and walked over. "Last night, I guess you were drunk and I had followed you home"

Craven scratched his head. "Oh.. Wait, did you follow me?"

"Are you deaf?"

Craven vibrated. "What are you doing in my house anyway?"

Ahana walked over already feeling vexatious. "What do I look like to you?" She grasped her sword and brought it over on her shoulder.

Craven blinked and rationalized her features. Her hair was silky black dressed under the red rose hair slide. She had worn a thick bright greyish dress, going down into the floor. Craven's eyes flattered. Ahana seemed like she was doing a royal role in those clothes. The sword looked rather ancient with the scarified marks on its haft. Then he decided to shrug it off.

"What do you mean with the shrug?" Ahana asked, confused through her green eyes.

"I mean you look spick and span." Craven replied.

He turned to take a seat on the couch. Ahana stole his seat and laid back, relaxing her body. Craven stood watching her splay her arms while yawning. He had many questions pop up in his head. Who the hell was she? Why would she even stay at his house? She could be anyone.. Murderer? A psycho?

"What are you thinking?" Ahana asked. Snapping Craven out of his dream world. "I'm really hungry. Can you bring me food?"

"Um.. I'll check the cabinet if there's anything for you to eat" Craven rushed into the kitchen and searched the cabinet. There was no groceries. He would not spend much time at home so he didn't have to waste his money on groceries. The nights and days he would be out, enjoying himself at the clubs and parties with his friends.  Okay.. I'll take her out to eat and then get rid of her. She is probably a criminal trying to hide from the cops.  "Maybe I should hand her over to the cops. Or I'll just call the cops" Craven thought.

He moved over the counter, sitting down across it. He yawned. The hangover should have thrown up already. He lead in closer and watched Ahana meditate on his couch with comfort. Then his stomach trembled, causing bubbles pop up. Indeed, he was hungry.

Craven pulled out his smartphone and punched in letters, sending it to Nick. Then he peaked over to Ahana, she was standing infront of him across the counter and staring. He was startled at first sight and then he softly coughed.

"What were you doing?" Ahana asked looking concerned.

"I..uh..I..uh.." Craven stuttered. Terrified to meet the livid green eyes glaring over him. "I was..uh..texting a friend.. I'm sorry, I'm out of groceries"

Ahana nodded and sat beside him, close enough. He couldn't breath with the stranger seated beside him. She rattled on the seat until Craven stepped back, pulling himself out of the seat.

"Can I just ask ?" Craven met her gaze. "Who are you? and what are you doing inside my house?"

"My name is Ahana Emerson." She answered reasonably. " Until I find a way to go back to my century, I'll have to live in this world. Probably looking for a answer"

Craven stared blank at her face. "So you're telling me that you're from the past?" He started laughing. Not able to hold back his laughter, tears dribbled down his cheeks. "What a joke, princess?" He laughed even harder.

He then took a deep breath, trying to hold back his laugh. Wiping away his tears from his elbow, he met her glare. "I'm sorry.. You're just amusing. How could you even travel from the past?"

Ahana stood up and crossed her arms, gazing into his watery greyish black eyes. "This kind of devil travels is latent"She responded. "And you probably are unaware of things around you. "

Craven stood and listened in his smoldering intensity, along with his arms crossed.

"What you feel is touch, what you hear is noise, but when you see. " Ahana rotated her arms around. "Is nothing"

He sat back, annoyed. Okay, whatever she had just said. You got nothing,right? Damn, what does she even want from you? Craven thought. He hesitated for a moment, then looked at her. "So what do you want ?"

Ahana hummed in her thoughts. "Trust me, I won't hurt you. I just need to stay here until I find my answers to return home. But right now I'm really hungry" Her words gave Craven a giggle.

Ahana watched Craven having a conversation with his friend over the phone. He was not happy with her over but anyone who Ahana would trust was Craven. She could feel his heartbeat, smooth and slowly pumping being the purest. He had a hidden love within, and he let her stay. But this world, this is not hers. She can't live here, she knows nothing of this world. This world had sparkling stores at night, astonishing people, soft pavement and cell phones. She had came in the most advanced world ever.

Devils won't lurk over here.

"Ahana?" Craven called, waving his hands. There stood a man in his hoodie behind him, he looked dangerous with his red eyes and pale skin. It was a devil.

Ahana gasped.