Grim Echoes

Chapter 30 - Maeve

"Mason has not been shopping for some time. This was all there was. I actually brought the bananas. I hope turkey is alright,"

Maeve hated turkey. "Its fine, thank you,"

Maeve ate and tried to remember the turns she and Will made on their way to his room. Mainly so she could avoid the area he'd told her was alarmed. How long would she be with them this time? Even though she'd only been with them for three days previously, they were the longest three days of her life.

After they ate, they lounged in the room. She picked through the books on the cot. Most of them were old, and primarily focused on the lore of monsters. With closer inspection she realized most of them weren't in English, she recognized a few in German or French. She only knew some Spanish. With a sigh, she put them back. Maeve poked around on the desk near the cot and found many papers of all shapes and sizes, with scribbled notes all over them. It reminded her of the behavioral center. Some patients would have episodes where they'd write on anything they could get their hands on, which included the walls of their rooms if they weren't monitored. She couldn't read the tiny handwriting, but it looked like notes of some sort.

Combating boredom, she paced the perimeter of the room, investigating anything on the walls, ceiling, or floors that caught her attention. Ander changed where he sat or stood based on her movement. Silently he watched her, near her, but not interacting with her. Strangely, she tended to gravitate near him.

He'd taken her down the hall twice to use the bathroom, but to her frustration he chose two different routes and left her confused and wondering if she'd be able to find the bathroom on her own. At one point he'd locked her in the room to get more water and she'd allowed herself a moment to beat against the couch to relieve frustration. 

Her stomach growled again. Maybe it was dinner time? At this point it could be time for breakfast? How would she know? "I really want sushi," Maeve said and slumped on the couch. "I know there isn't any here, I just," she stopped when her eyes teared up.

Ander sat beside her on the couch, close, but didn't touch her. She scooted closer until their legs brushed against each other's. Her hand slid on his leg as she bit her lip. Slowly, she raised her gaze to his bright green eyes, somewhat obscured by his long bangs. She knew she shouldn't touch him. Somehow it wasn't ok anymore, maybe it'd never had been. Doubt filled her, but she needed the contact. It was the only thing that seemed solid. Everything else since she woke felt surreal.

"Do we really have to stay in this one room until they get back?"

Ander grimaced. "Yes. It is the only place I know you are safe."

That didn't make sense, she'd lured a werewolf out so they could kill him. That situation was a lot more dangerous than when the angel appeared. Why was she no longer safe? "But you're a soldier of night, you can protect me." she leaned toward him.

He inhaled deeply. His expression shifted as he went through several emotions. Finally, it settled on something that reminded her of adoration.

"We must stay here," his voice firm, but he winked at her.

Confused, she sat back against the couch. Ander stood and left the room. After a few minutes, the door opened with Ander in the hallway, a small smile on his mouth. He put his finger to his lips and motioned for her to come to him. She stood and walked to the door. When she opened her mouth to ask him what was going on, he gently pulled her through the doorway into the concrete hallway. 

He moved his finger to her lips and gazed at her. All of her concerns disappeared, staring into his eyes she needed to touch him. On its own accord, her right hand moved to his chest before it slid to rest against his neck. The air seemed thick and hard to breathe. Her skin tingled as she remained frozen, caught in his gaze. With a deep breath, he moved his hands to her shoulders and slowly turned her so she could see into the room.

Her hand flew to her lips as she gasped. She was still in the room, and so was Ander. At least it appeared that way. She spun to face him. His smile widened and to her amazement reached his eyes. She opened her mouth again, and he shook his head no and pointed at the ceiling. Maeve looked up and closed her mouth. She had no idea why they needed to be quiet, but she trusted his knowledge of Mason's keep. He held out his hand to her. Without hesitation she clasped it.

Excitement coursed through her as they moved hand in hand through the concrete tunnels. He made too many turns to keep track of where the room was or find her bearings. It didn't matter to her at the moment. Thrilled they were going somewhere. It didn't matter where that was. Ander took her out of the room because she'd wanted him too.

The ceilings got lower and lower until finally they were barely taller than Ander. The damp smell in the hallways increased as they continued and confirmed they were underground. He stopped and squeezed her hand. She smiled at him when he glanced back at her. He put his finger to his lips again and gave her a stern expression. She nodded in understanding.

Ander let go of her hand and turned to a spot of darkness in front of him. She stared into the darkness curious, it wasn't like someone had turned out all the lights. It made her feel strange just peering at it. Pitch black and inky, it shifted as she watched it. Shifted? She wanted to walk into it. Needed to. Enraptured by the blackness, she almost didn't notice when Ander made strange gestures with words that didn't sound like any language she'd ever heard before. In a flash, the blackness disappeared.

Maeve blinked with surprise and turned to Ander. He winked at her and put his hand out again. He stood straight. She hadn't realized before how often he'd been slouched down. Awed by him, she reached out. He paused on the other side and made similar gestures and said more words and the blackness re-appeared. Ander led her around a corner to a ladder. He looked up to a rounded door in the ceiling before he returned his gaze to her. Without thought she threw her arms around him. He stiffened and then relaxed before putting his arms around her.