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Chapter 6 - Watchful Eye

I woke up again in the same bed, the pillow was stained with my tears and there was something cold around my waist. I looked down and saw a blanket there and an…arm. That didn't make sense. I rolled over and found myself looking into the same topaz eyes as yesterday. The man was propped up on one elbow; his hand supporting his head and he was looking at me…well…watching me was more the correct word. He raised his other hand, which had been around my waist, and brushed the back of his hand across my cheek. I didn't react, as I should have, I just lay there and stared back at him.

"Are you all right?" He asked. I was stunned how musical his voice sounded and then realized that he was waiting for an answer.

"B-b-been better." I stuttered. He chuckled.

"I bet you have." He muttered…or at least I thought that he muttered that. Maybe I wasn't supposed to hear that. "Are you hungry?" He asked suddenly. I nodded. "I'll go get something. Wait here." He got off the bed and disappeared, leaving me stunned once more. He came back a moment later with some food.

"Thanks." I mumbled as I took the food from him, it was an apple and some juice. I drank the juice and ate the apple within a few minutes. Okay not a few minutes, more like twenty. I could tell the man with topaz eyes was watching me, and that made me feel awkward. I looked at him a few times, but quickly looked away as he was watching me.

I got up after I had eaten and explored the place some more. I didn't go running to the door like I had yesterday, seeing as he could catch me no matter how fast I ran, instead I looked around through the other doors. He seemed to follow me quite a lot. Finally, I got fed up with him following me and I turned and looked up at him.

"Why do you keep watching me and following me everywhere?" I demanded. He chuckled.

"You never seemed to notice before." He replied. I gasped.

"So I was being watched." I muttered to myself. He chuckled again, obviously finding this amusing.

"You knew?" He asked as though he had heard me.

"I felt it. Didn't know for sure, but it sure did feel like someone was watching me." I explained.

"A sixth sense? Wonderful." He replied sarcastically. I rolled my eyes and turned around, walking away from him. He followed silently behind me. I turned on him again,

"Okay. Seriously. Please, stop following me. I'm not going anywhere! I'm just exploring. Why do you have to follow me everywhere?" I begged. He chuckled…why did he seem this was so funny? And why did my heart react whenever he chuckled? This was so frustrating.

"Just making sure you don't trip." He told me with a breathtaking smile. My heart sped up as I stopped breathing. "Breathe." He commanded and took my hand, leading me forward. I took a deep breath and tried to keep them regular and even. He led me back to the bedroom. "Finished exploring?" He asked. I pulled my hand from his grip and looked at the wardrobe. "Do you need the facilities?" He asked. I nodded. "I'll get you some new clothes." He stated and disappeared. I made my way to the room where the bathroom was. He caught up quickly, much to my dismay. He handed me the clothes

"Thanks." I mumbled and I closed the door in his face, praying that he wouldn't be there when I got out. I took my time in the shower, letting the warm water unknot my muscles in my back. I got dressed quickly and headed for the door, catching a glimpse of myself as I left. He had given me faded blue jeans and a blue top with a V-neck and three quarter sleeves. When I exited, he was leaning against the wall looking like a Greek god. He smiled at me. I nodded and made my way back to the bedroom.

I sat on the bed, cross-legged and he sat in a chair on the other side, still watching me.

"Do you realize how creepy you're being by watching me all the time?" I asked him.

"It's not that bad. I know what it feels like." He replied. I laughed.

"Sure. Not that bad. I've been watched for ages and now I have to be watched some more, and this time…I can see the person watching me. So much fun." I spoke with a sarcastic tone. He smiled.

"Are you angry?" He asked.

"Why would I be angry? More like…frightened and scared…though those are similar." I whispered, not trusting my voice. I knew I would break down any second.

"Why are you frightened and scared?" He whispered.

"Because I don't know where I am. I don't know who you are. I don't know if I'll ever go home. I don't know what's going to become of me." I had started speaking with a strong voice, but it soon became weaker and was a mere whisper at the end. The tears were flowing silently down my cheeks. I sniffed as the man got up and walked over to me, wiping away my tears. He looked into my eyes, searching for something.

"My name is Edward. It doesn't matter where you are. You will go home. Someday. Nothing terrible will happen to you. I promise." He whispered. Edward. What a common and traditional name…sort of.

"How do I know how much your promises are worth?" I asked him. He didn't respond right away. He seemed to need to think about it.

"You'll trust me eventually and then my promises will mean more than they do today." He whispered. He had taken my face in his hands and was stroking my cheekbone with his thumb. He was crouched in front of me, his eyes peering up into mine. For some reason, this felt…right. It was weird, I was terrified of the man, Edward, in front of me who was clearly not human and I still had no idea of what was to become of me. Was he going to kill me? Edward sighed and stood up.

"You have nothing to worry about." He assured me and he kissed me on the forehead before walking out the room.

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I lay on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. It had been four days since I was taken from my home, or that's what I thought, and I was completely bored. I liked to draw, not that I was good at it, I also liked to sing and paint…but I wasn't going to be doing any singing here. I already had and I wasn't doing it twice.

"Are you okay?" Edward asked. I rolled onto my stomach and looked up at him. His eyes were almost black today. I sighed.

"No. I'm exceedingly bored." I replied. He smiled.

"What would you like to do?" He asked. I frowned. Why did he seem to think that this was so much fun?

"Drawing. Painting. One of the two." I told him. He nodded and disappeared, only to reappear one second later with both drawing and painting materials.

"Here you go. I'll be back in a little while. I have something to do." He told me. I nodded and walked over to the supplies and started looking through them, wondering what to do. I picked up a pencil, paper and eraser and began to draw.

A/N: Enjoying it so far? And yes, you are right. It was Edward. Happy? Well...I hope you are 'cause this is...gettin a little difficult to write.