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Chapter 3
After I had been in Whitby for a week by myself, I was doing my usual Whitby routine. I had walked into Whitby at 9 am and I was now sitting in Jane's enjoying a full English breakfast and a mug of hot chocolate. I glanced up to see a pair of somewhat curious eyes looking at me. I held their gaze for a couple minutes before they looked down. I looked down as well and continued to eat. The next time I looked up, about two minutes later, the curious eyes had left. I shrugged, silently thinking that I had imagined them.
I had been wandering around Whitby for 2 hours after I left Jane's. I looked at my phone's time display:12 00. Perfect. Time for lunch. I walked back into Jane's and took my usual seat by the window. I glanced out the window and saw the same pair of curious eyes as the ones I had seen that morning. I blinked and the eyes had disappeared. I silently started to think that I was going crazy. I finished my fish and chips, paid the bill and got up to leave to continue shopping. As I walked out of Jane's I looked back. There, sitting in the seat facing the door (and by extension, me) was the same pair of curious blue eyes that I had been seeing all day. I shook my head in disbelief and left for the bridge.
I crossed back over the bridge, automatically looking back over my shoulder, like I used to when I was back in Mystic Falls after that one time when I couldn't find Caroline and Bonnie that one night on Halloween two years ago. The time that, if not for someone I didn't know, I almost got raped. I silently chided myself Elena, quit thinking of that night. It happened, you dealt with the trauma then, you don't want to go through that all over again because you keep thinking of that night and bringing those memories back up to the surface from the depths of your subconscious. Just as I was turning my head again, my eyes saw the same pair of eyes that I had been seeing EVERYWHERE today. I quickly whipped my head around and continued walking. I walked over the bridge, up the road, not looking back. I stopped at Jane's Rock Shop to say hi to Teresa, my boss, and to buy some of the BEST clotted cream fudge I had ever tasted in my life. Then, I continued walking, turning left when I came to the first T junction up the road from the Rock Shop. I walked up past the Whitby Bookstore until I came to the market square. I always visited the market in the morning, before it was crowded. I tended to become a little bit claustrophobic. Nothing major, just…like if I was in an elevator by myself, then ten other people stepped in, I would get out immediately. You could say that I didn't like crowds. In fact, that would be an understatement. I hated crowds. Anyway, I walked up the road through the market square, past the Marie Antoinette restaurant, and continued up the road for a further 20 metres before I came to the bottom of the 199 steps. I slowly walked up them, as I always did, savouring the peace. The reason I chose 2 o clock in the afternoon to be in Whitby Abbey, was because there was hardly anyone around. The tourists preferred to visit the Abbey during the morning. When there was more sun overlooking the sea and cliffs, which was the whole reason most people came to the Abbey. The sea breeze. I walked through the graveyard and thought I saw those SAME eyes again, behind a gravestone, but I couldn't be sure. I took my accustomed spot inside the Abbey ruins. The sun had just moved into the perfect spot in the sky so that my spot was in the sun, but still clung to the chill from the shadow. I sat down, pulled out my phone, plugged my headphones in, found the playlist I was looking for, put the ear pieces in my ears, and pulled out my book.
I had been reading for about a half hour when I realized that my spot was once again in shadow. Which was… strange to say the least. After all, the sun didn't move through the sky in reverse did it? I glanced up from my book to glare at the shadow, when my eyes met a sight that I had become all too familiar with through the course of the day. There, in front of me, BLOCKING THE SUN of all things, was the guy that the blue eyes belonged too. I opened my mouth to say something, when a gust of wind blew my hair around my face. By the time I had cleared my hair away, the guy was gone. Another tendril of wind caressed my face, almost like a hand stroking my cheek and I thought I heard someone whisper my name Elena. I looked up, but there was no one near me, and no one that I knew. The sound died on the wind. I looked around once more, I little bit apprehensive, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. I settled back down in my place and continued to read.
At 4 o clock on the dot, I stood up, put my book back in my bag, pulled my headphones out of my ears, put my phone back in my pocket and left the Abbey. Walking back down the 199 steps, I thought I heard someone say my name yet again, but, just like earlier, when I looked up there was nobody there. A shiver went through my spine as the wind blew my hair about my face, but I wasn't sure whether it was the wind or the day's events that caused the shiver to run through my body.