4 : Deadly touch

Evelyn :

Later, when I was used to the idea of being trapped in a house with an attractive, dangerous stranger I didn't even know, I found myself in the kitchen, sitting at the table, with an elegant breakfast in front of me, like the in the photos, usually from instagram or tumblr. This was my own fault that I was in this mess, so I tried to be as calm as I could.

Raphael had prepared a meal for both of us, which included fried eggs, bacon, Greek toast and French butter croissants, plus delicious waffles with strawberries and chocolate syrup, plus cappuccino with whipped cream on top. I think I woke up to a fairy tale. It threw away all the fears I had because I was too starved to even think straight.

"Well, the food seems to satisfy you," his voice was heard across the table, but I could feel the smile even without looking at him.

When my gaze went to him, however, I noticed that he was already eating. After placing all his favorite food on his plate, he took a large bundle of croissant with his right fork and cut off a piece of egg and bacon, which he did not hurry to put in his mouth. I swallowed hard when I saw it.

The view looked so normal as if I were at my boyfriend's house who had made me breakfast, after a good night, seeing him half-naked, again without a shirt and messy hair, screaming - Just woke up!

I was not tied up or locked up in a room like in the horror movies of a murderer who lives in a creepy abandoned house and then thinks about what to do with you, how to kill you better. I could leave at any time, we were both well aware.

Even other clothes had been given to me since I got out of bed. They were simple. Gray leggings and a black T-shirt that definitely belonged to a woman, and that thought immediately engulfed me in anger like never before, without even knowing why.

It felt like I was jealous, but that would be too ridiculous. I was really sure about him not hurting me but I knew he didn't want to let me go. Even if it was strange, I felt really safe and protected in his house. That feeling was too foreign to me, but something made me stay here and listen to what he was saying.

Creepy house, yes. The strange things that happened at the gate the previous night would have made every normal person ran away as fast as possible, but I was still with him eating breakfast as if nothing had happened. I had so many questions about it. Had to be more careful, anyway.

"Why am I still here?" my mind had not yet prepared me for questioning when I expressed my thoughts out loud. Even food will not let me forget it.

He was already half eaten by the time my thoughts went everywhere, so I was amazed at how much appetite he had, but when he heard me his fork stuck halfway through his mouth in the air, which had already pierced a fresh red strawberry, noticing that he was already at dessert. Raphael's eyes looked at me intensely. I saw them flashing. Wow.

Slowly lowering his hand, he stared at my empty plate. With a heavy sigh, he turned his attention to me again.

"Maybe we'll talk later when you've eaten something first and then I'll answer all the questions you so want to hear answered?"

OK good. It might work if he doesn't lie, of course, so I quietly started eating. With a smile, my heartbeat accelerated as he continued to look at me and continued his meal.

A time later, when we were finished breakfast and feeling as full as ever, Raphael made me follow him into his office room.

Sitting behind his desk in his chair, I sit opposite to him. Relaxing, he watched me for a moment, which made me feel very uncomfortable, so I licked my lips.

"You're gonna start telling me something, or gonna keep staring?"

When Raphael heard it, he smiled at me, as If I said something funny, and when I wanted to call him an idiot for that, his smile disappeared completely. Oh no. That is not a good sign.

"What were you thinking when you thought of braking in my property?" the words were deadly calm but I felt a curiosity behind them as if my answer made him understand what to do next with me.

His question shocked me out of my thoughts and for a moment I felt like I was turning into a tomato, feeling my cheeks flush.

"Umm ..." I didn't even know what to answer because he was basically right. I broke into someone else's property and wondered if I had yet to be arrested. With my head down in shame, I tried to escape the truth that made me avoid this situation, realizing what I had done.

With my hands on my lap, I couldn't even look at my stranger, but my body stiffened when I saw my hands without the gloves that had to be on me all the time. The shock made me completely lose my language when I only discovered it now.

"Evelyn?" Raphael's voice was barely heard but I didn't even notice him calling me by my name and how he might know it when I looked at him quickly.

"You ... Touched my hands?" my voice was full of fear.

Why did I just remember it now? But my touch kills everything!

He frowned at me, making a questioning look.

"What do you mean?"

I almost choked.

"You touched my hands while I was unconscious?"

That thought made me almost vomit, but even if I did, I didn't see any injuries to him, only the scars on his face that must have been around for a long time.

Raphael's eyes flashed as he leaned forward slightly. There was curiosity in his gaze, even pleasant excitement, I don't know why.

"Yes, Evelyn. I had to change you to heal you. You were hurt yesterday. You broke your leg and had a some scratches on yourself, hands - face - legs," In the end of explanation he exhaled heavily, as if my pain was also hurting him, but it was certainly just my thoughts.

My mouth opened to say anything, but the words faded in the thin air. I had completely lost my language.

Looking at his hands again, then back at him, I bite my lip to hold my emotions.

"I warned you that I was dangerous. Don't you get it?"

Raphael's eyes lit up again, and I was even terrified of it.

"How dangerous? Can you explain it further?"

Turning away, I barely stopped the tears that were trying to break through the corners of my eyes.

"I'll go. Thanks for taking care of me but I'll go so I don't bother you any more," I sighed, turning around quickly so he couldn't see my face, thinking of what might happen if he touched me and could bring someone to their knees slowly dying.

After taking a step forward, his words made me stop.

"You're not going anywhere."

I could only close my eyes.

"Excuse me?" I could hear disbelief and shock in my voice as I turned to him again.

Raphael slowly got up.

"You heard me. You are not going anywhere. You cannot leave this place when you are here now," he explained calmly, as if telling me how nice the weather was, my heart stopped.

I could only laugh hysterically.

"You're kidding, don't you? Say this is just one big joke because I feel like I hit my head or something. Do you understand what you're saying now? You don't even know what you're up to," a slow sexy smile spread across his face as he heard me.

"Oh no, darling, you're the smallest threat to me here because the biggest problem is right in front of you. You can't do anything to me but I feel honored if you try," he smiled as I watched him circling around his desk so he can come in my direction.

I swallowed hard.

"Don't come near me, I warn you," when you feel bold with words but you could still hear fear and tremor in them.

"No, no, no. Go ahead, I give you my permission," Raphael smiled, coming closer and I thought my heart would jump out of my chest as he stopped just a few millimeters from my wrist. Panicking, I asked him with my eyes not to do something stupid but he was just looking intently at me, challenging me to do something, but I knew I couldn't, so I quickly pulled my hand back, but before I could hide it behind my back, his reflexes were faster. Grabbing my arm in a tight grip, I made a cry of shock as he applied it to his chest area, just where his heart was beating.

I was waiting for a moment, a moment when my poison would begin to flow into his body and begin to spread everywhere. That view was always the worst and I closed my eyes tightly before I saw it. His grip was still strong, but even if I could escape, I could not, knowing that the other hand, in other moment, wrapped around my waist to make me aware of the fact that we both were skin to skin now.

Seconds passed in deadly silence, but I did not hear the cries of torture or howls of my victim. There was only silence. Confused, I opened one eye to peek but saw him still standing, tall and powerful, still without any skin injuries.

His eyes were flaming like never before, when my gaze finally met his and I found myself even closer to him. It seemed that the magnet was in my body.

"What ...what the... it's not possible. My touch kills everything alive," I whispered and hearing it, waiting for Raphael's face to ask questions or confusion about my words, but he just closed his eyes in relief.

"God, you're back. That's really you," his words were low as he put his forehead to mine. I held my breath completely.

What is going on?

"Welcome back, my queen. Even after many centuries, I did not lose hope of seeing you again," Raphael's eyes opened and he gave me a smile.

I had even more questions, but one of them ...

"Who are you?"

Raphael stroked my cheek with his rough thumb.

"I am your best chance to survival. I am called death but to you I am a king who was longing for his wife."

Jesus. It was just great.

This man is a psychopath.