Silver-Tongued

Ever since the trees started to shed their crispy red and orange leaves as the cold breeze heralding the advent of winter blew, I found my self constantly gazing at the boy across the classroom.

His name was Andre Sinclair - the new boy in town who just joined school mid-autumn.

He had tousled, dark hair that looked so soft as it bounced with every blow of wind and skin that was so smooth any girl would be put in to shame. What's more, in his unchanging poker face were ice blue eyes that seemed to pierce through anything he sets them on.

Myriads of girls had already taken notice of him and it's imminent as he had a face that could draw crowds of frenzied, boy crazy girls. They were all attracted by his gorgeous face and air of mystery that encapsulated him.

I would be a hypocrite if I said that I was not in the least drawn to him as well but there was something else that enchanted me. There was something...much, much more deeper in to him that pulled everyone in like gravity - He was special, extraordinary and very, very dangerous.

Of that I was sure because until now, I could still remember my first encounter with him.

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I trudged down the eerily empty road with a bunch of brochures about the upcoming donation drive that was organized by my high school. Along with me were my friends Pamela and Seth and my stupid, and overly annoying older brother, Lance.

"You should have really seen it! It was hilarious! They were like, hey, is your little sister a stoner or something?" Lance made faces as he told my friends one of the most humiliating stories of my life. It was when his friends mistook me for a stoner simply because I looked stoned as I walked up on them early morning with my bed hair, unwashed face and morning breath.

"I could really imagine that! No offense Kate." Seth told me in defense as they giggled away.

I rolled my eyes as I barred my teeth at my brother, "Why were you here again?!"

He raised his perfectly trimmed eyebrow at me as he snickered, "Why, to help my beloved little sister of course!"

"Well you could help us by um..I don't know – getting lost?" I yelled as I stomped on his brand new Nike.

"Uh...Kate, it's fin--" Pamela was cut mid-sentence when I threw her a dirty glare.

Lance just chuckled and gently pushed me away. "Come on. We're almost done here. I just really wanted to lend a hand. Besides, this was supposed to be done in groups of four."

I rolled my eyes at him. After thinking about it, I realized that the job was done so much faster as compared to just the three of us doing it. It did help that my brother was able to secure donations simply because he was a good flirt.

"Okay...let's get this done by sunset and Lance...just keep your stories to yourself." I mumbled as we headed to the last house down the street.

"Hmm..funny." Lance mumbled.

I glared at him. "Are you going to tell one of your stories with the intent of humiliating me again?" I asked.

"Of course not! I'm just saying---"

"It's weird. I thought no one lived here." Pamela softly said as we stopped at our tracks.

"Yeah...that was what I was saying just now." Lance said with a stupefied expression on his already stupid-enough face.

We found ourselves staring slack jawed at the quaint, old house before us. It looked like a mansion that stood solitary in the depth of the meandering road. It was nothing like the haunted house that many townspeople claimed it to be to scare children before. Now, it was like a sophisticated piece of architecture.

"Who's got the brochures?" Seth asked as he slowly backed away.

"Why did you ask?" I inquire whilst feeling my knees slightly wobble.

Pamela, Lance and Seth looked at each other before looking at me. I already knew what they had in mind but I acted innocent.

"What?" I walked away from the house as well before standing close to my brother.

He smirked at me as if he had triumphed in crushing my ego. "Now you're thankful I came."

Pamela and Seth nodded at each other upon looking at their wristwatches. They turned to me and a sly smile crept on their lips.

"Come on. It's the last house. Let's get over it." Seth said, pulling me away from my brother.

"I'm sure the house's fine. Ghosts cannot renovate the house you know. Must be new arrivals to town." Pamela reassured me.

I stood in the exact same place trying to calm my palpitating heart. I gazed at the house again and tried to convince my self that it was not as scary as it seemed.

"This reminds me. You know, when we were young Kate pee--"

"Okay!!! I'll do it! Just shut it Lance..." I was shocked my self after what I had said. I just wanted to stop Lance from blabbering those unnecessary, humiliating stories.

"Whoot!" They chorused.

I shook my head and held on the brochure tightly as I looked at them one last time before I started to walk towards the house.

"See? Works every time." Lance mumbled.

I ignored him and quickly reached for the doorbell.

No one answered.

I rang the doorbell again and this time, I knocked as well.

From where I stood, I could see lights which emanated from the glass paned windows. There were definitely people inside.

I stood there waiting for someone to open the door. Yet no one again. I glanced at Lance, Pamela and Seth who were doing all those stupid poses that were either meant to encourage me or just plain mock me. I took it as the former just for the sake of my sanity.

"Okay. I will knock one last time. If no one answers, I'm leaving!" I told my self as I raised my fist, ready to knock with all my might.

I was about to knock when the door suddenly creaked open. I was relieved that the job would finally be over but I found myself unable to stop my fist from landing on the chest of the person who answered the door.

Thud!

The person before me did not budge and muttered no sound at all but I still wanted lightning to strike me at that instant. I looked up slowly in an attempt to apologize but I ended up humiliating my self by stuttering, "So—sorr-Sorry!"

Before me was a tall guy clad in a black turtle neck sweater. He was leaning against the door frame looking at me with his blasé expression. His lashes were long, highlighting his beautiful ice blue eyes. His soft, dark hair framed his face nicely and he smelt like he just had a shower.

I was speechless as he looked at me with the unchanging expressionless eyes. It must've been the cue to start talking.

"Um..hi, we, I mean, I, yeah I am from Lincoln high and the school is organizing a donation drive. I was hoping you could help by donating used clothe-"

As I was talking midway, I suddenly found him trying to slam the door at my face with the same nonchalant face that screams, "See if I care".

"Wait!" I yelled, pushing the door open and catching his irritated expression as well.

"That's so rude! Couldn't you just let me finish? How hard is it to help the less fortunate by giving items that no longer have any use for you?!" I babbled on in the middle of trying to stop him from closing the door by pushing it with my body.

The struggle ended and his apathetic expression turned to that of someone with an intent of murder. Sexy. I meant, scary. Yeah, scary.

"So? Is there anything you are going to give? Here's the brochure." I asked trying not to show my annoyance.

"I'm doing this for the less fortunate." I told my self as I calmed my self down and tried not to be distracted by his gorgeousness as well while I held out the brochure.

"Brother?! Who's at the door?" I heard a gentle sounding voice coming from within the house.

He glanced behind momentarily before briskly pulling my arm and whispering something to my ear.

His scent was overwhelming and his voice, which felt like smooth velvet caressing my bare skin as he whispered to my ear, left me dazed for a while. Everything felt so unreal and I had this very light feeling. My ears were pumping with blood as what he said resonated in my head I didn't even realize he had already slammed the door shut at my face.

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"Hey, Kate! You okay?" I heard Lance ask repeatedly as Pamela and Seth shook me.

I looked at them in confusion. "What? What are you doing?"

They looked like I was just about to get crushed by a truck or something. I turned to Pamela for answers and she bit her lip before talking to me.

"Kates, you were standing here for almost ten minutes. We thought you were waiting for the person in the house to bring back donations but turns out it wasn't."

"What do you mean? Ten minutes? That's ridiculous! I...I..." I shook my head and tried to clear my head to recall what exactly happened.

"Come on, sis. Let's go home. We shouldn't waste our time on these heartless people." Lance grumbled as he purposely raised his voice as if to let the people in the house hear what he was saying. Immediately, he squat down the road. Next thing I knew, he had already thrown a pebble to the house.

"That was awesome man! Let me try!" Seth was about to pick up a pebble when my brother dragged us all away.

"No time for that! Run!" He yelled followed by hearty chuckles. I knew I will always love my brother even though he's gross and really annoying. That's what made him special after all - with the occasional 'standing up for little sis' of course.

Even so, when I got home, I found my self wondering what exactly happened at that last house we went to. I tried to recall what exactly the guy whispered to my ears and figure out how it was able to make me feel what I had felt back then.

That night, I was unable to sleep. Not only because I was thinking of the mysterious new guy in town but also because engines of cars kept roaring outside on the streets throughout the night and their headlights illuminated my room with bluish white light.

That was my first memory of Andre Sinclair.

At that time, I certainly did not know that we'd be making much more memories more surreal than that.

A/N:

I'm back with a new fic! And it's my first supernatural fic too. I hope you enjoy it :) I haven't been able to update because of my final year exams which would end in two weeks time. About my other fic 'The Devil and His Secret' don't worry. It's not on hiatus. I just really have no time.

I hope you enjoy this chapter! I'd love to hear from you :)