Chapter two

Tammy's POV

"No, sir."

"You say you didn't notice anything suspicious about the patient's behavior last night?"

"No, sir," I repeat to the officer for the umpteenth time in an hour, starting to regret reporting the opened window of last night.

He sighs. "Ma'am, I know you must be tired from last night and you most likely want to get some rest, but I'll need you to be more cooperative if you want that to happen. Your two worded replies won't suffice."

He seems stuck on the opinion that I'm hiding something from him. Even if I am, it isn't something that would help him out.

Putting on the most innocent act I can muster, I tell him, "I promise I'm not keeping anything from you. I've told you all that there is to know.

He squints his eyes at me slightly, a disbelieving look playing on his face. "If you say so, ma'am," he replies and walks away. He glances over his shoulder at me, and I smile at him with a shrug.

I should have been sleeping at home by now. But since I was the only one around at the time the man died, and I'm also responsible for reporting everything, I've been bombarded with a lot of questions.

I couldn't even get some sleep even after the man's death. The gold eyed creature had been on my mind since then. The feeling I got when I set my eyes on him, or it, I'm unable to shake off. I didn't tell the police about that part. I want it to be our own secret - me and whatever creature it was.

I didn't even try to get a look at other parts of the creature, although I doubt I'd have identified anything, due to the darkness.

It might have been a werewolf, judging from the eyes. I've heard stories about werewolf sightings in this part of the city, but I didn't believe them. I still don't, I'm just considering the possibility.

"I'm a family member of the deceased," I hear a deep baritone voice say, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I turn to face the owner of the the voice. On looking at him, I feel the same feelings from yesterday, when my eyes was locked in a gaze with the Gold-eyed creature, begin to resurface. This time, the feeling is even stronger. My being is completely enthralled by the man in front of me. I feel attracted to the stranger in such a deep way that I can not pinpoint exactly where the attraction stems from.

One thing I'm sure of, is that whatever I'm feeling right now goes deeper than his incredible good looks.

Recognition flickers in my mind, but I am unable to recall where I know this man from. his hazel eyes and perfectly laid back dark brown hair, his chiseled features, the wide and muscular physique, including his brimwood scent, all spark familiarity in me - especially the eyes. when he looked at me, it felt like I have had those eyes staring at me before.

'where could I possibly know him from?'

I rack my brain, looking for a marker to where or when we must have met.

"I was told you were the nurse watching over him last night," the voice speaks up, bringing me back to the present, and away from my wondering thoughts.

A hand grazes my arm lightly and I feel a sensation course through me like I had been shocked by electricity, causing me to pull away instantly.

Wide eyed from the shock, I look up to see the strange man staring at me, his hand frozen mid air.

'why have I been feeling strange since he came around? first I feel like I know him, and now this?'

If he felt the same way I did when we came in contact, he doesn't show, as his expression remains stoic.

"You were the nurse watching over my brother last night," he states this time.

I shake my head, attempting to clear my thoughts, before answering. "Yes." my voice comes out softer than I'd like it to. I clear my throat and reply again, willing my voice not to embarrass me this time.

"Did he show any strange signs before he passed?" the stranger asks.

'why's he asking me this?' I wonder. He shouldn't even be permitted to be here right now.

"I'm sorry," I begin to say. "You can't ask me that. I've already told the police and my superior all that happened. So feel free to go ask them instead," I tell him and start walking away, without giving him a chance to speak to me or ask any more questions.

I have to get away from him immediately. I don't understand the way I feel around him. The attraction doesn't feel normal, and I feel like if I stay close to him any longer, I might lose control of myself. And I like being in control of myself.

Down the hallway, I see Mrs Roseline talking to an officer and I approach them.

"Ma'am, sir," I greet, interrupting their discussion, causing them to turn their attention to me. I direct my next words at the head nurse. "I'll be heading home now," I let her know, just in case they might need me for anything else. Hopefully they don't.

"Okay, dear. You've done a lot, thank you. I would not forget to put in a word for you," she responds, immediately turning back to her conversation.

I take that as a dismissal and slip away immediately. Finally I can go home and get my well deserved sleep.

My belongings already in hand, I head straight to the exit door, very eager to leave this place for the day.

Merrily, I walk away and to the parking lot, swinging my hips as I go.

Something strange hits me in my chest and I pause to catch a breath, hoping it would go away. I regret doing so as my eyes set on the handsome stranger, who I notice is walking towards me.

In a bid to avoid him and the strange feelings he stirs in me, I resume walking and hasten my steps to reach my car before he gets any closer.

My attempts at escaping are proven futile when a hand envelops mine on my door handle, just as I'm about to open the door.