|Lay Me Down to Sleep
Author: Diamond Iris PM
Gracie McManus has been a police officer for five years and has seen a lot of nasty stuff. But nothing could prepare her for what she was about to encounter.Rated: Fiction T - English - Sci-Fi - Chapters: 5 - Words: 4,396 - Reviews: 5 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 01-27-12 - Published: 01-01-12 - Status: Complete - id: 2984593
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
I had decided that I wasn't going to let Trent bother me. And when he showed up again, I would face him, head on. Whatever he wanted from me, well, he wasn't going to get it. I was going to do whatever I had to to protect myself. When I had met him that day in the woods, he had told me that he wasn't after me exactly. But whatever it was about me that he liked, there was no getting rid of him now. I stopped acting frightened and paranoid and went on living my life normally.
Surprisingly enough, I hadn't seen him for many days after our last encounter. If he thought that I had hoped that he had forgotten about me and wanted to catch me unawares, he was wrong…dead wrong. If he hoped that I was going to just give myself up to him, he was in for the shock of his undead life. I was going to protect myself. Day and night I thought of him and how I would combat him. It wasn't going to be easy, I knew that. With no foreseeable way to kill him, I had no idea what I was going to do. But that wasn't going to stop me.
I was doing the laundry, standing by the dryer folding my clothes. I turned around to place a pair of jeans in the basket. I turned back and nearly jumped out of my skin. Trent seemed to appear magically out of nowhere and was sitting on top of my wash machine.
"Trent, you scared me," I said as I place my hand on my chest. I could feel my heart beating fast.
His dark eyes dilated and he smiled. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to scare you." I caught on to the way he said "scare."
I glared at him and said, "You don't scare me. What the hell are you doing here, anyway? What do you want?"
He gracefully hopped down off the dryer and stood in front of me. He moved closer until he was almost touching me. He was looking down at me. I hadn't realized how tall he was until this moment. He was staring into my eyes and I found myself staring back. His breath was warm on my skin. I closed my eyes and began breathing harder. Damn. Did he do this too all women or just the ones he'd planned on killing?
"Open your eyes," I heard him say in a hoarse whisper.
Reluctanly, I slowly opened my eyes. And when I did, he was no longer in front of me. I looked side to side but didn't see him.
"Behind you, love," he breathed on my neck.
I jumped and turned around. I clenched my jaw to gain control of myself. "What do you want, Trent?" I replied as I picked up another pair of jeans and continued folding.
He stood there and just smiled at me. "Gracie, I foresee a long-term relationship in our future. But being an immortal, my defintion of 'long-term' may differ from yours."
A long-term realtionship? Just how long-term? For how long was he going to drag out his tormenting me? "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Let's just say that, any time we meet, could be our last." He touched my chin and winked at me as he walked to the front door and was gone in a flash.
He was really beginning to irritate me with this popping in and out business. I wasn't afraid of him, anymore. Now, I was just getting annoyed. He wanted my soul, of that I was absolutely positive. But what did he want of me? Did he want to make me his bride and take me to his underground lair? Suck out my soul so we could be lovers for all eternity? Okay, so maybe it wasn't going to be that dramatic…right?
You know that childs bedtime prayer: "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep; if I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take." Since we met, I had been thinking a lot about death. Death: the great equalizer; the ultimate sleep. I really had no desire to reach that point so soon in my life. But I also knew this: I was going to keep my soul, or die trying.