It was him, he had entered the room unannounced and without knocking. "Don't you knock before you enter someone's room?" She asked as she hurried down from the bed. He ignored her and began to undress. This man was just out of his mind' she thought as she turned back to give him privacy "What do you think you are doing"
"There's no need to be shy, you can look if you want to" Warren replied. He took off the shirt he had on, and slid in a lighter one before taking off his shoes carelessly. "The inn keeper said there wasn't any spare room so guess we would be roommates for tonight" He explained. She turned back to gesture him out of the room but he was uncomfortably close now.
His shirt was still unbuttoned revealing his well built torso. His pectoral muscles were moderately built and his body radiated an unnatural soothing heat that warmth her body. She backed away from him, turning around at the same time. "Button your shirt and leave" she said clearly not wanting to be around him. 'what was up with this Warren? Is he trying to flirt with me or something?' she asked herself but yet again, she could feel his comforting body heat surround her again.
"Are you thinking of me Sian?" He asked. She didn't turn to look at him. He was definitely right behind her as she could almost feel him breathing on her neck. She would just ignore him till he finished and left it's not like he was seriously going to share a room with her let alone a bed. "You don't need to worry, I will sleep on the floor" His voice startled her throwing her out from her world of thoughts. She turned around but he was gone already. She was alone once again.
Violets scream echoed loudly in her ears. Their mother who had just saved them had been stabbed dead. She pulled back at her younger sister as she screamed in horror at the sight of her dying mother. She was wriggling violently out of Sian's grip and before she cold tighten her grip, Violet had broken free and bolted towards their mothers killer screaming on top of her voice. She raced after her but her tiny legs were fast and she had already caught up with the murderer and threw herself on him biting and scratching at him.
He threw her off like a piece of dirt but the girl was persistent and soon he was fed up with her pestering and had mercilessly drove his sword into the heart of a seven year old girl. Her whole world seemed to stop. Her younger sister was on the floor struggling with life, choking on her own blood and she just knelt doing nothing. Violet had died because she was a coward. She had stood and just like her sister had made her way towards the killer.
The man had turned back to look at her, disgust and hatred written over his face as he raised his sword. He was going to kill her just like he did Violet. At least she would join her mother and younger sister. The sword was already close when someone pulled her backwards and before she could gain control of herself, the murderer head was flying in the air, his lifeless body dropped with a thud on the floor and spluttered blood everywhere. Who had stopped her from reuniting with her family? She hated him more than the dead man in front of her. Her blood boiled with anger as she looked at him, her alleged savior. She could feel something taking over her entirely. A new feeling. She opened her mouth to scream but instead released a shockwave of energy which sent everything around her flying.
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'She must be asleep by now' Warren thought. He was seated on a bench just outside the door of their room. He didn't want to sleep yet even though it was almost sunrise. He would rather stay awake and watch the beauty of sunrise before he went to bed. There was nothing to do after all and he couldn't leave the inn if he didn't want trouble, not that he was safe here, here was far from safe. Travelers that rested here every night had probably seen his fliers lying around everywhere so he couldn't be seen in broad daylight.
He would use the night for everything he wanted and rest during the day. He played with a little tornado he formed on his palm as he watched the sun slowly peeping to see if it was being watched.
'It was beautiful, the rising sun, as beautiful as her.' He smiled. He should be a poet if he could think like this
'she wasn't that much of a talker and hated long conversations, and acted anyhow she plea....' His thoughts came to a brisk end when he heard a scream come from their room. The little tornado had vanished immediately and he dashed into the room. He drew close to the bed, 'she was having a nightmare' he thought as he sat down by her side. Her eyes flung open and the first thing she did was hug him