Bruises and Bitemarks [Hiatus]

Was I too trusting of this man?

Yes, I was.

Now that I think about it, what was wrong with me? I willingly walked over to his house; I willingly stepped into it and had lunch with him! It was a nice event, but there was something about that man that just threw me off in a way that I honestly do not like. Sure, earlier I had said otherwise, and I suppose I still feel that way because…I want to go back.

“You’re leaving?” he asked.

“Yes, sir, it’s getting late. I have to walk back to my car on the outskirts of this forest.”

“Do you need me to accompany you?”

“Oh, no! That’s fine! I was a bother enough, sir, I—“

He stopped me from finishing my sentence and shook his head, “You were not a bother, Amy,” he said kindly. “I hardly get company.”

I wonder why. Look at where you live. I was surprised at how I even found the place. If it weren’t for the smoke then the house would have remained invisible… You are out in the middle of nowhere, Mr. Fear! Oh wait, I forgot.

“Please, Miss Amy, call me Zachary. Or better yet, Zac.”

“Yes, sir, um, Zac.”

I was flashed with another charismatic smile, complete with the bright white teeth that even had sharp canines to boot.

I never seen such sharp teeth, it was weird but in a cool and even kind of pretty way. Everything about him was beautiful, really. And he was so well mannered and so polite.

“I apologise for holding you back on taking your pictures with my talking to you,” he said, looking away for a moment as if he was embarrassed.

I shook my head and laughed, “Oh, no, sir—ugh, Zac! It’s fine.”

“Would it be too much to ask for your return?”

The question hit me all too suddenly and I stared at him, not sure how to respond. I could tell from his eyes that he was anxious to hear my answer, but I wasn’t sure what to say. Yet his eyes were so intriguing; and they effectively pulled me in just like everything else about him. His scent, his appearance, his voice…and as if I was almost hypnotised,

I responded with a no, saying that it would not be too much at all and that I would certainly return in a few days—if not the next—to come and take pictures, and I guess, dine with him again. Of course, he was happy with my answer and bid me adieu as I turned and made my way back to my car. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked away, a shudder ran down my spine and I thought that it was due to the cold. But now that I look back on that moment, it was really because of him.

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And now, here I am in my dorm room. Thank god that for once my roommate wasn’t in and I could be alone. Alone to think about whether or not I was actually going back to that house or not. It really was a nice house and it could serve for some good pictures for my club, but was it really safe?

Seriously, if I never went back I don’t think I would come into contact with Zac ever again. His house and my school are on opposite sides of the city and he didn’t seem like one to leave his house that much. Now that I think about it, I didn’t even notice a car, but maybe it was in the back.

After I got settled into a change of clothes, I turned to doing my homework, but it was hard to concentrate when his face constantly came to my mind. Really? I met him and talked to him for less than two hours, but I just can’t get him out of my head! His smile was beautiful, as was his raven locks of hair and his luminous green eyes that seemed to shine with an energy that I cannot explain…his…oh, I need to stop. Who is this man, really, and why is he so entrancing?

I will go back and see him tomorrow. I want to know more about him. Why is he living out there by himself? What is such a young and handsome man doing out there alone? Oh gosh, is he some sort of serial killer? I’m just some idiotic girl who has fallen straight into his obvious trap, aren’t I? No, that can’t be! He was so nice and charming…but so was Ted Bundy. I guess I really can’t say that then. And listen to his name! Zachary Fear. Fear? Really? It was like reverse psychology, the weird name attracts in his victims…

I decided to avoid him. It’s not like we have any real relationship or friendship going anyway, and he should be used to people not going to see him. He said it himself, he barely gets company. And that is his fault because he doesn’t want to leave his house. I can’t help it that he doesn’t have friend. Oh, what am I saying? I sound so cruel. But this is how I must be if I want to stay away from him and not be killed…however, it wasn’t confirmed that he was a serial killer. That thought just popped into my head because I was being paranoid. Yeah! He was perfectly safe!