*in a memory of Christina :'(*

"Hello dear, how have you been?" Ellen smiled at me, walking past my stiff figure, she started to take out stuff from shopping bag. I wasn't able to get over the shock, let alone move.

"Oh jeez, are you okay? You are so pale," She exclaimed all of the sudden, when she finally noticed what is going on with me. She pushed me towards the chair by the table, forcing me to sit down and handed me the glass of cool water, making me drink it all at once.

Don't tell her you just touched a ghost. This is what I was repeating to myself in my head. I bit down on my lip, to stop myself from screaming. I could be just glad that Damon is this swift. Darn! What would have happened if Ellen saw him? Would have she seen him? I shook my head to get rid of the image.

"I'm okay now. I got a bit dizzy, when I got up from the floor. I spilled some juice before, so I was wiping it off," I assured my aunt not to worry about me. It looked like my lie was credible enough, because Ellen relaxed.

"Alright then. I need your help today with tidying up the house, if it's okay. What about the school?" she started with her usual list of questions, which thankfully took of my mind off what happened while ago, at least for a bit. I wanted to be alone, I still felt like I will explode, if I will not get time to think it through. Ellen eventually let me go.

"Come in a bit, I will give you the hoover," Ellen shouted at me from downstairs while I hid myself in my room, leaning against the closed door. Ah...I can't do this anymore. My nerves are in seriously bad state, even more after all the situations I've been in. One human can't bare this all.

What was it? It is not possible, he is supposed to be a ghost and so far, his hand materialized under my touch. Is this normal? Well who am I to judge what is normal and what is not, right?

Then I came to realisation. When I saw him for the first time and passed out right after, I found myself in my bed, without the knowledge of how I ended up there. He must have carried me there. There is no other explanation than this. He could lift me up on his arms... then of course he could hold my hand. The decision I made, to keep safe distance between us, was crushed. He will want to try it again. Oh no!

"You probably already know what has happened downstairs," someone spoke right next to me, which made me jerk away.

"Damnit, don't do this to me, unless you want me to die young," I yelled at him. I calmed down, when I realized Ellen can hear me. I made few steps back away from him, "And no, I don't know what happened down there! I'm new into this ghost stuff," I added, my voice sounding very unstable now. Once again, I was gawking at him, while he kept his calm façade on. Strangely enough he didn't look like anything extraordinary had happened between us.

"You have to understand, that I tried to touch countless people and my hand always went through their flesh," he murmured. Oh, perfect. So, I am abnormal even for ghost like him. His face finally broke into new expression, when his eyes narrowed at me and he examined my figure from head to toe, like I was Eight Wonder of the World.

"I have no clue what happened down there, I mean I know, but... and I know one thing for sure, that I'm not doing it again!" I warned him with firm voice, which was something I shouldn't have done. He looked for a while like he doesn't know what I'm pointing at, then he realized and gave me a frown, with little smirk along with it. The chill ran down my spine.

"How did I appear in my bed back then, when I fainted?" I had to ask him, knowing the answer in advance, but I needed him to confirm. He was blinking at me rapidly then he stopped, while I guessed he figured it out. He opened his mouth, forming big 'O', which wiped off the remarkable expression he managed to form a minute ago.

"I did," He let out breathlessly. He probably didn't think about it until now. He raised his hands, looking at them, then his eyes landed on my own hands, which were trembling.

"Forget it!" I growled.

"Please, I need to be sure. I need to satisfy the curiosity, are you not curious?" He made is sound so nice and logical, forcing my heart race fast. He played on the right string in me. His low tone of voice just added the oil to the fire. The most important organ in my body, decided to do whatever the heck it wants. With big dosage of self – denial, I shook my head in negation.

"Chelsea! Here is the hoover," I heard Ellen's shout. I looked at the door, Damon was strategically standing there, obstructing the way out. He folded arms on his chest and endowed me with devious grin. Aghh, how can be one ghost so obnoxious. Just go through him... but what if he materializes, I will bump into him and end up on my bum on the floor. Is it worth of the risk?

I was encouraging myself, then I remembered there is one more entrance to my room. I couldn't resist and gave him clever smile, turning around. In the end it seemed like I'm not that clever as I thought I am. Of course, he knew that there is more than one door to my room. He lived here or hundreds of years. He popped right before those, before I could even make one step. Get it together girl!

"Chelsea, you okay?" I heard Ellen again.

"I'm coming!" I answered while trying to kill him with my sight. "I've gotta go," I hissed, but his face told me all about how unyielding he was.

"I beg of you," he asked calmly. I sighed.

"OKAY! I need to hoover, then you can do whatever you want with me," I muttered rashly.

I didn't miss how his eyes widened, but he stepped aside, so I could walk pass him. I remembered what I just agreed to. I rolled eyes over myself, because I just gave him my consent to kill me if he wanted to. All furiously I took the hoover from downstairs and began with tidying up. I was trying to stretch it out as long as possible, but there was no way of escaping him. I must have developed some kind of inside alarm, because I already knew he is in the room, before I could even see him. I switched off the hoover and turned around to face him.

"It's been always fascinating to see the technology develop. If you could see how servants in my times were obligated to do the maid labour...," He shared with me casually.

I rolled my eyes. Isn't everything fascinating to him? I was glad he was speaking in acceptable way to me. Ellen was now downstairs, watching TV. She was trying to convince me to join her, but I had a promise to full fill. The thing was, my mood was now below zero and the thought of getting myself tangled into this matter with ghost was making me annoyed. I sat on the comfortable chair near fireplace, while he walked slowly towards me.

"I'm certain you have many questions. Ask me, please. I'm sure you haven't met a lot of ghosts," He was more likely trying to distract me. Of course, I had millions of questions, but this wasn't the time to ask.

"Not now. Let's get it over with," I murmured. He nodded as he took me by surprise when he kneeled in front of me. This situation was really testing my patience, but once I lifted my gaze to meet his, I automatically stopped thinking. It seemed like he is finally looking at me properly. Not like before, without any interest. His eyes dropped on my hands, which were nervously clutching one another. I freed one and opened it for him, he wasn't waiting for anything and grabbed it.

As soon as his skin touched mine, I knew that same thing that occurred before, will happen now as well. His palm wasn't freezing cold anymore, but it was slowly becoming nice and warm in my hand. I looked at our intertwined fingers, to see that his was already the same colour as mine. I gasped for the air. We were both thinking the same way, as he began to roll sleeve of his shirt up with his free hand, which was what I was about to do, if he wasn't faster.

Our curiosity was satisfied as the materialization continued up on his arm. His whole arm was now human – like. It was like, due to to my touch, the magic was spreading through his body, gradually as we kept on holding hands. I was staring on the miracle happening right in front of my eyes. Without thinking, I raised my other hand and with tips of my fingers I stroked his cheek. It tingled for a short while, my arm vibrating. But it felt normal, like I was touching person who lives and breathes. I opened mouth in awe, because I managed to do the same magic trick that I did with his arm. I was only capable of gazing at the handsome man kneeling before me, while I was doing my magic, or whatever that was.

"That's not possible," he whispered dumbfounded. Our eyes met. The rest of my remaining breath, which I was saving to survive this rendezvous, was taken away, by simple look into his bright sky-blue eyes. I couldn't recognize the color before, as he was still pale and translucent. They looked dark, when I thought about it now. But how mistaken I was. How beautiful colour it is, standing out more thanks to the jet-black eyelashes, framing his eyes. I couldn't stop myself from staring into them.

"Such a blue eyes," I let out without a single straight thought left in my head. I forced myself to drop my sight from his sky like eyes, examining his facial features. He was freaking handsome! There was no flaw in his face. High cheekbones, chiselled jaw line, perfect straight nose, pink full lips. He wasn't ghost anymore, the guy before me was beautiful piece of human, dressed in weird clothes.

"If that was flattery, then I thank you," he replied to my stupid note, about his stupid eyes. Stop staring at him like you are hypnotized! I yelled at myself, in my mind.

"How... how is this happening? Why with me?" I asked impulsively, even thought I knew in advance, he knows as much as I do. Which was nothing.

"I have no idea, but I'd like to know that too," He said, lost in his own thoughts. We stayed in the same position. I tried to remove my hand from his face, establishing that when I do that, his skin goes back to its original colour. I quickly put my hand back on the same place, undoing the damage I've made. My touch didn't have longer lasting effects and we realized that fast. I couldn't breathe once again, when he gave me the sad smile.

"Unfortunately, we won't be able to stay here like this forever," he breathed out quietly. I tensed, as I felt his breath on my face. The fact I can feel it unsettled me. How can that be true? I felt it once before, I realized. It was cold, and I thought it is only my imagination. But as it seems now... it isn't. There was thrilling chill coming down my spine.

Darn it! My attention was drawn to his magnificent face again. He looked way too alive right now. I had to repeat over and over in my head, that he is dead, dead for very, exceedingly long time. No matter what this weird stuff between me and him is, he is dead, and I am alive...

Then I noticed he was still smiling at me. He looked damn good with smile on his lips. Oh, there is something wrong with me really. His grin had enormous impact on me and that meant I was becoming a mess. Even more when my gaze dropped on his lips. When I went back to meet his gaze, the smile magically disappeared, and he was staring at me with straight expression in his face. He suddenly got on his feet, out of my reach, like I had leprosy. I was looking at him, in surprise. What is his problem? Can he read my mind or what? He was standing there for a while in his ghostly glory again and then he just vanished. Not saying a word. Rude! I was having a major anxiety attack, thanks to him and he dares to just ... puff?

Mad, I leaned back in my chair and after a mere second, fell asleep.

I woke up next morning, very late. Thankfully, it was Saturday. This time I wasn't transferred into my bed, so every muscle in my body ached, due to an uncomfortable position I slept at. The pattern of padding was printed on my cheek. What a sight of me. I looked terrible with messy hair and I felt so tired despite I slept more hours than usually.

When I arrived downstairs, no one was there.

"Ellen?" I tried, but the response to my call was just silence. After I checked in the kitchen, Ellen left me a note, that she went shopping.

It seemed like Damon is in hiding mode, even though I had no idea why is it this way. Either way it had an advantage, and that I can rest now. I needed a break from the insanity, which suddenly turned my life upside down, since I came here and that is even not so long ago. In the sitting room I laid down on the chaise lounge, watching the TV. My favourite music channel and the moment good songs came up, I pulled through my weariness and jumped up, starting to move along with tempo of music. It helped me forget about everything, while exercising my stiffened body. My mind was empty, nothing about moving to a new home, no new friends, new aunt, not even my personal ghost. I enjoyed myself. When I started to sing, that meant something, as I was absolutely useless at singing.

I was running all around the room like an idiot, when I saw footstool before me, I decided that I'm going to elegantly jump across it. Unfortunately, I didn't count with my own clumsiness, when the tip of my foot got stuck on the edge of stool and I realised this is no going to end well.

But it did. Before I could make closer encounter with the surface of the floor, I was caught in the air.

A/N

Heya Amigos!

Hope everyone is doing fine and getting ready for the proper summer (I'm still waiting for one, as the weather in England is just rubbish) not complaining though
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And finally new chapter along with closer (literally) look on Damon facial features hah... And yeah you all guessed right... He's damn hot! Even in his "Ghostly Glory" but even (after magical touch ala Chelsea) as human hihi!

Hope it is getting more interesting... More and more is coming, so prepare your hearts... Cuz I will make them melt and stop, ans other unfair stuff😀

Anyways.. See ya next time folks
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