12 July 2012
Chapter 7 THE 3 WORDS:
"Goodnight beautiful," he whispered after our long, first kiss. "Night," I muttered, too shy to speak. I watched him go back home then stood outside, daydreaming again. I thought of what the house would look like and quickly rushed inside. "Wow! It-I-it's amazing!" I gasped, hardly able to speak. I'll tell you what it looked like in more detail...
Living room: white walls, white, laminate flooring, black rug, cream sofas, black plasma, cream bookcase, decorations and flowers. Merged into the same room as... Kitchen: white walls, white, tiled floor, royal blue worktops, black drawers and cabinets, neat decorations. Dinning room: white walls, white, tiled floor, black table, royal blue flowers and candles. And then upstairs... My room: ivory walls, cream carpet, a red, four poster bed, a black desk, black sofas, built in wardrobe (walk in as well) red decorations. Bathroom: silver tiles on walls and floor. Steam shower, a centre bath, automatic sink, silent close toilet and a massive mirror. My dad's room: grey walls, cream carpet, mint green double bed, black chairs, built in wardrobe and mint green decorations.
There was a sudden vibration from my phone, 'unknown' it said. I just ignored it, thanked the builders and gave them their money. The same vibration arrived, the same name. I ignored it again. I went for a shower and got in my pyjamas, before checking my phone. Nineteen missed calls from 'unknown' ! I didn't feel safe, I called Zack and asked if he could come round, even though it was already ten at night and my dad would be home soon. Zack didn't live far away from me, so he walked. "I'm sure it's no one," he reassured, rubbing my arm soothingly. I sniffed, hiding my face in his chest. "I hope your right..." I croaked, however my voice sound muffled. "Cleo, I've got to tell you something..-" "Go on," I interrupted, getting comfy on a pillow. He stroked my face. "I don't think I should be with you, I mean I really want to. I love you. But, being what we are changes everything," he began. "We?" I disrupted again. "Yes, me and my family. We are metholopious. A species from years ago. It's kinda complicated. You see, our kind first discovered themselves in early B.C, from then on our numbers have gotten lower and lower. Until the middle ages when there was only a group of us on the earth, every ten years. It's even worse now, it's every twenty-three years. You don't find out what you are until you're fourteen, it's quite daunting then-" Zack explained further. "What are you?!" I screeched, my throat still sore from crying. "I told you, a metholopious. We have the ability to turn into any animal we want, when we want. Let's say I was hungry in my human form, them chose to be a hawk for a while, if I hunt being a hawk and become full. I can change into any animal and still feel the same, although if I went back to human, I wouldn't of gained anything from eating as an animal. We can also do magic and have other abilities. That's why I don't think we should be together, I'm a monster, a freak. We are always in danger. I don't want to put you through that," he finished. I somehow understood what he had just said, but it was a lot to take in. "I-I believe you. I don't care though, I still love you. I love you Zack, I don't care what you are!" I murmured, ending up with my arms around his neck. He twirled my hair around his fingers. "Thank you," he said, holding my face in his hands. I smiled at him and reached in for a kiss. Before I could, he already beckoned back. "I love you too Cleo, don't ever leave me. You share my life now, let's keep it that way." He stayed in silence for a moment, breaking the awkwardness by placing his lips on mine- instead of cold, they were warm this time. It was a long, passionate hiss he gave me, I was thankful and decided to show my gratefulness. I kissed him this time and he kissed me back, his strong jaw forcing my lips to open. I could now feel his warm breath and decided to end this kiss there. I snuggled into him and fell into a deep sleep.
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