THE CURSE

Chapter 18

The stranger's eyes fluttered open. His vision a bit blurr. He tried to move his arm only to discover his arm was wrapped in bandages. He used his other arm to touch his head that was also covered in bandages. He felt eyes of someone on him. He sat up just to see a pale, dark haired girl staring at him. Her dark jade green eyes looking at him curiously. He moved back startled. He frowned at her. She did this!

"Who the hell are you?" He demanded moving far away from the pale girl

"Rude. I was about to ask the same thing. You tried to kill me!"

The stranger shrugged
"I thought you were an intruder"

Jackie gawked at him, offended
"Intruder?! You don't even live here"

The stranger raised his brow
"And you do?"

"Well..no. I lived here a long time ago"

"Is that so?" The violet haired stranger asked, skeptical

"I think so"

The stranger shrugged
"Whatever"

"Are you okay?" She asked instead

"I'm totally fine. I really love the bandages on my arm and head." He replied sarcastically

"Be nice. You should be thankful I didn't leave you there"

The stranger rolled his eyes
"You did this to me!" He deadpanned

"Well if you didn't try to kill me I won't have. Who are you anyway?!"

"I'm a serial killer" he answered simply

Jackie's blood ran cold
"W-What?"

She stepped back slowly. He laughed

"Oh God, your face was priceless! I can't believe you bought that. I'm kidding. I'm not a serial killer. I'm just someone that takes stuff"

Jackie slowed her racing heart
"You're a thief?"

"I prefer the term collector" He got up, stretching. He noticed Jackie was still at the far end of the room, scared. He chuckled
"Come on. Are you scared of me?"

"Me? S-Scared? Of course not!" She stuttered. He chuckled again

"In that case, let's introduce ourselves" He held his hand out, smiling sweetly "Eli Reeves"

Jackie stared at his hands, then his face and back to his hands. She walked very slowly towards him. She moved like she treaded on thin ice. She took his surprisingly warm hands. "Jacqueline Lyon"

Eli raised his brow. A smile appeared on his face. His stormy grey eyes sparkled with curiosity

"Really. How did you get here?" He asked sitting back on the couch. He knew her,obviously. She was the only heir to the Lyon's fortune. It was rumored she was cursed and died in the terrible fire that claimed so many lives at St.Rita's orphanage.

Could this pale girl be the heir?

"Why do you care?"

He shrugged
"I really don't. We're in a creepy house in a deserted town. I think we need to stick together."

She frowned a bit. This guy was overly sarcastic and so far very annoying but he was right. She needed all the help she could get

"Fine" she sighed

"Plus I know who you are."

"You do. Was I famous?"

"Kind of. You're the multi billionaire daughter of the deceased Lewis and Isabella Lyon. Everyone knew you. But after the orphanage burned down you vanished. You were rumored dead. What happened?"