·Autumn, 2014·
The sun was only coming up over the tall buildings when my guest woke up. A lamp was knocked off my end side table by his leg, smashing off the cracked tiled floor of my cheap apartment. I shot up immediately off the floor and went to his aid.
His eyes went to me when the sunlight shone on my thin figure. He blinked in bewilderment and shifted up in my single bed. Roughly I shoved him back down by his shoulders. He winced because of his injuries and his eyes glared up up at me.
"Stay. " I ordered softly.
He reluctantly nodded, his greasy hair rustling slightly.
"W—who are you?" He asked searching my eyes for any familiar traits of a acquaintance. His nose scrunched up in confusion, a red tint surrounding the tip.
My tongue got caught in my throat and I gave him a guarded glance. I never tell anyone my name in fear of getting found by my malicious Father.
"I'm.. Rogue. Just call me Rogue, anything else I will hit you for." I finally spat out accidentally not used to talking to a human, who just happened to be my mate.
His voice shook. "O—okay, Rogue. Where are your parents?"
My eyes narrowed with a cold look and I moved to a standing position.
"That's none of your business. Now, stay in bed and rest. You were hit by a car. " My reply was short and simple and I went into the kitchenette to get him some water.
When I came back, he was fast asleep so I just drank all the water myself. I stared at him in confusion, why did the Gods chose him as my mate? A measly human that even looked near death before the car hit him.
I went over to the window seat and cuddled myself up in ripped pillows. The morning air was sharp and cold, nighttime was worse though. That's why I hunted, or else I would loose my immunity to everyday sickness like the Swine Flu. Which anyone could easily get, except of course the higher ups.
I must have dozed off, for when I opened my eyes again. It was nighttime. It was pitch black outside but I could clearly see the broken down neighbourhood in which I lived. I could already smell my prey. But, I couldn't leave the boy alone.
"Fuck." I growled out staring at my sleeping mate.
My body moved by itself towards him like I was in a trance. A affectionate expression appeared on my face in the darkness of the room. He looked like he should be wrapped up like a present. I already knew I didn't deserve him. He didn't know that I was the monster people were afraid of and that I was all over the newspapers. Most of all he had no idea that I killed his Grandpa, I knew there was no excuses for what I did and I only felt a pang of regret because of it.
"What are you doing?" My mates voice caused me to glare at him feeling embarrassed. I was thankful I didn't reach out and brush his black hair out of his eyes like I wanted too.
"Never mind that. How do you feel?" I said smartly changing the subject.
He licked his dry lips. "I'm a bit thirsty."
After I got him a drink. He gazed around my apartment with interest meaning his eyesight must have adjusted slightly to the dark. He winced when his sprained shoulder rubbed against my bed sheets.
"Shit," He quickly said. "I mean, eh, nice apartment. Yeah that what's I meant."
I gave him a flat look. "You must of have contracted brain damage to think this shithole is nice."
He seemed shock by statement and then grew serious. His thin eyebrows narrowing downwards and he frowned.
"Thank you, for saving me." He smiled at me and my heart did the cliche jump on me because he was my mate. Other wise his smile wouldn't effect me.
I crossed my arms and whispered. "You wouldn't be in this situation if I saved you sooner."
"What, I didn't hear you?"
"Deafness will be added to your ongoing list of injuries." I said sarcastically bitchy.
"Gee, thanks Ice Queen." He muttered back annoyed looking away.
I jumped when he suddenly turned around. His eyes frantic and accused. My bedsheets falling off of his half naked body that didn't really effect me but made me advert my eyes to meet his.
"D—did you happen to see my camera? I—I was returning it from a thug t..." His voice trailed off and tears filled his eyes and he choked on a sob.
"Oh my god. Grandpa.." He cried weakly wiping his eyes but tears kept streaming down his face. "H—He's dead, isn't he."
Even though it wasn't a question. The way it was spoke with such agony and pain made me even more regretful than before.
"I wouldn't know." I lied perfectly through gritted teeth.
The taste of the old man still lingering on my tongue now became bitter.
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The boy who still didn't give me his name, stopped crying after thirty minutes. I just stared at him with a repulsed look but that's what I thought of myself. To me, he seemed like a humane person. He didn't deserve what I did.
Why did I do that? Why am I a monster?
"You can stop looking at me like a test subject. Manly men cry too, you know." He hissed obviously ashamed as he glanced away. The pain of his shoulder must be throbbing now since he moved too abrupt and he's still rubbing his eyes.
The words 'test subject' was still a sore spot for me and hit the home run because it made terrible memories fill my mind.
"Look, stop crying already. If your Grandpa is dead. Than he's dead, no use crying over spilled milk." I said with a dark glare annoyed at him for bringing up past remembrances.
He sent me a glare. "If you were closer. I'd hit you."
I rolled my eyes. "So manly men hit women now."
His eyes scanned up and down my body with confusion. He gasped wiling his tears quickly.
"Shit, I thought you were a guy. What are you doing wearing all those clothes." He said accusingly with wide wet eyes.
·End·
