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Caleb lingered around for a while making himself at home in my apartment.

I had retreated to my loft bedroom as it was the furthest away that I could get from him without actually leaving the apartment.

My phone buzzed none stuff as Aurora continued to blow up my phone with tens of text messages. I wanted to call her but I couldn't as Caleb was still noising around my place.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror on the the wall. I was sat crossed legged, Bastet was curled up in a ball on my pillow. My phone flashed again, no doubt another message from Aurora. I groaned flopping backwards on the bed, my hair sprawled out across the covers.

Another buzz lite up my phone and I huffed grabbing the phone rubbing me eyes tired from staring at the no stop lines of my textbook.

Once my eyes focused I looked to see Caleb Pierce flash on my Lock Screen. My heart skipped at his name and I cringed at me slight thrilled emotion. I had to admit he was attractive but since the moment I laid eyes on him he's been nothing but mysterious and daunting.

I slowly slide the message over to read it.

I'm leaving to run an errand I'll be back in a few hours. Stay here. If you have to leave let me know. He texted me. A wash of relief came over me knowing that he wouldn't be sitting in my living room any longer. Although I was more than happy to see him leave I was aggravated that he was trying to tell me what to do.

Okay. I replied dropping the phone on my bed next to Bastet. I peered over the railing of the staircase seeing him stand up and turn off the tv. He left just as he said he would locking the door behind him. I cursed at myself realizing that he took the spare key along with him.

I waited a few minutes until I knew it was safe to get up and step down stairs. Steering clear of him was my whole goal as I holed myself up in the loft bedroom.

Knowing he wasn't going to return soon I made my way down stairs Bastet was hot on my heels as I got to the living room.

He had cleaned up after himself the dishes he used freshly cleaned and hanging to dry on the drying rack. The man had... manners... I was stunned.

The sun was lowering in the sky as I watched the shadows of the taller building cast long shadows around the concrete jungle of Los Angeles. I had missed the concrete buildings I called home.

"This is crazy." I told myself putting the dishes he used away. I stared absent mindless at the spotless fish in my hand. How could he be so dominating yet so respectful it was astounding none the less.

I curled up on the sofa once I put the dishes away putting on Vampire Diaries but this time as I watched I realized how real this work was. I was living the real life addiction to this show. I rolled my eyes as the notion that werewolves could only turn on a full moon. Oh, how wrong they are I said to myself.

Eating a cup a soup I was curled up on the sofa with a fluffy blanket snug against my body. Bastet was on her cat tower looking out at the busy street below from the window in the apartment.

"What are you looking at?" I asked her getting up. She chirped at me happy that I was talking to her. She was perched on the highest level of the tower, her paws were pressed up on the window. "You're so pretty how could I not love you." I told her in a higher pitched voice petting her head as she walked to head butt my nose. I kissed her forehead grabbing her and putting her on my shoulders again going back to the sofa to lay down.

I must have fallen asleep soon after I laid down finally feeling the weight of the sleep was deprived of over the past couple days. I had been sneaking cat naps when I could but the naps were only prolonging the deep slumber it was craving.

Just like that I dropped into a blissful abyss of serene sleep. All I felt was Bastet curling up in the crook of my lap as I laid side ways basking in the peacefulness that was sleep.

I felt the cat jump at a distant sound. My eyes were heavy and my body felt like I had ran a marathon. Completely useless to get up I listened through shut eyes at the noises that I heard. It was someone outside the apartment.

My eyes snapped open panicked as the noise of the keys jingled against the wood of the door and handle. Thoughts of Roy flooded my head as I tried to plan my next course of action.

I wrapped the blanket around myself as I scurried over to the knife stand on the counter. Tucking the knife into the blanket I concealed my weapon as I backed away from the door, anticipation building with every second.

"For fucks sake!" A male voice exclaimed once they finally pushed the door open with annoyance.

I watched as there fingers peeked around the door to push it open. I didn't hesitate as I lunged at the intruder at the door. The blanket fell to the ground as I let out a whale and swung my arm out to stab the man that was walking in. All I could think about was how Roy had come over last time in a fit of rage nearly killing me. I wasn't about to get caught slipping again.

I felt the pressure of the knife enter the body of my victim feeling dread as I simultaneously registered the male at the door.

A wave of nausea struck my body leaving me stuck in a puddle of my own misery. The man I had just stabbed was none other than Caleb Pierce.

Frozen still at what I had just done my eyes were wide with disbelief. My hand still remained on the knife that was deeply lodged in his side.

Caleb slammed the door shut making the whole wall rattle with the force. He was beyond furious as I stared up at his eyes that were now just dark whirlpools of shadowy darkness. I gulped at the situation I had just gotten myself into.

He reached gradually lowered his hand to rest on my own that still held a death grip on the knife. He winced as he tightened his hold on my wrist pulling it out of his body.

The crimson blood coated the metal of the blade and my stomach grew uneasy at the sight. I had really just stabbed him. Seeing the blood made it dawn on me how very bad I had gotten myself into trouble.

He backed me up until I was pressed against the island of the kitchen. The cool counter top touched the bare skin that peeked beneath my tank top. A shiver traveled down my back distracting me as Caleb's tight grip on my wrist tightened making me drop the knife to the floor. The clinking of the metal echoed through the quiet apartment.

Caleb still held my wrist his eyes were narrowed as he glared daggers into my own.

I couldn't find the words or the courage to apologize. I was so terrified and consumed with the idea that Roy would show up to finish his work that I blindly stabbed Caleb. If he wasn't going to kill me before he had definite reason to now.

"Care to explain?" He seethed through clenched teeth.

His once gray hoodie was now drenched with red blood ruining the material. I swallowed hard trying to understand how he was so easily talking and standing. He should be on his side on the verge of passing out, but he wasn't. He was acting as though the stabbing was a minor scratch.

I tried to answer him but all that came out was a voiceless gulp.

"Why would you try and stab me?" He asked hoping I would answer this question. I did not. All I could do was wiggle my wrist out of his grasp but I had made matters worse for myself as Caleb pushed me harder against the counter. He wasn't done interrogating me.

"I-I th-thought.." My voice trailed off as I tried desperately not to start crying. I had cried enough the past few days and the tear have done nothing to help.

"You thought what Evelyn? That I was coming back to kill you?" He sounded hurt at the possibility that I assumed he was on a mission to kill me. As much as I should have thought, honestly I hadn't. I was slowly beginning to believe that his intentions with me weren't harmful but after just stabbing him I may have just reversed that. But I wasn't scared that he came in my home it was the fact that I truly believed that Roy had managed to pick the lock. I was acting off of instinct and irrational fear or was it rational fear.

I dropped my eyes from his, feeling nothing but embarrassment from my actions.

Caleb must have noticed as he took a step back giving me space to breath. He looked down at the knife picking it up and looking at the bright red liquid that coated the blade.

I stared at him trailing my eyes to the ripped fabric of his sweatshirt. There was a gabbing hole it it were the knife tore through. A red splotch had spread from the the entrance to the arm pit of the sweat shirt to the bottom hem. He lost a lot of blood, how was he not in pain?

Caleb caught my eye after a moment of silence finally speaking again. His voice this time was rather calm compared to his aggressive and stern voice from earlier.

"You didn't think it was me coming in through that door did you?" He wondered, staring down at me as I shook my head to reply. My head remained down and my eyes focused on the floor. "Who are you so afraid of that you had to grab a knife?"

I breathed heavy not wanting the interrogation to continue any longer. I went to move away from him but he grabbed my upper arm pulling me towards him. Our chests were mere inches apart. The pounding of my heart was so loud I was sure he could hear its hasty thuds. My eyes still remained glued to the floor unable to bring myself to look into those bright blue eyes.

"Look at me and tell me who you're so afraid of." He demanded again causing my breath to catch in my throat. His eyes looked concerned as he searched my face for an answer he knew I wouldn't give.

Tears of frustration were building inside as I wanted nothing more then to hide away in the bedroom away from him. I wanted him far, far away from me where I didn't have to see him anymore. He has caused nothing but trouble and fear and above all he was obsessed with me. I went from having one stalker to two in a matter of days. I must be popping, I joked to myself, trying to find humor to break the ongoing stress.

A tear trailed down my cheek as the overwhelming thoughts skyrocketed in my head flooding me with notions of just ending it all. I warned myself how that went last time, it was a terrible decision.

"It's n-none of your concern." I stuttered fighting so hard to control my wavering thoughts.

I swiftly wiped my tears away tucking my loss hair behind my ears. I finally built up the courage to look up at him. His blue eyes weren't bright like they usually were. They were dark and stormy the once bright blue that they were, were now a deep and gray blue. They were captivating as I watched them change in and out of dark blue and charcoal black.

I was completely afraid but at the same time unsettlingly entranced by his presence. The more he was around me the more I felt drawn with an unknown need to know him. My logical mind screamed at me for the stupid thought to get anymore closer to him than we already were. For goodness sakes he had the key to my apartment already and we only just meet three nights ago.

"You're bleeding." I sniffled turning around to grab a wash cloth from one of the draws.

I cautiously walked up to him raising his sweat shirt to reveal the wound. There was blood everywhere on the inside of his shirt and sweat shirt. Caleb suddenly removed his sweatshirt, revealing his defined abs and pecks, making it easier for me to clean up the blood.

He was staring so intently and it was unnerving.

Dabbing the wash cloth over the wound I watched as a small bit of the ends of the wound were reconnecting already. Stunned I withdrew the washcloth to see better. I thought my eyes were deceiving me.

"It's normal." Caleb said noticing my perplexed face as I watched the wound heal itself so quickly. "We heal a lot faster than humans. It'll be gone by tomorrow."

I simply nodded dabbing the last of the blood from his skin. Looking at the washcloth it was completely red with blood I wringed it out in the sink making the basin tint with red.

"You need a new shirt." I told him hanging the cloth over the sink divider. My eyes briefly looked over at him as he still held that stone cold stare that made the pit of my stomach turn and my heart race with nerves and a hint of indulgence.

"I'll go grab a new one from the car." He said balling up the torn clothes and tossing them in the trash.

I bit my lip feeling a little bad about the torn clothes. How could I have been so rash and grab a knife? You aren't a killer Evelyn! What the hell is wrong with you? As this man really gone to your head already?

I must have been lost in my own thoughts a loud voice brought me back to reality.

"Who the fuck are you?" I heard Taylor's voice from the hallway.

Looking up I noticed that Caleb was leaving to head to the car to get a change of clothes. What I wasn't expecting was Taylor standing in the hallway glaring daggers at a shirtless Caleb. This looked terrible and I cringed as I knew Taylor was about to put me on blast.

"I was about to ask you the same question." Caleb retorted finding Taylor brazen behavior irritating.

Taylor looked over Caleb's shoulder to me. My eyes nearly fell out of my head as a million things danced around in my head.

"You have some explaining to do." She growled. Wait she really growled... she actually growled.... just like Caleb.

Just when I thought things couldn't possibly get any more complicated.