I awoke to the soft snores from Violet in my ear. The sun had barely risen and my body and mind were exhausted. My eyes were swollen even though I shed no tears and my mouth and throat were bone dry. I yawned quietly and tried to shift which only resulted in Violet squeezing my tighter and nuzzling her face into my head.
Jeez this is wrong on so many levels.
I tried not to think about last night's incidents. As long as it was daytime I was fine, it was just the nights that I was going to have to worry about. I had always been a firm believer in the paranormal and had encountered it once or twice, but it never gets easier or any less terrifying. I tried to move again and managed to wriggle out of my cousin's death grip, god she was just like her mother. I wrapped my arms around my flannelette clad self and crept out of the room.
As I reached the kitchen I could hear someone moving around. I entered wearily, feeling relief as I saw Moira's smiling face.
"Good morning Moira. How are you today?" Her smile brightened considerably.
"Good morning Master Noah, I am very well today, thank you for asking." She said bowing slightly; I smiled at the cute gesture. "My gosh, Master you like tired. Perhaps you would like to go back to bed and rest?" I shook my head vigorously, trying to rid the thoughts of last night. "Very well, would you prefer I make you some coffee?" I yawned quietly and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes with my hand.
"Thank you Moira. That would be wonderful. Would you like me to help with anything?" She shook her head and began preparing the coffee. "Moira, can I ask you something?"
"Certainly"
"How long have you worked here?" She laughed emotionlessly, as if remembering a cruel joke.
"A long time."
"Well, have you ever noticed anything – different about this house?" Her hand paused for a slight second before she began pouring the coffee.
"Like what, dear?" I suddenly realized that this sweet old lady would probably think of me as a fruit-loop if I asked her about paranormal phenomena. I let out a breathy laugh and shook my head.
"Oh, nothing, don't worry about it." She looked back down at the coffee with an expression of almost disappointment and nodded. She pushed the coffee into my, wiped her hands on her apron and muttered something about cleaning up before gliding out of the room.
It was about seven-thirty when I decided I was going to investigate the basement. None of the other Harmans were awake, and being a Sunday, I wouldn't be expected them to wake for another couple of hours. Arming myself with a torch and solid brass candlestick holder, I walked towards the basement door. Taking deep breaths and constantly reassuring myself that ghosts can't hurt me, I pushed the door open and stepped down. The steps were the worst, considering every time one of the steps creaked I jumped a little in fright. The second I reached the bottom I turned on the torch and looked around in an attempt to find the light switch.
"Looking for this?" A smooth-as-silk voice asked from the other side of the room just as the lights flicked on. I turned quickly on my heel to catch the intruder and saw familiar smirk and hallow black eyes staring back at me.
"You! What the fuck are you doing in this house?" I jumped slightly and panic settled in as the door at the top of the stairs slammed shut. A deep throaty chuckle emitted from him as he began to pace around the room. A sudden though occurred to me. "Was it you who broke into the fucking house last night? You asshole, I should put you up for charges." He laughed a little louder this time as his eyes trained back on me.
"Relax scaredy cat. I'm just here because I have an appointment with your Uncle in half an hour."
"Fuck you! I'm not scared. And even if you were here for my Uncle, that doesn't mean you can just break into their house!" His pacing became progressively closer to me and I stood firm knowing he was trying to intimidate me. My stature faltered though when he stopped in front of me less than an arm's length away. "Fuck this, I'm getting Ben. Ben! Be-" I was cut off as a hand was rather roughly slapped across my mouth and I was shoved against a wall.
"Fuck! You need to shut up and chill out. I just wanted to talk anyway. You seem like a pretty decent guy." That made me feel like a huge dick.
"Okay, you can take your hand away." I mumbled out through the hand.
"What was that?" He asked with a mocking tone, his smirk returning. I poked my tongue through my lips and ran it up the palm of his hand causing him to retract it quickly.
"That's nasty." He muttered wiping his palm against his jeans.
"Look, I think we got off on the wrong foot. Let's start over." I offered my hand. "Hi, I'm Noah Harman." A large grin spread across his face that even the Cheshire Cat himself would envy as he took my hand.
"Tate Langdon."
Alright guys, I'm really sorry that this chapter is so short and crappy but I'm too tired to write at the moment and I feel bad for not getting chapters out regularly. Oh and by the way, if you're wondering about why Noah see's Moira in her old form, it's because he is gay (even if he doesn't know it yet. Mwahahahahaha.) If men who are attracted to women see her as a young beautiful version of herself then I don't see why a gay guy would. I suppose at the moment Noah isn't focused on being in a relationship which is why he hasn't worked out that he is gay. Too many distractions.
Anyway it would be amazing if you would review, but if not, thanks for reading ))
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