Authors Note: Merry Christmas! I felt an urge to write this chapter today and so here it is. I know Alice isn't acting very..umm.. Alicey, but that's going to change int he next few chapters. Thanks so much for the reviews and Happy Holidays!
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Chapter 3: The Handome Stranger
Alice's P.O.V.
My mother remains seated, lips set in a straight line, as the men enter the kitchen. "Thank you for coming," she says grimly, not making eye contact with me.
"Just doing our job, Miss," said the beefy one, looking me up and down.
I noticed two of the men creeping around the side of the room, coming for me, just as they had in my dream. They were planning to ambush me, locking me in their arms.
I could feel the large men advancing on me, but I didn't break eye contact with the one that spoke. For some reason, I hated him the most. I heard an angry grunt to my right and I knew it was starting. I dodged out of the way at the last second, thankful for my small figure, as the two men collided with each other and fell in a heap on the wooden floor.
My mother was screaming at me, but I ignored her, lifting up my skirt, and running to the door. My hand had just touched the cool metal when I felt a hand around my neck. The large man who had spoken to my mother had grabbed me and was pulling me back, an evil grin on his face. "Feisty one, eh?" he said.
My vision was becoming blurry on the sides, and my head hurt. I did the only thing I could think of. I spit in his face. He staggered backwards, letting go of me to wipe his face off. In this moment of distraction, I bolted.
The cool air helped my head, but didn't do anything for my steamy temper. I ran down the street, throwing up debris that had gotten on the road. I didn't look back when I heard the angry curses coming from behind me.
I franticly began searching for Tim. He'd said he'd come and find me if he saw the car. Well the where was he? I could hear my pursuers getting louder and closer behind me, and I was unsure of how much longer I could keep running.
My insides were burning and my throat felt like it was on fire, when a hand shot out of an ally and pulled me in, making me yelp in surprised.
I was up against the cold bricks, and there was a cold hand over my mouth. I kept my eyes squeezed my eyes shut, as the dark clothed men huffed and ran up the street.
When I opened my eyes, I was staring into dark, bottomless eyes that had an edge of familiarity to them. My savior took a step back, releasing me. I could now see him, in the glow of the moonlight and gasped. He was absolutely beautiful.
He couldn't have been more than twenty with his dark hair, wind blown that made him look as if he had been running, and snow white skin. His full lips were in a slight smile, and his eyes looked hungry and powerful. He stood in a crouch, making me suddenly feel like I was being hunted, but I didn't mind. I felt safe.
"Well," he said, in deep melodious voice that sent chills all through me. "Seems we keep running into each other, Miss." That's when I knew why his eyes seemed familiar to me.
"It was you!" I accused. "You were the one following me earlier, weren't you?" He just laughed, making my knees feel weak.
"You really shouldn't be walking the streets at night; there are dangerous beings that could harm someone of your delicate nature." He took a step back towards me, and I was glad that the wall was behind me, because I am almost positive that I would've fallen.
"Yes, I wonder who could be scarier than a man in a dark ally," I say, staring him straight on. I had meant it as a joke, but the stranger became ridged all over. He took a step closer to me, and I placed my hands on his cold, hard chest. He leaned down by my ear and whispered, "Am I scary?"
My breath caught in my throat as he smiles at me, perfect white teeth shining at me. "No, you're not scary at all," I said, breathless, and in that moment I thought he was going to kiss me. No, I knew he wanted to, but instead he moved away from me like I had some sort of disease. "I wouldn't be so sure" was all he said, and in that moment he was gone, like he was never there.
I just stood there, and let out a long breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. Who was he? Suddenly I was angry. How could he have just left me here, with those men after me? How could he have not told me his name?
As I was fuming, I didn't hear the men coming back up the street. It surprised me when I was grabbed by two sets of strong arms. The men laughed and said, "Gotcha now!" A sack was placed over my head and I couldn't see anything. I could smell the engine and had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming when they threw me in the back seat. I would not show weakness to these men.
I awoke with a metallic taste in my mouth and my head was throbbing. I was lying in the center of an off-white room, on some sort of bed. I glanced around the room and was instantly appalled. There was a small desk next to the bed; there were no windows, only a large door, one that locked from the outside.
I sighed. This is what the asylum looks like, then, I think to myself. I'm sure I just sat on that stone cold bed for hours, not speaking, just thinking.
Was I really crazy? No, I wasn't. I had never tried to kill someone nor had I thought about it. What about that handsome stranger last night? I'd probably never see him again. Tim? Ella? I'd never see them again either. I would never marry Tim, nor would I ever see the faces of my two best friends again.
I wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn't come so I just buried my hands in my face and sobbed.
I didn't even notice that the door opened until I heard a throat clear and I glanced up, and instantly felt like I was in some sort of dream.
Standing in front of me was the man I'd seen last night, the one who'd saved me. He was smiling a warm smile that made his eyes glow. I cocked my head to the side, trying to see if I was loosing my vision, but sure enough, his eyes stayed the same golden color anyway I looked at him. His eyes were dark last night! How could this have happened?
"Seems fate has intertwined us together, Miss," He said, never letting his eyes leave my face. He looked like an angel. I couldn't help but smile, despite how angry I was at him for not letting me know his name last night.
Thankfully I found my voice. "It would seem so," I said, and was glad that it sounded strong, unlike how I was feeling.
He laughed that deep laugh of his and came over to me; sitting at the desk set up next to my bed, and looked into my face. "I was hoping I'd see you again, Miss Brandon."
I had to suppress the urge to giggle, and instead said, "And why would that be?"
He just shook his head, not answering me. "Okay then, if you won't answer that question," I began, "Then how about my other ones?" The stranger smiled and said "As you wish."
I felt a fluttery feeling in my stomach as he spoke, but forced myself to remain calm. "What is your name?"
"Starting off basic, are we, Miss Brandon?" He laughs. "I am Henry Meriwether, and I am your care taker while you are taking residents here." Somehow, knowing the name of the stranger made me feel more connected to him.
"Well, Mr. Meriwether," I said, "Would you please tell me what you were doing following me last night?" His expression changes from joy to shock in an instant, but he looks away before I can ask questions.
"I am just Henry, Miss Brandon, and I was not following you," he said it in a cold toned voice that made me shiver.
"Well, Henry," I say, stretching out his name, "It sure looked that way. I also never got a chance to thank you for saving me from those men."
His face lit up again. "Well, it would have been better if you'd hadn't made a scene and gotten caught, Miss Brandon," he replied.
I roll my eyes. "It's not like I wanted to get caught," I say, causing him to laugh. "Next question," I say, pulling my feet up under me folding my hands in my lap. "Why are your eyes gold? They had bee black yesterday."
"Miss Brandon, you must have been ill yesterday. It was dark and you were confused, my dear. My eyes are in fact, gold," he said. I didn't believe it, but he spoke before I could say so. "Now, Miss Brandon, It is my turn for the questions,"
Henry gave me a warm smile that I was sure could save a life. "What is your name?" HE said mockingly, repeating my question.
I laughed and said, "Mary Alice Brandon." "Well, Mary, It's a pleasure to meet you." The way he said it made me hate the name. It made me remember my mother, who I wanted to forget entirely. Henry saw my distraught face and asked me what was wrong. I mentally shook myself and said, "Call me Alice, Henry."
He smiled, lifted my hand up to his face and whispered, "Well it's a pleasure to meet you Alice," before he kissed my hand, sending sparks through my veins, which I am sure he felt.
He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by a knocking on the door. A tall woman, with red hair walked in. She nodded towards Henry, who had stood up and dropped my hand, when she knocked. He walked over to her and they whispered, but I was too far to make out what they were saying, but I could tell he was angry.
The woman turned her attention back towards me and said with a smile, "Miss Brandon, You have visitors."
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