I sat on a bench in the middle of the park. It was very early morning, two am early, so it was still pretty dark, the sun wouldn't rise for another three hours. And I was tired but I refused to fall asleep. I've lived in America for three months now, but it still fascinates me how similar yet different Violet Hill is to Bristol. The early workers were power walking through the streets, in their suites and carrying suite-cases filled with important papers, but their faces only showed the dull awareness that high caffeine coffee gives, not the normal fed-up 'do not mess with me' expressions I see in England. I flipped through the paper in the folder in my lap, the poems written there were my future, I wanted to be a poet, and I would never let them out of my sight.
Well that was until I saw the guy. He had black hair that was cut around his ears, and shone in the moonlight. As he crossed the grass towards me, I noticed a twinkle in his eyes, and they creased at the sides when he smiled. He was tall and muscled, and he was sitting next to me. I had to pinch my thigh to make sure I was awake, and I was!
"Hi, I'm Sebastian Drake, and you are?" his voice was low and manly, it made my breath catch in my throat. 'Look away' I told myself. So my eyes slipped from his face to my feet. I tucked my hair behind my ear and wetted my lips.
"Uh, Julia Fisher, um? Yeah" I closed my eyes and silently cursed myself for being so shy and nervous, but Sebastian seemed to find it funny, his chuckle was like chimes. He held out his hand and I shook it, but not before I discreetly wiped the sweat from my palm. I looked back at him our hands still locked, and his smile faded, his perfect eyebrows furrowed.
"What's a girl like you doing out so early?" he asked seriously, like he really cared.
"I couldn't sleep." I replied shaking my head and lowering my gaze again.
He let go of my hand and stood to face me. "Come on. I'll walk you home."
"I'm perfectly capable of walking myself home." Oh no! That sounded rude, so I added. "But thank you for the offer"
"No I insist" he pushed, but I don't like being ordered around by anyone, no matter how good looking they are, plus I was okay here.
"I'm fine, really." I reassured him, but he just shook his head and carried on.
"You have to come with me, you have to go home!" There was fear in his eyes and desperation in his voice, and it scared me so much that I jumped up and looked around. But I forgot the folder on my lap and the papers went everywhere. We both got on our hands and knees to pick them up. My fingers shook and fumbled, Sebastian's were fast and nimble. I pulled myself away from him, and looked in the bushes for some more. When I turned back to him, he was looking through the poems in his hands.
"These are good. Now, please, let me take you home." He handed them back to me almost pleading, but I still didn't understand why.
"Thank you. Why is it so important for me to go home?" but he didn't answer, instead he suddenly grabbed me around the waist and spun me over his shoulder, pulled a wooden stake out of his pocket and stabbed a blue man, who was frothing around his mouth and staring hungrily, in his heart. A second later he crumpled to the ground in a pile of ash. The wind picked up and an overwhelming smell of rotting vegetation wafted towards us.
"We need to go." He said quickly, pulling me towards him, and lifting me of my feet. He ran so fast it was like being in a car case, but my brain was still processing this information. What the hell just happened!