The man stood tall and proper. His chest jolted out and his arms stretched his long deep blue suit. He sat at the other end of the table, glaring at me. His onyx locks stood short and messy, yet they fell and rearranged with his every move. His skin was pale, but held a dark masking to him; shadowing him as if he were stone. The structure of his face, defined, with his jaw thickening out and his cheeks thin, jolting out his cheek bones. His lips were nude, long and pursed together. But it was his eyes that took me.
He had eyes of a beast. They were deep as his brow bones shadowed them. Yet the color, the hazel color could not be hidden. His eyes read warm brown autumn, yet threatened me with fear and distress. He was a man, but much more. He was angry, powerful, and his appearance held no significant value to showing any signs of welcome. And to make matters worse, I had absolutely no reason of being here.
The butler turned and slowly drifted into the hallway, his figure vanishing into the darkness.
His hands were tense, veins jolting out, his knuckles bending with frustration. His breathing was weary and deep, anger growing, his breathing increasing. He glanced up at me, his brows furrowed down, his eyes growing with a fierce fire.
"Have any idea where you are?" he said, lifting up his glass of wine and staring into it
"No."
He glanced at me, the corner of his lip stretching up. "You're in my home. You were sleeping in one of my beds -I wasn't expecting any guests."
I sighed wearily, and began to giggle. He looked at me, completely perplexed. "Look, I came here looking for help. I have no idea where I am and how I got here. The first thing I remember was walking home one night, and the next thing I notice I'm in the middle of a forest. I walked all the way here hoping somebody could possibly help me."
He stared at me, several facial expressions shifting until he ended with a plain, thoughtful expression. He stared at the table.
"I'm afraid I am unable to insist you. I know as much as you seem to know," he said with furrowed brows.
"Well that's great. I'll just be on my way now. Is there possibly a nearby town, or something? Obviously I'm no longer in New York." I said as I stood up sarcastically laughing at myself.
"No. Wait, just- just stay for a second. Don't be in such a hurry." His expression quickly changed to man of no longer anger, but of worry.
I stared at him, waiting for a magical explanation that could drown my worries and save me from denial. He stood up and walked towards me.
"Ramsley," he shouted. "Descend the lights."
The chandelier died down, everything grew back to dark and gray, yet life still drifted in the air.
He grabbed my hand and led me to the middle of the floor. He jerked me into him, grabbing my waist, squeezing onto my hand.
"Wh-"
"Just, just relax. You need a rest don't you? From walking all the way here, you obviously need a time to think. He moved side to side, cradling my body to his movements. The random force into dancing with him confused me even more. He must know how I got here and why I was here. He was no doubt behind all of it.
He bent his head down and touched his lips to my ear.
"Just imagine the music, let it take you. Let all the thoughts melt away, you don't have to be confused, worried, afraid. Close your eyes, let go." He whispered. Anger rose in me and I began to get aggravated, annoyed.
"Look, I just need an explanation-"
"Just forget about the past. Forget why you are here. Forget everything. Just forget."
That second all the stress and worries disappeared. My mind grew heavy as I let myself fall into his arms. I rested my head onto his shoulder and let him move me. I let myself forget everything in the world, all of my memories and all of my past drift off of me. I felt lighter than ever, like a feather. I was no longer carrying the heavy burdens of life, my body just harvested my soul and my emotions. I melted into him, his mouth moving from my ear down to my throat. He kissed the line of my jaw, smiling. He pulled me even closer, suddenly moving me about the floor. We danced across the ballroom. He spun me, drifting me. The way he took me back into his chest, grabbing my waist so tight I could have been bruising. I could have care less. I never knew how to dance, but the way he held me; he made me dance, controlled all of me. I was a puppet, he was controlling everything I did, even everything that ran across through my mind. The moment was so surreal, fresh, there was no such thing as the past, no such thing as the future. There was only the present, the present of only me and him. He grabbed my neck, kissing my hair.
"Just forget." He whispered.
I closed my eyes and let the night take me.