Sorcery in her eyes# 5

The darkness is not just a lack of light, it is a separate entity. Pulsing with life and horror.

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She was silent; too silent if he were to be honest. Maybe she just didn't want to talk to him, that would make sense.

But sensible as it may be, he didn't like it. It made him feel weird.

And after fumbling with his watch, arranging his hair, and straightening his shirt- all thrice he decided he didn't like this feeling at all. He felt judged. And knowing that even his aspiring, hard working, and self assured personality, when compared to this woman, paled to what could simply be called boring ;didn't help.

She was a walking Pandora box. A chasm; full of of intrigue, allure and power. Hell, her eyes could not have been but a mere glimpse of what she really was, and yet it was enough to make him never look away.

There were secrets in her eyes, begging him to ask, but warning him not to at the same time.

Why was she not dead? How could she survive 12 days, without clean water and food, when others couldn't even survive the night? Nobody cared however, she was alive; and out of concern for her trauma and guilt, no official questioned anything. They were happy to help; she was their chance at redemption. And they took it.

Mike wasn't convinced; but his concerns aside, she was here, she was alive and Mike could not find nothing to hold against the woman.

Miracles happened, didn't they?

And nature worked in the wildest of ways. If she lived , then she lived; no questions asked.

"The hotel has been informed in advance of your stay. Your room will be ready when you get there. Anything else I can be of help with?"

He looked at her. She was looking outside the car.

"Thank you, but that will be all" There it was. Barely more than a whisper, but final at the same time. He said nothing more, merely glancing at her through the corner of his eyes until she suddenly gasped.

A whimper left her. So unlike the woman he had come to know, face pale in some unknown horror he could not perceive of.

"You okay, miss?"

He was cautious, willing to lend help if needed, but not wanting to break whatever fragile truce they had come to, by overstepping his boundaries.

"Do you not see it?" she whispered. "It's looking at us".

Mike looked out the car window, but he didn't see anything that might scare a woman this bad.

"Miss, we are constantly moving. Even if there was something out there, it could not follow us".

"Not out. It's in the back seat".

She gripped his arm, her grip painful. He looked at his rear view only to find nothing.

He saw nothing but the woman besides him had started sobbing in terror. He considered pulling over, but then the fear of being robbed and possibly killed in the forest kept him driving.

"It's smiling at us. Oh god, it's smiling at us."

She shook him hard enough to make his hand move from the steering wheel.

His head whipped to the side in panic and desperation, and in that fleeting second when his eyes looked up to the rear view, he saw something in the back seat.

Something smiling and more terrifying than anything he had ever seen.

A curtain of black hair, and peeking from it two eyes with slits for irises.

Like a cat.

That one terrifying glimpse is all he got before his car hit a tree.

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From the window you could see the moon high in the sky, casting an iridescent glow over everything. Everywhere your gaze went, it was a lake of silver. The night was quiet, the city finally to sleep after a day of activity.

On the bed a woman lay on her front, her hair cascaded down her back in a curtain of silk, long lashes guarding ocean blue eyes.

She whimpered in her sleep, caught in some unknown nightmare.

There was no one to burn the incense she so desperately needed. But for the first time they left her alone even if her nightmares didn't. The unconscious woman was lucky in this regard. For when she was out of consciousness she was weak, like an empty vessel for anything that wanted to enter.

They hounded her like wolves to a prey.

She is a fighter, yet the inevitable approached her. Lazily, as if it knew she had nowhere to run. As if it could feel her helplessness.

A hair-width of courage keeps her on the brink. A flicker of pride keeps her feet firm.

They were all bad; every last one of them. Cold and harsh, slimy and disgusting. They were like shadows, beings stuck between realms. Hiding between the worlds of the living and the dead.

But some were more vile than the rest, stronger and more determined.

She would avoid likely areas of contacts; graveyards and deserted places. And yet every some time she would encounter one of them.

The darkness would creep in, and she would spend days locked inside her room, war raging in her head, as she desperately fought to push it back.

But with each fight, a part of her waned, a little of her spirit died. She could feel it clearly. A gaping hole threatening to engulf her very existence. One wrong step and she would fall to a place where no one returns.

She whimpered again, caught in the horror of her head; and yet it would be a welcome reprieve.

For the woman had lived; the man with her hadn't.

And he had, if for a moment, shared her horror. The living do not see the dead; and yet with one foot in his grave, he had unknowingly taken a glimpse beyond the veil.

The man was dead. A story coming to a sudden end.

But, this was what she was best at.

Leaving death in her wake.

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I know the story build up is slow, just out of inspiration every once in a while. Also I want this to be a well developed story; having read a lot of under developed and rushed stories myself.

I decided it will be slow but with no plot holes. The characters are going to be developed well, the story will have layers, and will not be a average story.

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- Elliana