Chapter 21: A Game of Cat & Mouse?
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Lucian's POV
When she made it to the front door, her hand grazed the door knob. Just as I was about to turn and leave, she shouted, "Your story telling sucks! Goodnight!"
How dare she!?
Confident she'd hear me through the door, I shouted back, "Good night, Bella! See you tomorrow morning & don't forget to tell your parents about us!"
I then ran away back to the park and swiftly delved behind the greenery, opening a plane to get back home.
But in the midst of my travels, something told me to check on my local house. So I did as my instincts told me and went to my house.
I found the door ajar and muddy prints leading inside; mud was a pet peeve of mine & I absolutely despised it. Whomever decided to break into my house had a whole 'nother level of fury coming for them.
I exited my portal and slowly walked towards the late Georgian-early Victorian era house; it was rare to have a house still standing and originally built of one of those eras. I didn't want my house to be tarnished.
Man, oh man, I felt bad for this person— well, scratch that, I didn't feel any remorse for them. Don't people have morals nowadays? They should know it's wrong to break into other peoples' houses.
Furthermore, my house might have been local, but it was more on the outskirts side of town rather than the city, so that begs the question of how and why they chose this house.
I climbed the stairs of the porch, letting my feet glide on the wooden tile floor as I walked further into my house. I was disgusted at the sight of mud; did they just leave a pigsty?
Maybe I should give em a good scare? I stepped backwards and slammed the door as hard as I could. When I did that, I set up a magical barrier around the house so that the criminal couldn't escape.
When the door slammed, I heard something shatter and break. Soon after, footsteps followed. Of course, the criminal must have gotten scared.
I followed the sound of the break and footsteps, which led me upstairs. Letting my hand trail the cream-colored stair rail, I ascended the stairs without a care in the world.
My heart started to pound; I was getting a thrill. This was like a game of cat and mouse to me. Exhilaratingly exciting!
Reaching the apex of the stairs, I took a slight pause. I wondered if the culprit was hiding now. What room had the most valuables? Ah, no matter. I'll throw them on edge.
I entered the first room on the left and let the door hit the wall as I walked in. I checked underneath the bed, opened the closet, and checked for open windows.
Exiting the room, I began to whistle; I didn't close the first room's door and proceeded to walk across the hall to the room on the right. I wanted to instill as much fear as possible into the criminal.
I did the same routine for all rooms except the third room on the right. Once I reached the third room on the left, I skipped over the room on the right because I knew that's where the culprit was.
I could hear their heart pounding with each passing moment, giving me the energy to whistle louder and smile altogether in my chase. Surely, he must have known by now that I was a twisted psycho enthralled in a game of making my prey almost piss their pants.
This house had a total of ten rooms; thinking back upon this, I bought this house from a hellbound couple that used to foster abandoned kids and abuse them. I guess that's why it had so many rooms; back then, I was still in a cloud of anger. If it wasn't for a certain someone back then, I would have never freed those kids or sent that couple to hell earlier than needed.
Reaching the last room, I performed the routine; now whistling louder, I exited the room into the hallway once again making my way to the last unchecked room: the third room on the right.
I could hear the criminal's teeth chattering away in fright; stupid criminal. I decided to end the fun, despite my desire to continue it.
I opened the door and I could instantly tell where the criminal was; why do they always choose to hide underneath the bed? That's such an easy spot. They weren't even worth the chase anymore.
"Just come out already. You're way too loud to overlook," I said.
I heard their breath hitch and the rush of slight panic running through them.
"Come on before I have to drag you out," I said.
"O.. okay," the criminal said.
Dammit. I knew where this was going. I played a game of cat & mouse for no reason. The criminal carefully climbed out from beneath the bed as so to not hit his head.
Yes, his head. The criminal was indeed a male.
Damn.
I asked, "Why?"
"Because I'm poor and this house is so big and I never see anyone here so I took the chance to pick the lock and take a look inside; I figured if one thing was missing that it wouldn't hurt the owner. Forgive me," he said.
There goes the thrill. Standing in front of me with his head down was a little boy with fair skin and light brown hair who sniffled as he talked to me. His hair was disheveled and his clothes were tattered. I guess even if you lived in the city, you could still be poor; this just goes to show how weak these puny humans were.
I asked, "How poor are you?"
He didn't answer. Did I come off as rude? Maybe.
"Take your clothes off," I demanded.
The little boy looked up at me in fright.
"No, please! I'll never do this again. Just let me go," he begged. He fell to the floor on his knees and threw his head forward as he held his hands together begging for me to let him go.
"What are you blabbering about? You're gonna take a bath and put on some new clothes. I'm not that kind of man,��� I said.
I heard him exhale a sigh of relief.
"So tell me why you thought that I'd do such a thing. Has anyone ever hurt you, boy? Touched you in a way that you didn't like?"
"My name is Aizen," he whispered.
"Alright, Aizen. Let's get you a change of clothes," I replied.
I showed him everything that I figured he could possibly need. I bathed him, fed him, and talked to him. I even gave him a bit of money and my number; look at me being a caring stranger.
He was so surprised and thankful for the money; I drove him home and to my surprise, he lived even further in the outskirts of the city. I never even knew this part existed; I only cared about damages to my house and nothing else.
The run down house was nothing but a beat up shack over bricks for a house. Now I knew why he decided to break into my house.
I shut the car off and we sat in silence outside of his home. I observed the boy; his little snubbed nose was red and his full pink lips were slightly parted as if he wanted to share a few words with me.
He turned his head toward me and showed me his big, puppy dog, hazel eyes.
"Thank you," he said.
"Anytime kid," I said.
He nodded and exited my car; I waited until he was safely inside for a few moments until I crank my engine up again and sped away.
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The same time @ Bella's home
Isabelle's POV
Curse you, Lucian! I sighed as I locked the door and headed for the kitchen; I needed water right now.
"Nice of you to finally show up."
"Ah! Don't do that, Dad! You scared me," I said while clutching my shirt tightly.
"Right. Who was the guy? I heard him shout your name," he said.