When Secrets Run Out

Watching and Hesitance

Oliver's POV

      I stand in the kitchen, in front of the sink and I watch with a curious gaze as the fluffy pieces of ice continue to gall lazily to the ground.

       While it may look peaceful now, I am aware that inside of the snow storm is actually treacherous and quiet chilling. I can feel the shivers of the cold reaching me through the minuscule cracks along the window.

      This reminds me of the horrid weather I found Eve in so many years ago.

      And ever after all this time I haven't the faintest idea why she was out by herself in the first place. And while typically I can be a nosey asshole, I've let her keep this secret to herself, knowing that some are best kept hidden.

      I think of going to find Peter, my small pet dragon a witch gave me a few hundred years ago, but if I know the sassy creature as well as I believe, he's probably found his way to the foot of my bed where a never ending fire burns in my room.

     I think of turning away when suddenly my ears catch a sound of metal crunching and screeching against each other before slamming into something with a loud catch. It sounds as if there's been a wreck on the road about a mile or so from here. I consider going to take a look but then I think of the repercussions that could cause and I decide it's best if I stay hidden and safe inside my own dwelling as I have been for too many years to count.

      But if I was to attempt it would be four hundred and ninety five years that I've lived in this specific home by my own and I must admit, it's every bit as lonely and excruciatingly painful as it was when I first locked myself away to this ivory tower.

      It's moment like these, when I know I could potentially save someone without explaining away my whole existence, that I wish humans weren't so absurdly dense.

       However that's wistful thinking and I'm sure I'm not the first person to make such a demand of the Gods. Though I should know by know that they frankly don't care about what we want here on this earth. Their only source of amusement is to watch us fail about and use us as a pawn in their match making game that we are forced to be. 

      Despicable.

      But they have the entire world at their fingertips and millions of people that praise the very decisions that they make. So I assume some people have fallen for the trap.

      I shake my head to myself as I get lost in my thoughts and I'm thinking of going to rest myself, the weak sun still doing its job of trying to lull me to sleep when I see something. What I am catching sight of, I'm not entirely sure, but it appears as if it's moving and it's peaks my interest a bit making me neglect the yawn that's trying to rule my body at the moment.

      I let my enhanced eyes sharpen to the shape moving about beyond the tree and snow and just barely I can make out.... a person.

      Someone headed here no less.

       My mind blanks for a moment as I try to comprehend the fact that someone is heading in this direction. My first thought is to wonder why someone would be dumb enough to walk in the middle of a forrest when I recall the crash that I heard ten minutes before. At his just be a survivor. Which means he must have seen the smoke coming from my chimney and thought this was his only chance of living.

      And as I think about the miles of baron land, the bitter snow and the animals that own the night, I realize that I may be.

       I'm actually going to have a visitor that's not Eve or feeding for the first time in hundreds of years and I find myself actually getting a bit anxious over the news. I always plan to a T who and when someone is coming over and it seems as if I have less than ten minutes to make myself look at normal as I possibly can before they get here.

        And yet I still find myself watching the figure as he gets closer and closer. And the closer he gets I see that it is in fact a male and his face is actually one of the attractive nature.

        I feel a weird feeling pass through my body and I makes me frown in confusion. I let it pass however as I watch him stumble over something bad his body lands harshly in the ground. I feel myself down in concern over the smaller male, hoping that he didn't injure himself in the process.

       He's a few hundred feet away from the mansion and I press my thumb against my lip as he stays on the ground for a moment, on his hands in knees for longer than he should and I begin to feel an angst roll through me at the idea of him giving up. I actually give thought to going to retrieve that surely cold body form the snow when he suddenly pushes himself from the ground and shakily gets up.

        I feel a sense of pride for the stranger as he begins making his way closer and I can confirm that the man is entirely human. Anyone with even a touch of supernatural in their blood would have used their speed to get here of the city. And while the thought of letting a human into my home should put me in unease, I find myself strangely looking forward to the encounter. So I observe and I pause as I watch him make his way every step closer to coming face to face with me.

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This is it guys they're finally going to me. Is I decided not to do the last Chan chapter evacue I started falling asleep while I was writing and I had to take a nap. I have enough energy to get the last of what I need done into motion.

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