Untouchable

seven

     I found my way to the living room, noticing another set of doors which I opened, further exploring the mansion. 

     It lead to the front of the house. There was a big drive way, lined with all sorts of cars, a circle driveway, with a fountain at the center, spitting continuous water out of the top. Marvelous plants lined the large porch of the house, and it was a beautiful scene of evergreen. 

     The driveway lead to a road, and I couldn't see down it, since we were on a hill. I quickly stepped down off the porch of the house, and headed down the driveway to the road. When I got to the edge of the hill, I could see dozens of more streets, houses, people, cars, and more. The houses were just as decorated green as the mansion was. There was a light fog that has settled a couple feet above the town, giving it a mystical vibe that drew me in. I decided to turn around, not wanting to get lost already. 

     Since I didn't want to go back into the house, I found a tree just outside of it and climbed up it. It smelt of fresh pine in that tree and I lay my head down when I found a sturdy branch to lay on, facing the base of the tree.

     I was humming a song, listening to the rusting leaves every time the wind blew. I was just wandering around my brain, thinking over everything that happened, everything that could happen. Of last night. My eyes widened in realization, remembering the blue eyes staring at me yesterday night from three stories down. 

     With that, I rose up from my branch, eyes searching around the forest, listening for anything, any signs of movement. Once I heard, nor saw anything, my shoulders started to relax and I cautiously laid my head back down to the branch.

     Only five minutes later, my mind still on those blue eyes, I heard footsteps, walking towards me and I sat up and spun around, expecting blue eyes, but instead finding the honey brown eyes that I yearned to look at.

     "Elijah," I breathed out, relieved to see that it wasn't an intruder.

     "Where have you been," He asked in a soft, stern voice. 

     "Here?" I asked suspiciously. 

     "I've been looking for you everywhere," He said. 

     "I looked for you in the kitchen," I said, "You weren't there when I woke up," 

     "I was called in for a meeting early that morning, I didn't want to wake you," He called up to me from the tree. There was a small pause before he spoke up again, "I," He started while I looked quizzically at him, "I heard what happened in the kitchen," 

     "It's fine," I told him, shaking my head lightly.

     "It's not. You are my mate and I will not tolerate disrespect." 

     "Elijah, I murdered people. People are going to mad, they have every right to be. And for me to show up and all the sudden and take on a role such as this, be a leader in the pack? I understand why they would be angry, I would too."

     "You still defended yourself, so clearly some part of you thinks that you are still deserving of respect of redemption from this," He said sternly.

     "I know I gave justice that night, I did good for others that night. But that doesn't mean I'm less as evil as them," 

     "You were being abused in multiple forms!" He yelled, his voice rising. I jumped down from the branch and walked over to him, taking his hand in mine. I looked into his eyes and said finally, 

     "I know, but you have to understand it from their perspective. To them, I'm still a killer who now is in their territory, and strong. They don't see it the way you do. You acted similar before my explanation, so you are no better than them in this situation."