Her gaze gaped blankly at the message inscribed, but only read to who it
was from and for. She need to find something, show it to Dean and Alysia,
and get the hell out. She peered up the moonlit stair case and saw a tall
shadow cast jaggedly down the stairs. She smacked backwards into the wall,
whatever or whoever was coming down the staircase would defiantly know she
was there now.
She dashed to the towering door and jerked at the iron handle making even more of a racket. In between every tug, she heard a footstep and an odd crinkle afterward each echoing step. With a final, hysteric tug, she slumped to the floor; hopelessly sliding her hands down the door and cried silently against it.
The foot steps came to a halt, and she heard a metallic clicking as she felt herself covered by the darkness of a shadow. She blinked her eyes clear and dared a look upwards.
He stood before her, his presence intense. First his wild hair was noticed. It wasn't a mess, but it was cut a little too long in the front, and it was spiked up dangerously. His hair was long and deep brown in the back and fell about an inch over his broad shoulders. His face was pale and seemed charming, but at the moment she was horrified by something else.
At the end of strong arms he ended in sharp blades. Glittering in the moonlight that made him even more awesome he twiddled his powerful fingers and the snipping sound of scissors sounded. His eyes flashed dangerously at her.
"What are you doing here.?" he asked fiercely. She wanted to sink back away into the door, and end up outside. The thought of getting home alive brought more shining tears to her eyes.
"What." he began to repeat and his eyes questioned her watering ones. He lifted a single, glittering blade and made an innocent move to her face. As he lowered his blade she slid back up the wall, eyes still clamped shut.
When she arose completely she found that his towering height wasn't just and allusion from when she was on the floor, he was really tall anyway. Her watering eyes flickered around and to the scraped up wall. Stupidly she asked,
"Are you Edward?" her eyes flicking back up to who she figured was Edward.
"No, I am Kevin.how is it you know Edward?" he said skeptically.
She looked back to the wall and opened her mouth, but realizing she had been talking to someone that should keep her engulfed in horror, and just pointed towards the message in the wall. She still had the purple flower that she had picked up in her room because it matched her pajamas.
"You can read that? I wasn't built to read." he said turning slightly towards the wall behind him. He then noticed he hand that was still pointing to the message. The flower dangled cutely between her fingers.
She noticed this and bent her arm, pulling away from her pointing indication. But she froze when Kevin lifted his sharp hand, not knowing what he was going to do. Was he going to kill her because she had entered his home, had read his message? But his head softly inclined to her hand holding the pale flower.
His sharp blade finger caressed the fragile flower. His blade moved to the flower to Jodie's fingers. She was surprised that she didn't flinch. With the cold side of his silver, glinting blade he brushed up the tip of her finger and then lowered his hand.
"You can read it?" she asked again, meeting her eyes.
Her quiet blue eyes caught the pale moonlight as she nodded slightly and smiled the tinniest. Something twitched in Kevin's cheek as he attempted what she thought could be a wanna be grin.
She dashed to the towering door and jerked at the iron handle making even more of a racket. In between every tug, she heard a footstep and an odd crinkle afterward each echoing step. With a final, hysteric tug, she slumped to the floor; hopelessly sliding her hands down the door and cried silently against it.
The foot steps came to a halt, and she heard a metallic clicking as she felt herself covered by the darkness of a shadow. She blinked her eyes clear and dared a look upwards.
He stood before her, his presence intense. First his wild hair was noticed. It wasn't a mess, but it was cut a little too long in the front, and it was spiked up dangerously. His hair was long and deep brown in the back and fell about an inch over his broad shoulders. His face was pale and seemed charming, but at the moment she was horrified by something else.
At the end of strong arms he ended in sharp blades. Glittering in the moonlight that made him even more awesome he twiddled his powerful fingers and the snipping sound of scissors sounded. His eyes flashed dangerously at her.
"What are you doing here.?" he asked fiercely. She wanted to sink back away into the door, and end up outside. The thought of getting home alive brought more shining tears to her eyes.
"What." he began to repeat and his eyes questioned her watering ones. He lifted a single, glittering blade and made an innocent move to her face. As he lowered his blade she slid back up the wall, eyes still clamped shut.
When she arose completely she found that his towering height wasn't just and allusion from when she was on the floor, he was really tall anyway. Her watering eyes flickered around and to the scraped up wall. Stupidly she asked,
"Are you Edward?" her eyes flicking back up to who she figured was Edward.
"No, I am Kevin.how is it you know Edward?" he said skeptically.
She looked back to the wall and opened her mouth, but realizing she had been talking to someone that should keep her engulfed in horror, and just pointed towards the message in the wall. She still had the purple flower that she had picked up in her room because it matched her pajamas.
"You can read that? I wasn't built to read." he said turning slightly towards the wall behind him. He then noticed he hand that was still pointing to the message. The flower dangled cutely between her fingers.
She noticed this and bent her arm, pulling away from her pointing indication. But she froze when Kevin lifted his sharp hand, not knowing what he was going to do. Was he going to kill her because she had entered his home, had read his message? But his head softly inclined to her hand holding the pale flower.
His sharp blade finger caressed the fragile flower. His blade moved to the flower to Jodie's fingers. She was surprised that she didn't flinch. With the cold side of his silver, glinting blade he brushed up the tip of her finger and then lowered his hand.
"You can read it?" she asked again, meeting her eyes.
Her quiet blue eyes caught the pale moonlight as she nodded slightly and smiled the tinniest. Something twitched in Kevin's cheek as he attempted what she thought could be a wanna be grin.