Winter’s Kiss

It was like waking in a dream. One moment you are there surrounded by an icy landscape blanketed by dark, protruding trees trying to swollen you up.

She stared in horrid fascination as the beast came prowling towards her. On first glance she thought it was a shadow. But upon closer inspection she could discern a human shape. Wearing a long cloak approaching faster.

She stood there unable to move or breath. Fear gripped her. The wind howled furiously, as if it could feel her dread, her terror. But the person came and stoped inches away from her. She turned her head away.

"Tell me little one. What are doing so far from home?" He said in a thick voice, so rich and deep. Her body prickled from the sensation.

She remained silent. One thing she has learned was to never answer strangers questions especially ones who hide their faces behind masks.

"Not going to talk are you Grace Blackwood?"

She looked up in shock. How does he know her name?

At her silent question he chuckles making the hairs on her arms and neck rise.

The wind casted off his hood and with a gasp she saw the most horrifically beautiful man she had ever seen.

He was tall. And from what she could see muscled, with light brown hair and and gold eyes and olive oil skin. He was a demon.

A second wave of fear caught her. Her body moved faster then her thoughts. She ran across the white snow slipping in the process. Grace gathers herself and opted for another sprint but she wouldn't get far because the mysterious man appeared before her, emerging from swirls of shadows.

"What do you want from me?" She said in high pitched voice.

With the whistling of the wind he responded with, "you."