Fiona rose her head from the bed, feeling distressed. What sort of sorcery was this. The chill life I had, had been turned to an adventure.
She asked herself. What business do I have with those rings, what do I care If the are lost. Why was this happening to me.
"You seem to be In distress." A voice asked from the shadows In her room, with the moonlight giving the only source of light.
"Whose there? " Fiona snuggled her blanket In fright. Why only her, from this, to that, what next, monster worlds.
The person stepped out of the shadows, shinning bright like the moonlight In her room.
"Twilight?! " She squeezed her face In dismay.
"Had a bad dream? " He came to sit on the edge of the bed, facing her.
"How did you get In. And what are you Doing In my room at this hour. "She looked at him like she had, had enough of this arrogance.
He sighed. "First of all, you say good morning. Second of all, try to keep that In mind next time, you don't like to greet, silly girl. " Fiona glared at him, which he couldn't see In the dark.
She then got out of her bed to turn on the lamp, at the side of her bed.
"You are truly Insane as you said. " She came to stand In front of him, who looked like he was enjoying himself. "Greet you?! " She raised both brows, like what he just said was nonsense.
"Yes, greet me. " He stood up, looking at her with tranquil on his face. "It's already four In the morning. So I would expect a greeting. " He put his hands In his pockets.
"You have really lost It. " She went to sit on the small long couch like a bench In her room, that had a small center table.
"I'm gonna stay here, till day break. Just to Inform you. " Fiona slightly left her mouth open In awe, watching him as he made his way to lie on the bed, resting his head on his arm, which rested on the bed frame.
"You must be joking. " She got up to stand at the side of the bed, where he was resting. "What do you mean stay here. Don't you have your own house to stay at?" She put her arms across her chest.
"I have one. But I like to stay In girls' houses." He said, with his eyes closed.
Fiona knew he was a pervert and shameless, but this was crossing the line. This wasn't the first time he sneaked Into her room, but the last time, he left before hand.
She dropped her hands to the side. "I don't care whose house you stay In, but definitely not mine. " He opened his eyes to look at her, who looked like she wanted to use her pillows to suffocate him to death.
"Are you this cruel skinny legs? You want the hungry mad man to get to me too!" He looked like he was messing with her, even though he didn't smile, he just raised a brow.
Fiona squeezed her fist . "Are you ever literal In your words."
He still laid on her bed, before saying, "It depends on how you put It. But come to think of It...." He removed his hand that he used as a pillow, to his sides. "...Imagine If that scary mad man had friends, and his friends would then find out you killed him, then they come to kill you and your family. Wouldn't that be a happy ending. " He smiled which didn't reach his eyes.
Fiona shrieked Inside her. What he was saying was true, but she didn't kill him, she thought. "You mean the scary mad man would come to kill you, and your family." She jerked her head at him. Their voices all this while like a whisper.
He sat at the side of the bed, with her legs not far from his. "I didn't kill him, you made me too. All because I had to save a silly girl like you. So who would they kill first....." He smirked. "...the boss or the henchman. " He pointed at her, then to himself.
She glared at him. "Talking you Into leaving, Is useless. So I take the bed, and you take the couch." After she said those last words, he looked at her with a twitched expression, while raising a brow, like she just said garbage.
"You must still be having a nightmare." She bit her lower lip, before saying,
"I am tired and can't argue with you, so I'll take the couch Instead. " As she was about moving, he pulled her towards him, as she lied down on his chest, which he then laid on the bed.
"Or how about we share. Our parents did teach us about sharing. " He smirked at her, who looked like she was taken by surprise. She tried getting up from him, but he held her waist In place.
"Let go, weirdo." She struggled more, but It was to no avail.
"C'mon now skinny legs, don't you like to share." He persisted, tightening his grip around her waist.
"Okay, fine! I'll stay on the bed with you. " She finally gave In to this stubborn being. He let go of her waist, before she got up to go to the other side of the bed, she then laid down on It.
"Isn't It fun to share, skinny legs. " He mocked her, as he arranged himself on the bed, lying his head on the pillow, facing her, who faced the opposite side.
"Just sleep. We have school tomorrow. " She said with her eyes closed.
"Don't you mean today. And how can I sleep when I'm afraid of being killed. " He made It sound like he was serious, when he was only using this opportunity to pester the living soul out of her.
"Goodnight. " She forced It out of her mouth.
"Don't you mean, good morning." He stared at her back, In which her hair was packed In a ponytail.
She didn't reply him, which made him to Inch closer to her, playing with her hair. Fiona's eyes swung open. Was this guy sick In the head, what was he doing now.
"Twilight. " She called his name with an authoritative voice , In a low tone.
"Yes. " He answered lazily, still playing with her hair.
"Leave my hair alone. " She said, still facing the opposite side.
"I do pity you sometimes. " He stopped playing with her hair, to then face the ceiling. "The torture that awaits you Is unfathomable. " Fiona turned to to his side, looking at him with questions In her eyes.
"What do you mean torture? " He faced her, looking her In the eyes with seriousness, like his earlier mood had disappeared.
"As the chosen one, you face torture. " His eyes still on hers.
"Chosen one, of what? " He placed two fingers above her eyes, to then close them.
"Sleep. " Fiona didn't protest, she just did as she was told.