☾° Compelled. ⌜ d. swing. ⌟

☾° › two.

Sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 27ᵗʰ˒ 1991.

Zᴇɴᴀ Pʜᴏᴇɴɪx.

            I immediately jolted out of my sleep, sitting up on my full-size bed as my eyes adjusted to the darkness of my room, the moonlight providing a soft blue hue that illuminated my walls. A cool breeze coming in from my open window caused me to shiver slightly as the curtains began to sway. My hair stood up on end, it was freezing and for the last few nights I had been experiencing bouts of chills. I thought I was catching a cold but every time I would wake up to the coolness coming from my window.

I never left my window open. I was far too paranoid for that. As soon as I came to that realization I saw a figure move in my peripheral vision, it was the first time I had caught him. "D?" I whispered softly, more to myself than him before I even turned around to face him. In the dark, his orbs glowed. Time seemed to slow down as he stared at me, the drumming of my heartbeat thumped wildly in my ears as he began walking over to me. If I didn't know any better, I'd believe he was a regular cat off the street. Nothing about him screamed monster, or demon at first glance.

"I'm not scared of you." Confidence dripped form my lips as I spoke a half truth. Part of me felt tranquil when he was in my presence, but the other half was petrified. The fear of unknowing. I didn't know anything about him, yet he seemed to know quite a bit about me. My name, where I worked, and where I lived. For the last few weeks I had seen him in my job more than my regulars, and every time he was there he made me tend to his every want and need. Not that I necessarily minded it in hindsight. Not to mention he had been sneaking in and out of my room at night, stalking like a boy with a middle school crush. Maybe he was grooming me for slaughter.

"That's not what your heart is saying. Your blood is rushing through your veins..." he licked over his lips at the mere mention of blood, it looked as if he would nut on himself. "Your pulse is rapid and you're breathing is almost obnoxious to listen to. You're terrified, babygirl." He let out a dark chuckle.

I'm asthmatic, asshole.

"But you finally caught me. Usually I'm gone before you wake up." He revealed casually. As if him sneaking in and out of my room everyday couldn't classify as a class b misdemeanor.

"Which brings me to the question, why are you sneaking in my room anyway? Don't you have some white girls to snack on?" I try to bite down on my lip to conceal the inevitable chuckle that threatens to escape, but to no avail. "That was a good one, Z." I assured myself.

"It really wasn't that funny. And why are you always asking so many questions? It's about to become annoying."

"I think I deserve answers. You show up at my job just to talk to me everyday, you do that...shit where you fuck with my head. Now you're in my bedroom in the middle of the night...AGAIN!" my voice rose an octave, displaying my frustration with not knowing exactly what was going on. I couldn't hide the fact that I felt almost helpless in the situation. I had no leverage and most of all no control. He had it all.

"I'm not gonna tell you again that I don't owe you a damn thing. And I'm here because I wanted to ask you something." So this nigga thinks he's gonna ignore all of my questions and turn this around on me? Oh hell no.

"Why should I answer you when you can't even answer one of my questions. Overruled." He slowly dragged his tongue over his lips and he nodded, sitting down on the edge of my bed and looking over at me as his bright eyes peered at me through the darkness. "Alright, one question. You have one question that I'll answer truthfully, so make that shit count."