Killian:
It felt awkward.
It was just breakfast but it felt damn too awkward.
I love what happened last night. Actually, I want more. But when I saw Yzabelle’s misty eyes, I didn't know what to say back then. I could tell she was near to breaking down.
I want to say sorry but, what am I sorry for? We only apologize for something we didn’t like to happen. And I like what happened last night.
Ugh! It's hard that I could not read her mind. I should have known what she was thinking back then.
She probably hates me for kissing her.
No, it's more than just a kiss. If she didn’t push me so hard, I might have taken her then and there. The intense feeling almost made me lose control.
“Do you have a class today?” I finally opened a topic.
“Yeah,” she answered shortly.
I don’t like her answer to be this short. I want the confident Yzabelle who used to talk back to me.
I took a deep breath and released it loudly.
“What happened last night, it’s—”
“What happened last night?” She cut me off. “Nothing happened last night.”
“Huh? I mean the thing on the balcony.” I tried to catch her eyes.
But she tried her best to avoid my gaze. “I don’t know what you are talking about. I was sound asleep last night,” she dismissed the topic.
I was struck dumb. It was clear as saying: You should forget about it because I already forgot it.
Hah!
She easily forgot it as if it was just nothing?
I feel insulted.
Extremely insulted.
No one had ever made me feel this way.
No female had ever asked me to forget how I kissed and touched them.
And Yzabelle, asking me like this, made me want to grab her and tossed her to bed, and give her the best performance I could, so she would never dare to forget it at all.
But I held myself in. I clenched my jaw in… in anger, in frustration. I don’t know.
Holding back myself from kissing her and more was already hard, and yet, he dared to insult the way I kissed her? How am I supposed to hold myself in a situation like this?
“Really? You don’t remember?” I stubbornly asked. “But I could still clearly remember—”
She stood up, ready to live.
“I need to go. When I came back, I wanted you out. Maybe a day is enough for you to figure things out,”
After saying that, she left.
She left me alone in his quiet house.
I didn’t want her house if she wasn’t here. So, I decided to follow her discreetly.
Entering her school was easy. I just compelled those who were blocking my way.
What’s not easy is the fact that I don’t know what I should do here while she is taking her class.
I decided to leave the school. Outside the main entrance of Brockton University, there’s this street with scattered small restaurants. They seem to serve breakfast and lunch. Most of the students stayed there during their free time. There were also student dormitories. I remembered I was there yesterday when I came here in the future.
I decided to take one of the available outside dining tables. Yzabelle already gave me an ultimatum and I need to have a place to go or she will be mad again.
Damn!
I should not be worried that she was mad at me. I will kill her anyway.
But hell, I was worried that I might anger her when she came home and I wasn’t able to leave her house.
“Should I compel her neighbor to leave the unit so I can take it?”
“There’s a better deal than that, Master,” I heard a voice ringing beside me.
And yes, there was a middle aged man standing beside me. He was smiling at me, I didn’t know what to say.
I could not sense a Lycan blood in him so, there was no way I knew him.
“Master Killian, let’s go,” he politely said.
That confused me.
He knew me!
Why?
How?
“Who are you?” I asked in confusion.
“I’m your butler, Butler Creek. You told me last night to come here, and pick you up today. Where did you go last night, Master? And where was your car?”
Butler Creek looks around the place. He seemed to be searching for something.
My mind was running wild. I don’t understand what is going on.
“I talked to you last night?” I asked.
He nodded at me. The butler looks confused. I am confused.
How was I able to say that to him when I was at Yzabelle’s place last night?
Or was it my future self?
He was just nearby! Oh shit!
I was about to panic when the butler spoke again.
“Oh, I almost forgot. Here,” he handed me a piece of paper folded into four. “You told me that if I found you confused, I should hand this to you, first.”
I opened the note and it said:
‘I know you will come. So, I already prepared everything for you. Come with Butler Creek. He’ll take care of your needs. I’ll be away so we won't run into each other.’ –Your Future Self.'
I folded back the note after reading it.
So, Future Killian already prepared everything for my arrival, huh? Does this mean he and Yzabelle hadn’t met at this time? I was the one who met Yzabelle.
Well, that’s good. They don’t need to meet since I am going to kill our assassin.
“Let’s get inside the car and talk there, Master,” Butler Creek caught my attention once again.
I followed him to the Lamborghini, parked nearby. A lot of students were in awe whenever they passed by the car. But I don’t care at all. If they only knew, my ability to travel fast was way better than this luxury car.
“Where did you stay last night, Master? And where’s your car?” Butler Creek kept on asking.
I don’t know where my future self went.
And I could not afford to run into him or both of us would be dead. I was here to save my life in the future, and seeing him is suicide.
But then, how should I answer the butler's question? Should I just compel him to shut up?
“Uhm, Forks Town,” I suddenly answered. That’s probably the best answer.