1- Solaris

I'm dreaming. It's a nice dream with the clouds like cotton candy and the trees made of mint. It's perfect. I like what my mind creates in my consciousness but I can feel something is about to ruin it for me. Or someone anyway.

The blanket on my body is suddenly ripped off and I hiss, trying to reach out for it again but I can't find it. So I sit up briefly, letting my eyes scan around my room for where it flew to before they fall on the male that's standing at the entrance of my room door wearing an apron, while he mixes something in a bowl.

I squint. Why is he wearing the one that has a naked female's body on it?

"I apologize for awakening you but you—"

I don't let him finish the rest of his words. I plop back on my bed and curl on my pillow, nuzzling into it nicely. This world doesn't smell like cake and unicorn fart there's no reason for me to stay any longer.

But he is mean, so he refuses to return back to it again and snatches my pillow. I almost burst into tears as I try reaching out for something soft, anything and when I can't find what I want, sit back up.

My hair is all over my face so I blow it away and try to force my eyes open as wife as I can so I can shoot him a stern look but I doubt I look serious because my voice comes out in a drawl. "Awl buh you."

"You'll bite me?" I definitely didn't sound threatening enough because I hear the amusement in his voice when he asks that. "Charming. You have school and you can't miss it. So clean up and come have breakfast."

"No." I say. I'm beginning to feel a lot less sleepy and I don't like it. Why is he trying to make me sober forcefully? I don't take drugs to feel nice so I sleep and now he won't let me do that even. Maybe he's grumpy and he needs sleep too. "Come sleep with me."

I know it's the wrong thing to say immediately when he raises an eyebrow in surprise but I quickly shake my head, patting the side of my bed as I point at him. "You," Then me. "I. Sleep. Good."

At that, I hear him sigh and in a flash, he's out of my room and back then before I can blink, I'm carried out of my bed and I'm in the kitchen, sitting beside it's island while he's back at the stove.

The stool underneath my butt doesn't feel as nice as my bed so I try to crawl out of it but even though he's not looking at me, he says while sprinkling something into the pot, "Do not push me or I will set fire to your bed."

It's as if I'm being electrocuted awake as I gasp and stare at him, my hand on my chest. My heart is racing fast at the threat and I'm suddenly filled with a burning need to put a stake through his heart. He, of course, tilts his head slightly then turns around to me, asking with a lost expression. "So now, you are angry?"

I say nothing. I am positively seething as I stare at him, wondering of how I can pull him off killing him and return to my bed who has never betrayed me before I feel something soft brush against my leg below me.

I look down and watch as a black cat sits at my feet. It's coat is spotless, and it's fur puffy. Green eyes look back up at me as it meows, asking for attention, and I give it. Gently, I pick it from the ground and place it on my head.

My hair is full and curly so it balances there happily,purring as it rests. It's tail swings over my face like a pendulum and immediately, all the anger is pulled out of me as I wish to sleep again.

"Calisa likes you." I hear the surprise in his voice at the statement. I want to tell him that she probably likes me because I'm letting her sleep on me and he won't, because he's mean but I don't. I keep my focus on her tail. It's so soft and curly. It's making me hungry too. "This is rare. She refuses to let anyone touch her."

I take my hands to my hair and pull her off it so I can look at her. She stretches first, doing so with a small yawn before her eyes look back at me. We share a small look of understanding as we both come to a conclusion.

We do not like him.

A scent fills my nose and I let Calisa rest on my thighs which she curls into while I watch him slide a bowl towards me. I bend towards it to sniff it, the sleep fog in my head immediately clearing away as I register it's ingredients.

"It's Minestrone soup. I am not sure if it would taste... Perfect and I apologize for that. I have never had a reason to cook a human dish for a millennium and—" I hear him pause. "You are already eating it."

I pause midway, my mouth stuffed fully I cannot dare say another word. He is looking at me now with a hint of humour all over his features. I keep my eyes on him as I chew, a crunching sound filling the kitchen as I do so before I swallow. He smiles at me now, "How is it? Good?"

I nod, because it is true. I feel the flavours burst inside my mouth like an ever flowing fountain and I'm in flavour heaven. Plus, I know complimenting people always had them continuing what they got complimented for in the beginning. Which is good. He shouldn't stop.

I am beginning to like him again.

He reaches out and pats my head. "Enjoy then."

My face instantly makes one of displeasure at his action but I say nothing of it because my mood is good again when I resume eating. He stays there watching as I do so, not blinking for a second until I am done and he turns away to get me a glass of water which he slides to me.

I catch the glass and drink from it, noticing how he's watching my every move. I can't help how I can feel all the hairs on my body stand at it, because instinctively, I can tell he's watching me like a predator watches its prey. Fattening me up so he's eventual reward when he devours me is large.

"You are thinking again." He says as I set the glass back down. I watch as he picks it and the bowl then towards the sink. "And I know it is something silly because of the distrust in your eyes. Haven't you realized that if I wished you dead, you would already be?"

I know what this is. Reverse psychology. He's trying to make himself look good by playing on my thoughts. I don't like it. I'd rather he feeds me than mess with my head. There's not a lot that goes in it but I enjoy how empty it is, thank you.

"Perhaps," He turns and rests on the counter, folding his hands. Since I'm fully awake now, I'm staring at him again. He's slimmer than I originally thought but muscular in the sense that he looks naturally perfect with everything. He has his hair packed but because it is not too long, some of the ones in front get out of its entrapment and dance over his red eyes. "Are you just in shock of your other family members death?"

I frown there. I had actually forgotten that. They were all dead. I try to weigh my pros and cons now, figuring out my chances before I speak, finally able to make myself sound serious. "So I don't have to go to school then?"

He stares, surprised at my words before he says, "Unfortunately, no. You have to because they aren't supposed to be dead, and even if they should be dead, you aren't."

"Then kill me."

"No." He answers this with a finality that makes me frown more. He acts like he doesn't notice it as he continues, "We made a deal, Solaris Mont. You do all the things that you wish— Do not mention how you wish to die, while I watch you do so which you must keep to."

"No, I don't." I say because I know there's nothing he can do to force me to do as he wishes. My entire family is dead. We were never close to any of my relatives, and I don't have any friends.

He stares at me and his red eyes glimmer. We both enter into a staring competition for the next thirty minutes before he sighs and says, "Alright. What if I fly you to Italy tonight and let you do whatever you wish?" Then he adds, "Eat whatever you want."

I blink. I lose the game of staring but I don't care. As much as a part of me isn't quite happy with how he knows what to bribe me with, the idea of more food is in my head and I nod happily, giving him a small salute. "Done."

I regret this, of course, two hours later.