The Willows (book three)

Chapter 13

Chapter 13-Ocean’s POV:

I push the library door open, revealing myself to the chilly weather beyond them. The air is cold and feels refreshing after smelling pencils and book pages. I take a deep breath in, descending the stone stairs and down the sidewalk to my parked car far down the street.

Someone rounds the corner in with a slow grace, he was clad in black, the hood of his sweater pulled on his head. I stare intently at his face, his slightly pale skin and jet black hair reminded me of the darkness in the world. His eyes held something so evil it sent a chill to run through my body, his expression numb.

I attempt to recollect myself, telling my wandering mind that it's nothing, but doing no act to simmer my rapid heart. I gaze at him, trying to remain unnoticed. Until his eye divert from the path in front of him up to my own, and I felt it. I felt the jump in my chest and the knots in my stomach as his eyes lock with my own. The male looks at me and smiles, in a sort of friendly way. A way that portrayed innocence, but I recognized the demon in him. He was one of them; one of the attackers.

The realization stops my feet immediately, my mind flashing back to the night in the alley. It was as if he read my mind, as he glances around before clasping my upper arm; pulling me to the side of the sidewalk.

I remain frozen in place. The pain from the tight fist around my limb does nothing against the shock weakening my heart. He turns to face me, releasing my arm,

“Hello.”

He says. His friendly smile transforming into the sly smirk I expected would come. I step away from him, “Stay away from me, I'll scream.” I say with evident fear, it was clear to me of how helpless I sounded, but in this moment I could've cared less.

“I haven’t seen you in a while.” He states calmly, completely ignorant of my threat.

"You weren't in the building the other night?"

His head tilts slightly, "No." He says, putting his hands in his pockets.

I want to run, to put as much distance between us as I possibly can, but I don't know where and I somehow knew I wouldn't make it to my car. 

Before I can think the male catches my wrist and corners me against the front of the building we were closest to. No people were walking down the sidewalk, no one was around to help, which thoroughly frightened me.

I look up to the male's face, his piercing blood red eyes cast into my own. They reminded me of the words I thought meant nothing, but now meant everything,

Don’t trust the blood eyes. 

The male sent that familiarity through me, the feeling I acknowledged when we first encountered, the one I felt with Edward. Through this feeling, a thought found it's way into my mind; he’s a small part on my way to remembering. 

“I want to talk, not hurt you.” He says calmly, taking a step back from me. A part of me wanted to take this as a chance to run away from the danger I felt, but the fact that he backed away shows that he wasn't not going to hurt me, maybe.

“What do you want?” I ask, gripping my coat, “How are things in that pretty little brain of your's? Y’know with the memory loss and everything.” His voice was taunting, but I heard the hidden  concern behind it, surprisingly refreshing from his way of actions.

“I’m fine.” I lie.

Truthfully, my life is so frustrating, so much that I could right a book of all my problems in complete detail. I just wish the remembering part would come soon so everything would finally make sense to me again.