A/N: So, this is the end of the 3rd chapter of my book and a somewhat dramatic scene, well it is meant to be anyway,Please review and tell me what you thought :)
It was no use, I walked the streets of my town for little under half an house and saw nobody. The cool breeze that danced around me kept all of the towns folk inside, well , all but my old friends that is. They glared, emerald greed eyes following me as I walked past the Rhead siblings in silence. This only made my questions grow, why were they acting like this?
For once in my life I was able to keep the questions locked up inside my head, I just kept walking. As much as I would have liked to stay and ask all the things that were now tearing at the inside of my skull, I had to let my feet keep moving and my mouth stay firmly shut. After all, it may have resulted in a little bit of an argument if I had put thing simply and asked ' Why on earth are you being such arse holes? '
I was half way down the street before I herd the quiet footsteps behind me, but why? I was sure that it was the three siblings that followed my every movement, as I crossed a road, they crossed, as I turned the corner so did they. I couldn't take it, I just wanted to turn and scream " Why?" But god knew I couldn't do that, it could just be a co-incidence.
A few more minutes passed with my heart locked up in the tension, I crossed the road once more, heading off towards a small park, Taking a short glance behind me as I did so. It was not them... A hooded male stood a few steps behind me, his spooky smirk was the only thing viable on his face.
The creep that traced my every movement hung in my shadow, the Boy's arms were on full display, his leather coat cutting off at the shoulders as if it were a waste-coat. The black leather hood covered a lot of his face, leaving only his nose down viable. I also noticed the weird tattoo at the top of his arm, a silhouette of a big cat as far as I could tell. But why is this stranger following me? Honestly, what would a guy like that want with a girl like me?
My pace quickened, what was tension soon tuned to fear as a realised that this man had followed me across half of the town. I felt his eyes burrow into my back as his pace matched mine, all I could see what that smirk, the horrifying face that had now taken over my mind in the very same way that the figure that I had seen an hour or so before had.
What ever I had set out for, what ever questions I wanted answering; they were gone. For the moment at least. They had been replaced with new emotions, new questions. I kept walking, although it was now more like a slow run, what else could I do?
I began to make my way back home, attempting to hide under a cloak of deception with my true feelings stacked next to me. My act seemed to be working, the relaxed sway filled my strides as my eyes took another glimpse at the man. He defiantly was not the same male from my living room, A strand of ginger hair fell down to his collar, the hood on his black leather jacket still meant that his eyes were covered but at least now I knew a little more.
He smirked again, the look that filled what part of his face that I could see struck the anxiousness back into my heart. Just three streets go to... I repeated those words, over and over again, Attempting to reassure myself. " You don't need to be scared of me, Alexia" The boy's voice echoed in my ear, his warm breath sending goosebumps down my body as I felt his soft lips brush against my neck.
My head flew around. Nobody. The street before me was empty, no man, no horror, nothing! Impossible. I took my chance and ran the last two streets, locking the door behind me as I got into the safe-zone that was my home.