Perfect Storm

Chapter 8

I gulped when the stranger tore the fire poker from my hands and dropped it- My eyes following it until it hit the ground. The noise still made me flinch.

"Luna-" Mays whimpers.

"Now is that any way to treat your guest?"  The stranger was covered in fresh blood-

The strangers eyes gleamed with an predatory glint- he was enjoying our fear.

I didn't look into his eyes for long though, my eyes begin to wonder to the red substance staining his chest area-

The shirt he had on was ruined-

Following up from the chest, there was a stream of dried blood on his chin and leaking out the corner of his lips- Which set in a firm straight line.

His eyes, which was a dark green and a light brown hazel- Was zeroed in on me and the whimpering girl behind me, both of us weaponless and confused.

"Guest usually doesn't break into somebody's house.." I swallow down some last minute bravery. "Guest politely knock on the door- This, whatever you are doing- Is considered breaking in and entering. Also know as against the law-"

"How am I breaking into my own home?" His voice was low as he growled.

"This isn't your home Ryder!" May spoke from behind me, her voice shaky. "Sean will be home and he's gonna be pissed at you."

"Good-" he shoves pass us and scouts out the living room. His eyes then falls on the dead grizzly stuffed in the corner . "Repulsive-"

"You need to leave Ryder-" May now stood where he was standing in the doorway. Peering down at her fist, she was clenching and unclenching them. "You are not supposed to be here-"

He pivots on his heels gracefully, shooting daggers at the girl. Once she saw the look in his eyes- She then scoots closer to me. "And who's going to do that? You-"

"I-" May quickly shot her mouth when the stranger squint his eyes sharply at her.

"Your threats and suggestions are irritating me-" he hisses before pacing towards the window. His steps were light and barely audible.

He seemed dark- for the moment after I attempted to hit him with a fire poker, the energy in the room turned dark. As is his life source seem to  suck the good energy and put out the bad.

The veins under me skin was tingling. Warning bells was ringing in my head, we needed to get away from him-

Thanks to the heavy percipient outside- it made his hair wet and damp- The clothes he wore was drenched. Once he wore a black jacket with navy blue shirt, both shades darker. He wore black pants as well.

The blood on his face however, looked fresh. As if a just finished his dirty deed moments before coming here.

"Where's Sean?" The monster stalks toward us before stopping. "Vladimir?"

We didn't answer-

Irritates by our silence. "Where are they." He steps a closer, May and I take a step back. Eyeing him with fear..
Upon noticing this- "I won't ask again-" Was his simple comment.