The Warlock Down The Street - Part 2

"Hh..hh...how do..do...you..How do you know my nameeee?", I asked. My voice trembled.

It was amazing how my lips were able to let out the words, especially when all the other parts of my body was frozen. My eyes were transfixed on the guy standing 10 feet away. I must admit, he WAS very charming!

His hair was jet black and flowed perfectly down his skull and softly fell on his lean shoulders. His face was angular, with the most amazing set of eyes, nose and lips I have ever seen! They looked like they were carefully drawn on his flawless face.

"How perfect was this creature standing at 6 feet tall!," I thought in my mind.

(Well you can't blame a girl for noticing a beautiful creature of God, even when she is freaking out.)

His lips curled into a heart melting smile.

"Oh Madeline! I am not flawless as you think! Nevertheless, I am honored," he said. I just realized, his voice was almost like Enrique Iglesias.

"How do you know what I was thinking?!" I freaked out.

He looked calm, and seemed to be enjoying himself. He walked slowly (more like swayed), his long black robe swaying along. He poured himself a cup of coffee and offered me a cup, to which I did not reply. My limbs were still numb. I felt stupid to be standing there like a statue.

Was I being a statue because I was afraid he would hurt me, or was it because I was awed by his charming looks? Or was it a bit of both?