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

No I'm being too cynical with that one.

I looked into his eyes. They were warm, inviting. He was smiling so cutely at me, the kind of smile that could make a girl melt if she weren't too busy overanalyzing the situation.

No! There's no way Leo could be a creep or a douche. He's been nothing but sweet to me since we met.

Then why was my anxiety clawing its way up my throat, making it hard to breathe?

What the hell was wrong with me? It's not like this was my first time talking to a ridiculously good-looking guy.

I felt as if I was about to hyperventilate.

This is not good. Not good at all. If I don't get myself under control, there's a very real chance I'll end up projectile vomiting all over Leo's very expensive-looking shirt.

I refuse to go down in college history as that girl.

"Sure, I'd like that," I finally forced out, pasting on a smile. "How about I meet you up there after a quick restroom break?"

I needed a time-out. Even then, I wasn't sure if I'd be able to calm this weird feeling twisting in my gut.

Where was it even coming from? I was perfectly fine just minutes ago.

"Yeah, the bathroom is down the hallway, last door on your left. Want me to walk you there?" Leo offered politely.

"Oh, don't bother; I'm sure I can manage finding it on my own, Leo." I let out a nervous laugh, instantly regretting it.

Don't make this weird, Ro. You're already excusing yourself for a bathroom break. Now, if you start laughing awkwardly, he's going to think you're having constipation problems.

I inhaled deeply, trying to shake off my nerves. That's when it hit me.

I barely had time to process it before it was gone. Disappearing as quickly as it came, leaving me lightheaded and utterly confused.

Okay. What. The. Hell. Is. Happening. Tonight?

Since when did I start acting like a dog?

"Alright then, see you in a bit," Leo said, flashing me a smile before turning to talk to one of his friends.

I nodded and quickly made my way down the hallway, my mind still reeling. I needed to pull myself together.

Stepping into the bathroom, I shut the door behind me and leaned against it, taking a deep breath. And there it was again.

This time, it wasn't just fleeting—it was everywhere. Concentrated. Like the very walls of this place were saturated in it. It crashed over me, stronger than before, sending my pulse into a frantic race.

Why was it affecting me so much? Somebody obviously decided to go to town with their deodorant tonight.

Shaking my head, I turned to the sink, twisting the faucet to splash some cold water onto my face. Maybe I just needed to snap out of whatever weird trance I had fallen into.

A noise. A low rustling sound from behind me.

Turning my head slowly, my eyes landed on the bathtub, where the shower curtain was drawn shut.

The room was large. The bath was at a distance from where I stood. Yet I could clearly hear something was going on in the bath behind those shower curtains.

The noise came again. More distinct this time. A muffled sound—breathless, needy.

Driven by both dread and curiosity, I stepped closer, my heart pounding in my ears. Reaching out, I grabbed the edge of the curtain and, before I could overthink it, yanked it aside in one swift motion.

There, sitting on the far edge of the tub, was none other than the infamous Mr. Rome douchebag Dracken.

And in his lap, straddling him like he was her personal throne, was Ariadne—her hands tangled in his hair, her lips absolutely devouring his face.

Well… that explains where everybody went.

50. Moaning