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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

The guy looked young. Too young to be a university professor.

"The 'farmer' you thought you wouldn't be interested in," she teased. "Now, tell me I was right." All the while keeping her voice down.

I narrowed my eyes at her before glancing back at him.

Okay, so… he was definitely not bad-looking In fact, handsome was an understatement. If this town had a 'ridiculously attractive men' problem, I was starting to think it was genetic.

Can't be, I'm technically from here too and my genetics gave me a 5'4 stature with a minute bust.

He may be young looking, but no less intimidating.

Not in a scary way. More like the kind of presence that made you sit up straighter, hoping you wouldn't be called out. Or perhaps do get singled out from all others by him, you know.

Alright, I'm not losing my mind over every other guy, I'm just saying he is not bad looking, Aria for once wasn't exaggerating for no reason.

He wasn't as terrifying as my 11th-grade math teacher, Mrs. Rogers—now *that* was **hell incarnate**—but I could tell that crossing this guy wasn't a great idea.

"Alright, fine," I whispered back. "He doesn't seem that bad."

Aria grinned. "And he isn't. Unless you come late to his class." And she chose that moment to quiet down and look back ahead.

I raised a brow. "Why? What happens then?" I pushed.

She smirked. "Oh, you'll see. When time comes."

Before I could question her further, the door swung open again, and two students walked in… might I add, backwards.

My brow furrowed. Was this some new college trend? A cool way to enter rooms now?

My gaze flickered toward Mr. Aspen, who was writing on the whiteboard, completely unaware of the backward-walking duo.

—the couple immediately switched to walking forward.

"Draken," Mr. Aspen's voice cut through the room, unimpressed. "Mind enlightening us on where you and Ms. Smith were headed?"

My eyes flew to my bestie beside me for a moment and it seemed like she was lapping up every second of the situation like a good triller flick on tv Saturday night.

"Draken?" I repeated under my breath.

"Nowhere special," Draken replied smoothly, completely unfazed. "Ariadne forgot her books in the gym. Thought I'd be a gentleman and help her out."

Where had I heard that voice—?

Miss *Mean Girl Extraordinaire* herself.

I wonder what his boyfriend look like from the front. It was a good back.

Mr. Aspen wasn't buying it. "On the contrary," he said dryly, "why don't you tell me where you both were before I walked in? I don't recall seeing you in class."

Ooh, the tactic was good but it clearly didn't work on the professor.

Draken's expression didn't waver. "You don't know? Dumbledore gave me that magic time-travel pendant. How else would I come and go without you noticing?" he added an extra jab at the end. Thought you knew everything."

The class erupted into laughter— myself included.

The only not laughing? Mr. Aspen.

Not even a twitch of amusement on his face.

"Funny," he said flatly. "Now get to your seat before I decide to become Professor *Lupin* instead."

25. Draken (Part 1)