--Meetings

I turned to face him and looking at him, I felt inferior, for he was everything I couldn't be, regal, his mannerisms impeccable, and his beauty, puzzling. A new kind of beauty which I’d yet to see, and whilst my senses idolized it, and my heart took up fast beats, a deeper part of me, sensed from him danger, an intangible darkness, almost inexistent, but there nevertheless.

“ We've met before. ”

At that he smiled, and letting out a low laugh replied,

“I know you, we know each other, and I know much more than you’d want me to. But it’s all good.”

And amidst his raucous laughter, he declared

“ I’m no creep, don't worry”

and whispering this time said,

"I don't stalk you."

The ease I’d begun to feel had faded into nothingness, and then I saw what I’d expected to see all along, beautiful, dead brown eyes, too dead to be human on a face which boasted a wide grin.

“We’ve met before, so many many times, much more than you’d like to admit. I’ve met your father too,”

and giggling,

“but our meetings haven’t been as pleasant as the ones between us”

His eyes seemed to lose focus, and his grin stretched wider,

“He should be expecting me very soon.”