He led me over to a bench in the Abbey far from the large windows. He looked so flawless in the dark blue light.

When I started to sit down next to him, I almost missed the bench itself staring onto his face. He wasn't looking at me but he must have noticed because he caught hold of my backpack and pulled me so I tripped onto the bench.

"Try to be a little more careful." he said in a concerned tone but I thought it sounded like he was annoyed too. Did I just see his eyes get darker?

"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention." I tried to make sure he didn't notice that my staring at him was the cause of my clumsiness. I rather he be annoyed at me then walk away because of my creepy behavior. Sure he is the stalker in this situation but I don't want him to know I had caught on.

"Now that we are settled, I can continue with my story. Its an odd one but I'm sure you will be begging for more." I could feel his breath when he said 'More' so close to my neck. There was no warm sensation. It was cold and icy but I liked that more than hot sticky breath. He gave me the chills and then some . . .

He started his story with a face of concentration like he couldn't see it as clear as he liked. "It was 11th century France when we first met. . ."

I was staring at the floor when he started but now my face was staring at his. 'We' he said. He must have made a mistake.

He caught himself and looked at me "I just get into this old story some times. What I meant was 'They'." the look he gave me was odd. He was searching me for something but he must have never found it because he continued with his story.

"It was 11th century France when 'They' first met. He was a studying doctor and she was just a poor milkmaid, a beautiful milkmaid at that. Anyway . . . she had come into town one day in spring to see the doctor and asked for something that might help with a stomach ache. As soon as she walked through the door he knew his life was forever changed. He was 18 and looking for a wife and it seemed as though his wish had come true right in front of his eyes. She was a 5'4 dark brown haired angel. He thought she would surely walk right back out of the store considering he didn't speak for at least a minute or so because of her beauty. He was staring with his jaw on the floor and tongue hanging out. All she did was smile politely and ask him again about the stomach ache.

'Have you a way to help my stomach ache sir?'

Her voice snapped him out of his haze and he ran to the back to get the correct ingredients and crunched them up and wrapped them up for her to boil at home.

It was that moment when he handed her the elixir that their hands touched. 'My God' he thought. Her skin was so warm and smooth. It sparked like nothing he had felt before. He had nothing to compare it to since there was no electricity back then and I'm sure you can imagine the shock he felt. It must have startled her too because she jumped and ran out of the store without so much as paying." He smirked when he said this last part. He look at me with a feeling I couldn't place but it set me on fire.

When he took hold of my hand, I felt that same spark he described. It lit my whole body from my toes to my fingers. My thoughts got jumbled and I just wanted to feel that way forever.

He pulled away and stared into my eyes longingly. I realized my hand was cold after he released it. Strange I thought, but it was probably because of the feeling I felt when we touched.

My stomach growled after my little revelation. I really hoped he hadn't heard it, I wanted him to continue. Of course he would hear it though. He can hear me eat from quite a distance and laugh at me about it. He can sure hear my stomach protesting for food sitting right in front of him.

"My my, it seems I have been talking for longer than I thought. I know a lovely place for eating but I'm afraid I'm going to have to run home." He said. I thought he was going to ask me to lunch, but that would be pushing my luck wouldn't it. He told me the directions to the quaint little deli.

"Okay well I'm going to get some chow. . ." Before I could finish, he finished my thought for me.

"Yes, we will see each other again. I live here. Tomorrow at the same time would you like to meet me on this same bench?"

"Yes I would very much. This story is so cute."

His face scrounged up like he smelt something awful. "You haven't heard the rest of it yet." He said this in a menacing tone. Promising me that the worst was yet to come.

I love this story. I cant wait until its finished.

Im so happy I have had 1 comment so far.

Thats the same as the last story I tried to write.

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