The Stalkers
run....
... December 1862
The night is quiet.. Satrena had long been asleep. I listened to her soft breathing, she was so calm. But, for some reason I was paranoid... Was it the shadows? No, it couldn't be.
I sat up carefully, not wanting to wake up Satrena. I sat still for a few minutes, head in my hands. How long did I sleep? Did I even sleep at all. It didn't matter at this point... who knows what will happen.. I stood up and left the bedroom, returning to the study. Closing the door behind me, I sat down at the table. My sketch book was still open...
A creature... no... a Monster...
Hide as black as the void... Teeth as sharp as blades... and eyes as empty as a lifeless corpse...
What was I thinking? Non of that even exists... I rested my head in my hands, wishing it could all go away. Then I stood up and left the room. I went to the bathroom. the moonlight had an ominous glow, barely lighting up the room. I stared into my reflection... Not like before. This time, I was examining myself... Hell I was ill... extremely ill... I haven't eaten or slept at all... It isn't like I wasn't trying. I did but every it would all come out... Sleep was a whole other story...
As I blankly stared at my reflection, I could feel something loom over me, but there was nothing there... I could feel a heavy weight on my shoulders... I continued staring until something caught my eye. As soon as I spun around to see who it ran... "Damn you..." I muttered. I knew what that was and I wasn't going to let it get away. Not this time.
I ran out of the bathroom and into our bedroom... Satrena wasn't there anymore... I shook off my concerns and ran to the closet. I swung open the door and took my sword from its hold. Then I ran out of the room and to the stairs, slowing my steps and stepped down them. As I walked down the stairs I froze in the middle... It was staring at me as if it were intimidated by me. No, you won't get away, no matter what. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I turned to face it, but it seemed... frightened. It's done this before... I'm not falling for its bullshit again. "You've tormented me for hell to long." I muttered, tightening my grip on the sword and stepped closer.
"Nath-n... p-lease.. th-is.. not tr-ue..."
I froze as soon as it spoke in a dismantled voice... I could hear it tried to emulate Satrena's voice... I felt a strong wave of anger and hatred course through my veins. Without another word, I swung my sword swiftly, slashing it's chest and it dropped to the ground... why was it bleeding... why wasn't it disappearing... I dropped my sword at the sudden stinging pain in my head. I shut my eyes, holding my head. Then it stopped... I opened my eyes and stared down in horror...
"Satrena..."