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Chapter 2 - New
I fluttered my eyes open as I flinched to the touch of ice cold water slithering down my cheek. Wrapping my arms around my small frame I let out a small breath which I could visible see as it drifted away into nothingness. I looked around me seeing the cold metal waste cart to my right and a graffiti covered brick wall to my left.
Flinching I looked up to see where the water was coming from. Blinking once again when it landed on my forehead. Pulling my hood over my head I stood up using the waste cart as support as I steadied my balance. I looked around me once more trying to figure out how I got here. I rubbed my eyes with my hands before looking at them. My eyes widen in shock as I saw they were covered in dried blood.
What happen?
I tried hard to remember how I came to end up in a alley way covered in blood. Nothing. I took note of my current appearance . My black skinny jeans were ripped down the centre on the right leg with a few rips on my left leg. my black vest also bore rips along with my grey jacket that was covered in the dried blood.
I patted myself down trying to see if it was I that was bleeding. Nothing. It must of been someone else's blood, but whose? Studying my surroundings again I decided it be best if I moved out of the alley way I was placed in.
Reaching the end of the alley way I moved my hand to shelter my eyes as the sun hit my face. I slowly lowered my hand to get a look as to where I was. Nope. I don't recognise this. A few people stared at me as they passed by, noting the state that I was in. At this point I didn't care, I just wanted to know where I was.
Taking my right I slowly made my way down the rather clean street. Every now and again when I passed someone they stared at me as I gave them a look saying not to bother me. I felt awful and most likely looked it as well. Whatever happened wasn't good and to the point I have no memory of it.
Coming to a halt at the cross roads I looked up to read the signs.
"Left," I breathed as I turned in that direction pulling my hood tighter around my face.
I followed the path until I came to a rundown mansion. Overgrown, unkempt and overall a sight for saw eyes. Why am I here? Why did I want to come here?
I let out a sigh as I stumbled over to the gate, which much to my surprise was open. I'm here so I may as well explore. Upon entering the front yard I could see the sheer size of the house. If it wasn't for the neglect that this place has clearly seen, it would be a beautiful sight.
"Olwen?" I turned around startled that someone called me.
Confused, I stared at the man who had said my name. Do I know him? How does he know who I am?
Looking at him I saw his features had been overcastted with an eerie shadow. His posture strong and well kept as the black jacket blew gently in the wind almost giving him a more power in his stance. In his left hand he held a weapon. A sword? His white hair pushed back and out of his face showing his ice blue eyes as he looked at me in question as to why I'm here.
He took a step forward as I jumped and took one back, bringing him to a halt, "Olwen?" he asked again, looking at him I couldn't bring myself to say anything. "Olwen, it's me Vergil" he said bringing his right hand up to his chest to indicated who he was.
I shook my head taking another step back. He dropped his hand and looked to the house. I followed his gaze before returning my eyes to him.
He watched me for a moment before slowly turning, his back now facing me. I watched in silence as I seen him walk away. I started to raise my hand but stopped myself. Why am I reaching out to him? I don't know who he is. But he clearly knows who I am. Maybe, just maybe I could get some answers. I had to make my move quick
"wait," I called out as he stopped moving but refused to turn around, "please." I begged.
I looked to the ground not even knowing what I really want. I hadn't realised he had moved until a hand was placed on my shoulder. I gasped as I looked up at him. getting a good look at his features I could see how handsome he was. His eyes not leaving mine as we stood there in silence.
He gave a small smile before asking, "are you coming with me Olwen?" before I could acknowledge my actions I had already nodded, "then keep up, I wont slow down for you." he stated before turning around and once again walking away.
I gulped and started following after him. What am I doing? I still don't know who he is! wait! didn't' he tell me what his name was? I'm sure he did. What was it? oh that's right.
"Olwen?" I gasped when I realised how close I was to him. backing up I refused to look at him.
"I'm sorry," I blushed still not looking at him.
"It's ok," I heard him smile. slowly I looked up to meet his gaze, "Are you coming?" he asked as he held open a car door.
I must of been deep in thought to not notice that we were no longer in the front garden of that house but rather down an empty side path in which a sliver car was parked. An expensive sliver car. What make it was I couldn't tell you?
Looking back at the man I nodded and got into the car, strapping myself in as he closed my door and sat in the driver's seat himself. I looked at him wanting to ask something but decided against it.
"We're going home Olwen," he stated obviously noting what I wanted to know.
I looked at him wondering how he knew I wanted to know that. He just smiled at me. Home? Am I really going home? Or am I putting myself in danger? Either way I have nothing, so it would seem I have nothing to lose if I do put myself in danger. So why not?
I returned the smile he gave me. Thank you I guess.
Vergil.
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