Dark Longing

Selena Abbott discovers that she isn't what she thought she was and neither was her mother.
Plunged into a dark world will Selena be able to resist the darkness or will she give in to the dark longing?


6. Chapter Six: Hayden

I didn’t know where to start.

“Are your eyes real?” It wasn’t the most important question but I wanted to know.

Tilting his head, Hayden’s hair flopped over his eyes. “Yes, they are. Are yours?”

“Of course they are.” My eyebrows slanted in annoyance.

“Is that all you want to ask?” Resting my phone on his bottom lip, Hayden’s violet eyes dared me to try and snatch the mobile away.

I didn’t. Instead, I asked, “Why did you want to meet?”

“I would like to get to know you,” replied Hayden, glancing up at the waitress who had returned with our food and drink.

Thanking the waitress, who smiled warmly at Hayden, I waited until she had gone before saying, “Why?” I was slightly horrified that Hayden had taken such an interest in me, but part of me was delighted, which was very, very worrying. Maybe it was because no guys had paid me the slightest attention before.

Swallowing a bite of his Panini, he said, “I don’t think you’re ready to know that.”

I pushed my plate away and crossed my arms. “You said you would answer my questions.”

“No.” Hayden smirked. “I said that I might.”

My phone was lying on the table beside his hand. Could I grab it and run away?

Hayden seemed to know what I was thinking because he said, “I wouldn’t recommend it.” He took another bite of his Panini, his eyes fixed on me.

My mouth was dry so I sipped at my orange juice. “Were you the lynx at my window on the night of the full moon?”

“You saw a lynx?” asked Hayden in surprise. When I nodded, he added, “What happened?”

“Nothing, it was sat outside my window and just stared at me with its purple eyes.”

Hayden didn’t say a word but he looked uncomfortable.

Deciding to go on the attack, I said, “How many people have you murdered? What did you do to those women?”

His expression darkening, Hayden drained his beer. “Why don’t we talk about you?” he asked, turning the tables. “Why did you come here knowing that I’ve killed people? Surely it has crossed your mind that you could be next?”

Digging my nails into my legs, I glared at Hayden. He was the one in the wrong, not me. “Screw you,” I hissed. Stretching my arm across the table I wrapped a hand around my mobile.

Quick as a flash, Hayden yanked me forwards so that our noses were touching. Gripping me tightly, he said, “Be careful, Selena. You might find yourself needing my help sooner or later.”

I struggled to break free. “I will never need your help. Now let go of me.”

For a moment it didn’t look like Hayden would release me but he did. Shoving my phone into my pocket I scooped up my jacket and ran for it.



“Sel, can I come in?”

I was surprised to hear Ash’s voice and quickly tidied away my dirty washing, which I had thrown into a messy heap on the carpet. Running a hand through my hair in an attempt to flatten it, I opened the door.

“Ash, what are you doing here?” I asked, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach.

Stepping inside, Ash walked over to my bed which he dropped down onto. He patted the space beside him, saying, “Lisa called me earlier. She said that you had a nightmare about your mum last night.”

Joining Ash on the bed, I nodded and stared at my hands, annoyed that Lisa had talked to Ash about me.

“I shouldn’t have taken you to the forest, I’m sorry.” His blue eyes were anxious.

“It’s not your fault,” I said quietly. “Why are you here? I thought you had a date with Marie.” The thought of the two of them together made my stomach churn.

Smiling, Ash replied, “I wanted to check you’re okay. Anyway, I’m seeing her later.” He paused for a moment before asking, “How are you after seeing that man again? There was an article about the woman in today’s paper. She’s in the hospital.”

“I’m okay. Have the police got any leads?” I didn’t know if I should tell the police about my meeting with Hayden. Surely I had to in case he hurt anymore women? Feeling guilty I clenched my hands into fists.


Blinking, I said, “Sorry?”

“I asked if you wanted to watch some TV.”

“Oh, sure,” I replied.

Standing up, I switched my television on before returning to the bed. Resting my head on the wall, I focused on the comedy show that had just started. Ash’s arm brushed mine as he leaned back, making my pulse race.

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