AkumaQuil

He inches closer, a single finger roaming her heated skin. Breath mingling with breath. 

A loud bang vibrates through the room, so thunderous as if god himself was furious.

Slowly he looks up staring out the large glass windows to the backyard, 

"You have a visitor." His rasps calmly.

"Who?" Rose quickly fires, feigning ignorance. She knew well enough who it was. Her nightly visitor has arrived.

Surprising, He only visits when she is alone.

"One who comes out at night. Lurking in the shadows, in the darkness... just like its intensions."

He looks down still leaning on top her, once more pinning her with his intense gaze.

"Are you afraid?" His voice dead serious, eyes going back to look outside.

And Rose lied, "No." 

But is it a lie when her fear was never really rooting enough to make her run the other way but instead often getting mixed with exhilaration.

"You should be."  

He leaves her staring wide eyed on the sofa and goes to stand before the glass panes.

"It's not happy to see me here. I can see the raging pits of fire in it's gaze. Ready to burn me right where I stand." he chuckled, sounding most sinister, "It definitely wants to rip my innards out."

"You should take off your shirt." He suggests casually.

"Excuse me?"

"Let's see if it riles him up even more to shatter instead of just slamming the windows like a wuss." He rouses under his breath, his excited provocative tone not escaping Rose's attention. 

What the hell is he up to?

"This isn't funny." Rose sputters out, standing up from the couch.

"I'm not trying to be." He faces her again, sporting a deadpan face. 

"Whatever. You think I'm one of your stupid fan girls to take my shirt off just because you want to rile someone up? Besides, there's probably no one outside and you're only making it up to see my boobs like a pervert."

His eyes roams her from top to bottom, there was distaste evident in his gaze.

"When he comes at night and leaves a little something for you, maybe then you take off your clothes for him... like a slut." Rome stared into her eyes with nothing behind those icy orbs to show for a lack of meaning behind his words. Because he means every single thing he says to her.

"Get. Out. Now!" Rose boomed furiously. 

"Whatever, I was leaving anyway. This has become boring." He walks towards her front door.

"Wait. How do you know he comes at night and leaves something?" her eyes narrow.

"Because I've seen it before."

"You saw him? It is a real guy?" Rose wanted to confirm, for some reason she thought otherwise.

"I never said I saw him. I've only seen it happening to someone else." 

"Whom?" 

"You don't need to know." He closes off.

"Then at least tell me what happened to her? Can I meet this person?" 

"You can't." Refusing calmly he was almost out the door when Rose pleads against hope.

"Please."

"You can't because she disappeared." Those were the words that finally did it. Brought her racing heart and buzzing head to a sudden halt. "Never to be seen again." 

 "When he stops visiting, that's when you should be most afraid." His words rang like a siren in the silence of her mind as he left.

Now she felt true fear for the first time.

==

In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. 

Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. 

For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. 

In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue.

And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. 

With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her.

Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?

He Comes At Night

Everything had finally been settled with the dean, and just like that, I was officially a Microbiology major. Not that I had much of a say in it, considering this was all prearranged before I could even spell "college."

As for the major, well, didn't have much idea what to go for, I guess I enie minnie minny moed it.

On the bright side, Aria was in the same major- I'm pretty sure she chose it the same way- which meant we had most of our core classes together—except for a few subsidiary subjects, which, if I was being honest, I wasn't particularly eager to attend.

"Okay, first class of the day, Microbiology 101," Aria announced as we walked toward the lecture hall. "And, just a heads-up— Mr. Aspen is quite the charmer. Trust me."

I sighed, already sensing where this was going. We need to get her laid before she tries on the janitor next time.

"First, you Need to get laid. Secondly, I don't care if he's a charmer or a farmer, Ar," I replied. "You know I'm not into old guys." My nose had a mind of it's own for scrunch up at the thought of dating someone my father's age.

I'd never be able to see anyone other then a dad. And not even in a sexy 'daddy' way but a gross, abominable incestous way.

Aria gasped, pressing a hand to her chest like I'd just insulted her ancestors. "How dare you say that to me..." then a well know devilish smirk displayed across her face. "Next time, I wanna see you taking some action about it not just being condescending."

The wicked grin on her face made me roll my eyes.

"Oh and, I know! You're into tall, devastatingly handsome guys who act like jealous five-year-olds around you, right?" suggestively her brows wiggled up and down.

I really wanted to blow a raspberry out right now, however refrained as we were already in pretty judgmental company all around us.

"I already told you, I didn't make them fight over me," I groaned. "I didn't even do anything! It's not my fault they lost their minds looking at my utter, angelic beauty."

Well, I can be a little over the top sometimes too.

To sell it, I flipped my hair over my shoulder with an exaggerated. Flick.

Aria simply stared at me, unimpressed, before bursting into laughter. I joined her, shaking my head as we walked inside the lecture hall and took seats in the front row.

We're not nerd, just wanted to have a good view of this Professor she can't shut up about. What if he looks like Daniel Craig? Then I'm interested.

Slowly, the hall filled up. The room was large, but the student body was noticeably small. Guess that's how college works—not like high school where you had to fight for elbow space.

Then the door opened, and he walked in.

The conversation in the room dimmed to hushed murmurs, as though everyone had suddenly remembered they were in a classroom.

Tall. Dark hair. Strong presence. His confident strides took him straight to the teacher's desk, where he set down his laptop and began flipping through some papers.

"That's him," Aria whispered, leaning into me.

24. That's Him