"Are you done?" He soon asked. It stunned me how he was so blunt about it. I looked up and saw that it was a shaggy blonde man with blackish orbs. I then realized that it was just Blake.
"God, Blake, you scared the freaking crap out of me." I stated still slightly frightened.
He snickered weirdly. "Well, maybe, you should be scared." He said with mystery filled intent.
I laughed only because I knew that he was trying to startle me. "Why?" I taunted.
"Well, because I'm your worst nightmare." He said all too seriously, it kind of freaked me out.
I giggled, not taking what he said literally. "Hmm, really? What are you gonna do to me then?" I said, challenging him.
He looked down for a moment, thinking, and then looked up; his eyes seemed to be wild, animalistic. Almost like he appeared to have become ravenous, and thirsty, he was not the same human being I saw just moment ago. Out of no where he smiled extensive and vivid. "I can think of a few." He alleged smiling even wider.
He gave the impression of being completely different, it made me wonder if he had a split personality. Blake looked as if he had distorted himself, like he changed into a completely different person. "Blake? You're scaring me, seriously." I pleaded. Then almost as if something was inside of him, he started to fight against himself. His hands went to his head holding still. He started to grunt while fighting an inner demon. "Blake?" I whispered. He didn't answer. I put my hand on his shoulder trying to comfort him. He slapped it away rapidly and indifferently.
"Leave… me… alone… Rose." He choked out every word. I was utterly worried for him. Wondering what he was going through.
I stepped away, but didn't leave. I took a seat on the ground no more then a few feet away from where Blake was. "I hope your ok Blake. I want you to be okay, please be alright." I couldn't take it; he was hitting his head, struggling around on the ground trying to fight whatever was inside of himself. I inched closer, again, wanting to make sure he could handle it. "Blake…" I whispered inches from his gorgeous face. He looked up, eyes changing repeatedly from impaired, to depressing; he then looked like the monster from before. But as soon as it came, it was gone. He went back to his normal self for a mere moment then he took hold of his skull again. "Blake." I commanded. He gazed up.
I took hold of where his hands were, looking deeply into his eyes. Trying to help in any way that felt natural enough to somehow work and this is what felt that would take the least effort. I looked deeper into his eyes to find nothing but despair. It saddened me. So, I was determined to make him happy, someway. I took his face in my hands and came closer, yet even more, to his face. His eyes closed, trying to not show the monster within. I did what thought would help… sort of; I kissed him.
His lips felt cold and swift. While mine where soft and warm, it was a weird mix, but all the same, felt magical. I kissed him harder, showing the passion that I cared. It's funny, because almost at once he returned the favor. I opened an eye to find that his pain was gone, but another emotion had formed. The kiss became rigid and urgent. He pushed himself on top of me; I wrapped my fingers in his hair. Before long, his hands traveled down my sides moving them along my stomach, I started to smile as he trailed kisses down my neck. I giggled, at where this had gone.