Annonymous

Vivienne ran until she felt her chest pounding and the sharp pain spreading that she stopped and just began to walk quickly. As she slowed down she tripped over a stick and fell into the forest floor. A loud sob escaped her lips and she felt the hot tears rolling down her cheeks like small waterfalls. She coughed and threw up the tequila and wine from earlier in the night. She sobbed once more, quietly now and sat for a few minutes, regaining some semblance of calm.

Slowly she stood up to her feet and dusted off her pants. She walked for a few moments before realizing she didn't remember which way she had come now. She cursed herself for being so thoughtless and now lost. The forest was quiet now. All she heard was the soft rustle of the leaves on the trees above her head that swayed with every small breeze. Vivienne turned from one direction to the other, trying to figure out if one way looked more familiar. Her heart began to race again and she felt her breathing get unsteady. A dense fog slowly started to appear in every direction she would turn to. She tried to get out of it but it seemed like no matter which way she went, it continued to grow.

It wasn't long before she stopped walking because she couldn't see. She stood and tried to listen. It was so quiet now in the fog. She couldn't even hear the leaves and could barely see the glow of the moon through the fog and clouds. "Enchante, Miss Westing." The voice came from behind her. She felt her heart all but stop. The voice was unfamiliar, dark, silky. It sounded smooth as butter and mischievous. She jumped quickly and turned around. If she hadn't had a heart attack by the end of the night, she figured there was something wrong with her.

On his knee in front of her, a man with shoulder length dark silver hair reached out to take her hand in his. Half of his hair was tied up behind his head. With his head bowed she couldn't see his eyes. He briefly lifted the back of her hand to his lips and lifted his head to look up at her. His face was striking and devilishly handsome. When Vivienne's eyes met his she nearly screamed again. They were a deep, cherry red.