Everyone told me I was good at escaping danger. I never believed it, at first. Then, after so many run-in's with criminals, and always escaping unharmed, I began to believe it. The incident with the kidnapper proved that theory correct...again. The smartest thing my parents did before they died was create that play place for me when I was younger. They had no idea it would turn out as a hide out for their danger magnet of a daughter.
Sighing, I rolled over. It was Saturday night, a week after that crazed man almost got his hands on me. I had nothing to do, no where to go, no friends to hang out with; Christine was at her parents' place. No boyfriend...I had nothing. Just a lonely night lying on my bed, staring out the window that showed me a beautiful scene.
The moon was really bright, almost like the sun, but more magical. It illuminated the entire block, the stars assisting this casting of a magical glow. Almost like I was in a trance, I got off of my bed and went to the backdoor and walked outside. Standing in the full light of the moon, I spread my arms out, closed my eyes and leaned my head skyward. Smiling, I basked in the full moon's glow. That is, until steel grip grabbed me from my waist and yanked me behind the bushes. Everything was a blur.
Hands were working fast. The edge of my shirt was pulled up. My zipper came down and I felt a sweaty palm grope my lower abdomen. A fast breath was hissing in my ear. Finally, I realized what was happening.
"No!" I screamed into the night. The minute it escaped, the sweaty palm covered my mouth.
"Shut up," the voice whispered angrily into my ear. "If you keep quiet, you won't get hurt."
My eyes grew wide. Hurt? Wasn't this guy hurting me already? Struggling, I tried to escape his evil hands. I heard him swear to himself before holding both my arms down with one hand while his other worked furiously with my pants, struggling to get them down. Okay, so I couldn't use my arms. I'll just use my legs then. Summoning power in my legs, I kicked hard, thrusting my body forward. If anything, it loosened his grip on my arms. As he concentrated on securing my legs underneath him, my hands sailed through the sky and made contact with his nose. As he cried in pain, I jumped up and started running. I don't know where I was going, just that I wanted to get away. Seeing an alley, I sped toward there. It was dark, and safe; he wouldn't see me there.
I was almost raped, I thought distantly. Looking down, I noticed my shirt was still astray and my pants were about an inch below my waist and my zipper and button was undone. Cursing, I reached down and fixed them, making sure they were normal again before I allowed myself to sink to the floor.
After a few minutes, I stood up, sighing. This was no way to spend the night. I wanted to get back to my bed, where it was comfortable. He should be gone by now. Off hunting me down, or another innocent victim. Just as I was about to leave the safe of the alley, an arrogant voice came from the shadows.
"You looked pretty appetizing a minute ago."
Oh...my...god. He found me. He found me even though I was sure I had left him way behind me. Turning, I was prepared for another fight. Although, none came. Because it was a different man. A much more handsome man. He walked away from behind the shadows and stuck his hands in his pockets. Smiling cockily at me, his eyes roamed my entire body. Uncomfortable, I shifted slightly, which caused his eyes to fly up to mine. Peering into mine, I saw that his were a very deep blue. Come to think of it, they looked exactly like those in my dream. Allowing myself some bravery, my eyes traveled down to his lips...which looked so appealing. Just staring at them, I tasted that sweetness again on my own. Licking my lips, I looked back at him. He was smiling.
"What are you smiling about?" I asked, with what was supposed to be a bold voice. It turned out sounding nervous.
"Oh, nothing." Walking closer, he reached his finger under my chin, lifting my face toward his so we were barely an inch apart. "Only that you look so beautiful in the moonlight."
With that, he turned and began to walk back the way he came.
"Oh. By the way, the name's Michael. See you around...Serena."
He knew...my name? How? Did I say it? Thinking through our entire conversation, I didn't remember saying my name. But, how did he know it? Strange...
Shaking my head, I began to head home. I was tired of tonight. It started out beautiful and ended up leaving me scared and curious. Amazing how both emotions could mix together like that.
Once I entered my room, I collapsed into bed and turned out the light. That night, the same man as before starred in my dream. The only difference was that he had a face...
The same face as the man I had met in the alley...with the same haunting blue eyes.
