memory lane..... Memory 1 Serena's pov

It never was like this, until this very night I started having nightmares....

That was when my misery began.

The hunting nightmares never left me, it's been like this for the past six months now with the same pattern and an unsure escape route.

when does it end??

why me?

so many whys but I couldn't answer, and neither could I bring myself to tell anyone. No one on here would believe me, who still believes tales and vampires still exist??

I can tell what my parents' reactions and words would be

"I told you to never visit the library again Serena, I'll burn that building of the palace so you can stop letting those fallacies get in your head" This statement from my dad kept resounding in my head like it was yesterday. 

I've been happiest before the nights became cold and almost a death zone.

This time I found myself in a dark foggy room, I couldn't feel my legs but I knew I still had them. I could spot a white rocky chair moving to and fro by itself, I looked down at it to barely see a pair of black boots and nice legs but where was his head??

At this point, fear gripped me again, but I read in one of my hunted stories to never show your fear or you may see what you're afraid of.

"Ohhh my God" I whispered as I felt my heart squeezed tightly and my palms became sweaty. In this realm, there's no HELP. you have to find a way of evading yourself.

The walls slowly started cracking and the casement window opened like it was angry, the boot man stood up, and amidst the fog, I could spot a black hat on his head that had a golden signature "CLIFF", he walked slowly but with each step, my heart is sinking too deep, deeper than the ground and then... he stopped in a corner, my breathing stopped and I froze, he started shutting the windows slowly and quietly. 

 The fog grew thicker than usual and I could barely see my hands or Mr black Boot's hat, I held my breath until he closed the window completely. This made my breathing even harder and sweat rolled off of me. I tried my best to not make any sound and not attract any attention. 

He slowly turned around to face me and started talking,

"You know umm.... I uh... I don't entertain people, even when I try" He said in a dark tone, his voice not too deep but very clear, if only this seductive voice had an appealing view, probably I would love to be hunted every day.

But who knows??

"I don't want to see you either," I said, this time in a sharp tone.

He let out a dark chuckle and I felt his side lips moved like a little smile.

It seems I was acting courageously forgetting I'm the prey here but each time I find myself here I feel empowered to do the unimaginable, I experience growth from a distance and I can't feel that energy in reality.

All of a sudden, the white hinged doors opened creating a loud creaking sound. 

My attention was fixated on the door because whatever creature Comes out of there determines if I live or die. I turned around to look at the window corner just to see that Mr black boots were gone.

The piercing eyes of these beasts kept beating my skin, I could feel it but I couldn't see it.

 Silence was the loudest sound heard, my unrecognized voice awakened the hunted souls. These creatures were once here, hunted too, and didn't survive, they become predators to avenge any being. The voice of any creature awakens them and they chase like starved dogs. This realm was cursed and I had no idea how I constantly found myself here.

I felt a strong breeze and the hair on my neck stood up as they approached me slowly and slowly but fast. I felt like the monster's stare was burning right through my skull, and it was real, I can finally tell.

They started circling me slowly like some giant beast, their movements slow like they were savoring my scent, taking certain positions as if in a twinkle of an eye I would be consumed. 

My heart started beating fast and a drip of sweat fell off my face, counting my time at the same time counting their steps, the rocky chair Mr black Boots was on was no longer there, that spot was now an opened door but how do I get passed there from here??

My fears were a sweet-smelling fragrance to them, and I felt them getting closer to me, their golden yellowish eyes slowly becoming visible that's how I knew it was eight of them. 

 I mounted the tenacity to find a way out by running, and for the first time I felt my feet again but on a muddy terrain, and the other one was being dragged, my hands trying to hold onto anything I could find amidst the rising mist but there was none.

I screamed at the peak of my voice thinking anyone could save me. 

This beast was merciless, my legs felt so tired and cold, my eyes became red like the blood on the pavement, my veins became black as if they were covered in tar, my mouth was open and no noise escaped except for the screams, my cheeks grew red and the hair on my head heightened.

I felt power gripped me "Wingardium-leviosta-changez dandily-hucus" I chanted.

The two beasts holding my legs immediately fell to the ground and disappeared.

The other six vanished with a cream and in a Sprint I ran as fast as I could to the door that was opened earlier.

The light shone so bright, almost blinding but there was nothing outside the door, it was void, and I could fall into an eternal darkness there.

"Take my hands" a voice from behind me spoke softly which sent shivers down my cores.

What his voice does to me...

The cracking walls were already falling, and the corners of the room had already fallen, I was standing beside the doorknob, the only solid thing left.

I gave myself a promise to rather wash the ocean dry with my lashes than follow a stranger but this one is making me break my oath or already has.

"Thank you" were the last words I remember saying taking hands with Mr black boot even when I hadn't seen his face.

I can only imagine.