Put Your Circuts in the Sea

"What are you?" he whispered.

Her brown hair fell on her shoulders. Her radiant glow was fading and leaving her body with a light tint of pink on the apples of her cheeks. She walked closer to him; a sudden jolt ran around her hand.

"Are you going to kill me?" he whispered again. He didn't know if she spoke English; she wasn't even human. She moved her hand close to his face, the electricity close to licking his face.

"No." she whispered back.

He stared at her; her eyes were down on the ground beneath them.

"You're human." She murmured.

"Yes and you are?"

"I am not human, I am what you call a -" she had stopped mid sentence.

"A what?"

" Shh." She said quietly, her eyes darting around the place. "We're not alone."