Continuation from a previous fictional posting--"The Visitor"

My heart began to pound in chest and I felt a pain in the front of my throat. I had to see my aunt. I knew there was little I could do at this point to protect mysel from the stranger--other than give him a very wide berth.
So I fled to the stairs beyond him. Leaving him behind.
As I passed him, and I cannot ever forget this, he did not move, but I caught his personal aroma. He smelled of sweat, that was evident, but my brain, in that gleemin moment, caught a sweeter smell. I would later use the word 'flowers, but I realized that wasn't the case. I only grasped 'flowers' becuase of his look of a greensman. I guess I could say 'honey' or 'sugar' and have the same idea.
I glanced over my shoulder but all I remember was the sunlight hitting his sweat and shining at me as I took the stairs two by two. I was panting before I started the dash.
At the top of the stairs, I saw that my aunt's bedroom door was open slightly.
"Aunt GRACIE! GRACIE!" I howled, boosted by my pounding chest. I guess I had hoped that someone next door would have heard and called someone or, at the very least, my visitor downstairs would vacate realizning my occuring anger.
"Aunt Gracie, Aunt Gracie, Aunt Gracie," I chanted into the room throwing up the door, making a mark on the far wall.
She looked asleep, as the cliche as says, but it works for this moment. I exhaled sharply using the moment of hope to stablize myself. I'm sure my armpits were glistening with sweat from the bolt up the stairs with a tie on, I do recall some sweat clogging around my collar.
I seated myself gently to her left in direct contrast to my anger and nerves from outside. I looked again to the door.
The stranger had not followed me.
I looked back to my Aunt. Her oxygen was across the bed from me, out of reach, but it was on.
But she was not breathing.
I realized then someone had entered the room behind me. The hairs stood up on the back of my neck. I turned to face him, thinking of what I could grab to hit him with.
"It's okay, Gary, you know it is okay. She's better now. I know she is."
"She didn't, who, the heck..." I felt a surge go into my head, a thought of reason in this moment of madness.
I realized the young man was no human at all.
My heart, having slowed down some, sped back up. I'm sure something registered on my face for he smiled the face of recognition.
I stood up slowly and permitted myself a glance at my Aunt. My new friend might be on to me should I allow my thoughts to waver in any manner. I've no idea if he could read minds, throw fire or grow fangs.
Strangely, as frightened as I was, I did not want to leave the area. His presence equated an intrusion on my family and, no matter what form, it was not to be accepted. I willed up the courage to speak to the fetch before me.
"Leave. Disappear. Do whatever it is you do. I have no need of you. She has no need of you-:"
"-now," he finished my sentence.
I closed my eyes slowly and thought of what I would have to do next to survive the next few minutes.Not that it mattered. An inventory came up in my brain. What was I running home for? To feed a dog--a dog that could easily live in my friend's home with his canines. To my friends? They all had jobs and partners, what need would my existence continue for them?