Toxic Cravings

Chapter 1 ~Her~

 The kettle whistled it's high pitched scream as the water heated to a boil.  The redhead hurried over to the kitchen to silence the pot.   She glanced out the large window a few feet behind her and frowned.

'Didn't I close that?'

Taking a cup from the cabinet she poured herself a cup of water.  She frowned at herself for not putting a tea bag in before pouring the water.  Her bare feet shuffled over to the pantry to find a tea that would relax her.   Her green eyes scoured the shelf for the perfect one, lavender mint with jasmine.   Tea bag in hand she returned to her cup and placed it in.   A frown covered her face, again as she realized she needed a spoon to push the bag of dried herbs into the hot liquid.   Her hand floated to the drawer but froze.   Her eyes looked over to the window again.   She could feel eyes watching her every move. Opening the drawer to retrieve a spoon she thought to herself.

'I live on the tenth floor of a fifteen story building in New York. Gen, someone on another flat is bound to look at you from across the street.'

She closed the drawer but still felt eyes burrowing into her.  She groaned to herself and walked to the window.   Looking out she saw nothing but streetlights and the local homeless.  Her eyes caught movement that disappeared into an alley.  She let out the breath she was unconsciously holding and shook her head, no one was watching her.  Everyone that was outside were either drunk, trying to find their car, or someone in a building across the street because her light was the only one on in the building at midnight.  She closed the curtains and took her cup of tea back to the couch.  Gen placed her cup on the stand next to it and sat down on the couch with her laptop on her lap.   That feeling of being watched, the intensity of it was what she had in mind when she wrote a section for her book.  She opened a document and searched for in uncompleted section.   The passage described a young woman being watched from a stranger turned friend from the shadows.   The passage was written so it seemed the man watching her was of a demonic origin and his stare was haunting.   Gen's brow furrowed as she pulled up her document of characters.  She scrolled and scrolled until she found him.

Hair:   Blackest of black; shaggy, long but still short. Could be described as an unkempt emo look.

Eyes:   true form dark red, mortal form golden with light tan flecks.

Physical:   A dark tan with scars covering his body. Adequate muscling, softly defined. Teeth are like a sharks but meet/line up perfectly.

Gen got up from her seat and took out her paints and sketch pad.  Her pencil moved quickly as she drew out his strong jawline and hard eyes.  Everything on him seemed to be sharp and cold. Her brush rolled from the couch in her frenzy to put the image down on paper.  She looked at her rough sketch and picked up her brush.  Using a paper plate she found under the couch from her expedition, she mixed the colors to fill in the fine details of her antagonist.

She finished and looked at her work.  The image was exactly how she saw him in her mind.  Once more she frowned at the paper.  She drew him with a blank expression, but she could swear he was smirking at her in the way he always did when her protagonist did something that amused him.  Gen closed the pad and tossed it to the far side of the room.  Her hands floated to her head as she sighed.  She needed to stop entertaining her emotions and finish putting together her master thesis.  She looked at her computer screen and groaned "It's not going to get itself done..."