Eerie

Slowly she woke up. The huge head ache didn’t let her see the surroundings without blinking a few times. An alley. What the hell was she doing on an alley? She frowned, thinking. Her gaze fell upon three fallen men; they were all covered in blood. She shivered, remembering everything that had happened that night. It was just another calm and silent walk home from the park when those men appeared, oh god she ran. She never thought she could run so much in her whole life, nevertheless, they got her. Tears fell from her eyes as she remembered the things they did to her, tears from sadness, tears of grief, tears of anger. The cold winter wind blew against her bare skin but she didn’t seem to notice or care.
Her heart jumped when someone touched her shoulder. She looked in awe to the man next to her. His slightly blonde hair hitting the base of his neck, with deep hazel-blue eyes, was sorta strange but almost natural on him. His clothes were something like what people wore in century XVII/ XVIII. She just realized that was staring him when he offered her his hand, helping her to get up. She accepted, cautiously, after all, she didn’t knew him.
Now she could see him better, the street lamp was hitting him, so she could see him and the fine red line that was coming out of his perfect lips. She stood still for one second. Somehow knowing who was him, what was him. But the sensation soon disappeared, leaving her to wonder what really happened last night.
He gave her a warm smile and look, then helping her up and holding his own coat to her, after all, she was naked. She blushed when realization stroke her and she grabbed the coat shyly, covering herself from the cold wind and his hazel-blue eyes. She brushed a strand of her blond hair from her face as she looked down upon the three fallen man, and then looking up to this strange man and he nodded, as if saying that he was the one who did that all.
- T-Thank You. – she mumbled in a low voice.
- Anytime darling. – and then he shoot her another of his warm smiles. – Leonard, but you may call me Leon. – he told her, still holding his smile.
- Demetria. – she smiled back to him, appreciating how nice he was being with her.
With one glance forward, she saw the dead bodies again and then questions started to pump in her mind. Questions like: who was him? Why did he killed them? How he killed them? Seeing that he was perfectly fine and none of the bodies hold any kind of bruises plus there wasn’t any sign of fight in the alley, not even blood. Blood. She froze when realization hit her again. There was a fine red line coming from his lips when she saw him for the first time in that night. Her eyes widened and she knew that something was…weird in that alley. Specially now with this eerie silence and the faint moonlight from an almost full moon giving things an unnatural aura. Demetria shook her head, trying to forget this feeling.
All of sudden, the strange man – Leon – starts to walk away from the alley, going in the direction of the street. When she was about to shout for him to not leave her alone he turned to her, still with a warm smile.
- Don’t worry. You’ll be fine. Trust me, I know. – he said, his smile growing bigger but his eyes growing sadder.
- B-But how about you?
He blinked a few times, that last question has caught him off guard. His smile leaving his face though his eyes were on her, a sweet and warm look.
- Don’t worry darling. I’ll find you.
And with that words he vanished. Poof. One time he was just in front of her and now, he was gone. Leaving confused Demetria to think about him. To think about what to do and/or where to go. She didn’t really wanted to go back, not to that hell anyway. She sighed, pressing the coat harder against her milky skin and walking away from that alley and that fateful night.
But that was only the beginning for Demetria.

W ‘07