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Drew sat perched at the edge of the nameless girls white couch as said girl walked in. A neutral expression was on her face as she met her hard blue eyes with his emerald ones. A small tray was in her hands, containing that of a pot of tea and two matching cups besides it. Small whisps of hot steam arose from the stout of the pot, which was decorated with drawings of white and red dragons alike, snaking around the common household item. The cups the same design.
Through his peripheral vision, the green haired man saw a small object being shoved closer to him. Looking down at the table, Drew found a small cup of steaming tea placed in front of him. In front of it was the girl, holding her own identical cup of tea, placed right above her bottom lip as she softly blew into it. Eyes casted downwards, she refused to meet his gaze, further more intrigued by the steam arising from her drink.
Drew took the lack of introductions between them in stride, as he further more examined the mystery girl. Dressed in a thin white dress reaching from her chest to lower ankles, her dress matched the environment around him almost perfectly, as did her pale complexion. The long number was quite classy for the weather, with lace trailing off both sides of her waist, and thin spaghetti straps holding it all up.
Suddenly he questioned how the girl didn't get cold. Hell even he was cold and he had more clothes on then her.
Moving up, he quickly noted her thick brown locks swaying in the breeze before moving on. Unconciously Drew stared at her face intentally with a quizzical expression, like that of an artist judging a peace of artwork. Sharp facial features seemed to lead to her lips and eyes. The first of those now sunken into the hot cup of tea.
Suddenly Drew remembered of the offered drink, so with his right arm (the non bitten one) he took hold of the cup. First the green haired university started with a soft sip, matching that of the girls, before he downed the drink with one thirst quenching gulp. The woman in white raised an eyebrow at questioning him.
Relizing his mistake suddenly, he unexpectantly turned his face the other way in hopes of her not being able to see the pale red dust his checks. Unfortunately though, she saw.
Sapphire eyes twinkled in mirth as the brunette laughed silently at his previous actions.
The two strangers sat in complete silence, Drew perched awkwardly on her white couch and the brunette sipping slowly at her large quantity of tea. Surprising the green haired man greatly, she spoke first.
"So what are you doing here at this kind of place?"
Drew nodded at her before embarking once more on the topic, from the point when he was assigned to this excavation project all to the point of his crash landing.
The nameless girl nodded thoughtfully. "I should have guessed so with your choice of clothing," she chuckled at his expense, "Also, it looks like you just got out of bed or something."
Silently he agreed with her, as she finished drinking the last remnant of her tea.
"So what's your name?" The girl asked.
"I could be asking you the same thing." He smirked.
She chuckled softly. "Okay. Fair is fair." Sapphires met emeralds in a heated stare, " May."
Drew hummed thoughtfully, the name suited her well. "Drew."
May's brows furrowed, the look pointed towards his arm. Matching her glance, he saw what had caught the woman's attention.
"It's nothing. Really. Just a scratch." Trying to reassure her, he placed a hand over his left bicep. Immediately, he drew his hand back, wincing.
Rolling her eyes, May grabbed his arm with much protesting on his part.
"It's not just a scratch." She mimicked his tone of voice and got up. Most likely to get some ointment and adhesive for the cut, noted Drew.
At first he had strictly told himself to stay right where he was, honestly he tried his hardest but curiosity persuaded the better half of his judgement. Taking a peak around the house, Drew surveyed the area. Besides the single couch and armchair sandwiched in between the mahogany table, the room was bare. No pictures, no phones, no anything really. Only the necessities.
It was as if she barricaded herself off from life as he knew it.
Suddenly an urging feeling bestowed itself upon him, causing his ears to dust color in embarrassment. He stood to his feet. "May I use your restroom?" He called out.
Rustling could be heard from behind the door seperating the living room from the kitchen. Or what Drew had assumed to be the kitchen. A head poked out from the door suddenly. "Yeah sure." May pointed a hand up in the direction of a staircase behind Drew. "It's upstairs. Third door to the right."
"Thank you."
The brunette nodded, once more disappearing behind the mystery door. Drew stretched out his sore muscles before walking up the staircase he hadn't even relized was there. It creaked under his feet. Suddenly Drew felt all the more self conscious of his weight.
Yet again, Drew noticed that no images decorated the walls of the house. He ran a hand over the wooden sides of the house. Under the cold weather, the wood felt slightly damp and cold, yet no splinters appeared on the wall surfaces. He counted off two rooms to the right and just managed to place a hand over the brass doorhandle when a soft white light caught his peripheral vision. Diverting his attention to the door opposite the bathroom, he found it was cracked open. The soft light was welcoming and warm, as though giving him access to open it and see what was on the other side.
As though in a trance, the green haired man rested a hand over the doorknob of the mysterious door with the full intention of opening it when his common senses stopped him. He withdrew his hand. Mentally he berated himself. Drew was bettter than to snoop, he was a grad student for peets sake. But, his desire whispered, the doors already open, what's the harm in just taking a peek? It's basically inviting you in...
He took a deep breathe and closed his eyes, opening the door. Peeking open one eye he released the breathe he didn't know he was holding in. It was not surprising, maybe it was just disappointment that had him slouching. The fact that it was not what he expected to have seen, nor the surprise he wanted.
It was just a room. Probably May's as she was the only person living in the household that he knew of anyways.
A queen size bed was on the left edge of the room, with a small nightstand to the direct right. Positioned in the middle of the table was a lamp that shed a flourescent light over a picture frame. Drew briefly glanced over his shoulder to check if May was there before he picked up the picture frame. Set in the wooden frame was an image of a young boy with dark hair and honey brown eyes being hugged by a familiar brunette just a few years older than the boy in the picture. Both appeared happy as was shown with the large careless smiles plastered over the twos faces. Uncharacteristically he smiled.
May looked different in the picture.
"What are you doing?"
Immediatly, as if it were a lost impulse of his, Drew droped the photo onto the cabin wood floors.
Feeling rather stupid that he had been caught, the grad student walked down the stairs feeling rather ashamed that he had been snooping at all, but May had seemed rather okay with all that had happened only moments ago. The brunette had put the picture frame down rather harshly, but after she informed him of that being her room, the brunette left back downstairs. Oddly quietly though.
Once down the seemingly short stairs the man set himself down onto the sofa, awkwardly shifting in his seat. Not soon after though, May walked herself back into the room. A small roll of adhesive tape in one hand and a small jar of ointment in the other. Her face kept the same neutral composure as she grabbed his arm. Not that he resisted it though. Suffocating silence filled the air as the only male guest in the room racked his head for something, anything, to talk to with the girl without sounding like a total idiot.
If only it were easier.
Drew thought silently as the small brunette contined to roll layers on layers onto his cut.
"So where were you headed to before crashing?" Drew jumped slightly in his seat, startled by the sudden noise.
"Well I was actually heading to an excavation site up north but we had to take a detour here."
She hummed thoughtfully, securing the wrap around Drews arm. "Why alone then?"
Even though May had long since finished wrapping up his injured arm, he winced. Quickly though he covered the small action with a cough.
"I actually came here with four other friends," His eyes hardened. "I don't know where they are now."
May's arm reached forward to comfort the man but inches away from touching his arm, she retracted. "I'm sorry to hear that." She stood up to leave. "I'm sure you'll find them soon though."
"Thanks that means a lot." Turning to where she once sat, he was met with nothing more than an empty seat. He frowned.
I wonder where she left to...
After spending the whole day having small to little talk with the strange brunette and trying as hard as both of them could to stay away from each other, Drew turned in. May having to usher him into a moderately sized room similar to that of his hostess'. After saying her final goodbyes, May left him to do as he pleased. As soon as the door clicked shut behind though, Drew suddenly lost all intrest in sleep. Finding rather fond intrest in looking around his new room. Hoping to all gods alike that May would think he was sleeping.
It was quite late outside. The full moon shed a soft light across the steep hills of snow surrounding all of the house and across the distance of snow. Stopping all movement, Drew sighed softly. Thinking back to his conversation with May earlier that day: "I'm sure you'll find them soon enough."
His mind blanked as he thought over her words. Unknowingly repeating them out loud over and over again. God, how he hoped she was right.
Later around midnight, when the winds seem to speak and the dark threatened to consume anybody out on the streets, a shadow danced through the white thickets of snow. On closer inspection though the shadow was only that of a snow shoe rabbit, about as harmless as could be. It hopped through the snow carelessly. Never once looking back to see a distinctive figure stalking it.
Pale, almost crystal blue eyes, flashed in hunger at the small mammal. The eyes carefully followed its prey, gaining quick distance to it. The two continued moving along the ice caskets, the prey walking and its hunter following. It was awhile though before the wind picked up a much sharper note. The stalking figure pounced at the silent signal, tearing the unsuspecting prey into shreds of blood and fur.
The tearing of tissue could be heard from a close distance, minutes that felt like hours passed by before the beast moved its head from the dead carcass, its once pure white fur face, caked with blood. It seed to smile, blood dripping off its fangs and falling onto its shoulders. One of which held a long scar on it.
Oh gosh I'm really sorry for not updating this thing! I'm really trying to organize all these stories and let me tell you its hard. Theres no excuse for my bad updating skills. Bad author. Anyways though I've been really caught up in this really cool game called Puzzles and Dragons. It's awesome. To everybody reading this you should try out that game. Also please leave a review if you can, thanks! :)