Chapter2
  She spun and laughed and her pale soft skin got wet and she didn’t stop. She just kept spinning. She couldn’t stop. Nor did she want to! Then suddenly she lost her footing and fell to the earth. Still laughing she lay there. Crack! A twig broke and she stopped. She sat up urgently surveying the dark trees in the centre of her garden. Her senses flared and her instincts flew up to 100%.
  “Hello?” she whispered.

  “Shit!” He mentally cursed himself! Why? Why did he move closer?“Nice one Mamkai! Why not just hand her over to the Reaper now!? ” He cursed himself again.  
  “Hello?” She squeaked so softly even Mamkai’s ears only barely picked it up. “Hello?” Her frightened eyes where like those of a rabbits caught in the headlights. Mamkai felt ashamed and sorry to be causing this beautiful girl so much trouble. He pushed away the branches of the tree and came forward slowly to the girl. She was frozen with fear and he stopped away from her. Placed his hand on his heart and bowed low,
  “I’m most sorry. I appear to have startled you. Are you hurt?” he said not raising his head or moving from his position.
  “n…n...no” she whispered again
  “Good. I am so sorry for my intrusion. I shall leave” Mamkai turned but did not raise his head till he back was to her he felt more than the rain on his face now he felt the icy tears he had not cried since he hand been changed.

  “Wait!” she cried. She did not know why but this man he intrigued her. A strange man hiding in the garden would scare most women. But for some reason she didn’t want to run he made her feel safe. And somehow she thought she knew him.
  ”W…Who. Who. Who are you?” she stammered. Softly still seated on the soft wet grass as if asking his name would help her remember where she’d seem him before. He didn’t reply but he didn’t leave either. “Who are you?” she said again a little stronger this time. There was along pause. All that was heard was the sound of the rain falling softy on the earth.
  “Mamkai, Mamkai Aristarkh” he said and he disappeared into the night.

  She stat there for a few moments just staring at the place where he had just vanished from. She didn’t know why but she felt a connection to him even though he had hardly spoken to her. And this was the first time that she could think of, that she had met him. Why? Why did he seem so familiar?  His long black hair that was so sleek and smooth falling to his waist. His pale skin so soft to look at, she longed to touch it. Too feel his hair running through her fingers and feel his perfect skin against hers. Suddenly she became aware of just hoe cold she was she was. She slowly got up her joints aching from the cold. She made her way inside always checking over her shoulder. Part of her hoping he would come back. Part of her hoping he wouldn’t.

  When she got in she took a shower all the time her mind thinking of the dark cloaked man she had just met. Who was he? Where did he come from? Why did he bow so low? Before she knew it she was in bed her mind still reeling. As she drifted of to sleep she could have sworn she saw him. She muttered his name softly to herself, smiled and heard him say her name as her eyes drifted closed. “Tirana Kyra”

  She was so tiered. But he loved to see her sleep. He sat by her side and as her eyes closed he couldn’t stop whispering her name. As her breathing settled he stroked her hair and leaned down to kiss her cheek. “Oh god! What am I doing here?” he thought. He’d just put her life at risk by revealing himself to her so why was he here now? He took one more look at Tirana. His eyes flicked up and down her sleeping body. He could imagine how he’d love to –  “NO” he thought! He jumped up and busied himself getting her uniform ready for the next day. She’d be late otherwise. Even he knew how unorganised this girl was. He chuckled to himself as he folded her clothes.
  He left quietly and swiftly still wondering, as he did every night, why he longed to see her? Why he seemed to think only of her, and yet he could not think of hurting her without shuddering?