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

But this blaring excuse for music? It's hell on earth. Why do these kids act like everyone here's deaf as a bat?

Scratch that—compared to me, they are. But that's a debate for another day.

I leaned against the bar, nursing a bottle of bourbon, surrounded by a sea of drunk, desperate teens with their half-hearted attempts at seduction.

My sorrows should've been long drowned by now—but the universe, in all its cruelty, forgot one minor detail: I can't get drunk.

Ashton, my eternally annoying babysitter, had followed me here. Or rather, arrived after me.

He'd be off doing whatever it is he does, and I was left to deal with my favorite pastime—avoiding everyone.

And then, there's Ariadne. Of course. Perched on the stool beside me, chirping away with that grating, high-pitched voice.

I swear, listening to her is worse than enduring a Kardashian meltdown over a broken nail. And yes, I've been forced to watch that crap—thank Charles for that. Something about keeping with the time.

At this point, the temptation to silence her mouth by shoving something down it is alarmingly strong. And no, not in the sexy way. The way that would lead to a whole lot more chaos and drama around me. Two of the things I can't bother with right now.

The loud music might actually serve a purpose after all: muffling her voice.

On second thought, perhaps I can shut her by other means. Who says it shouldn't be violent and sexy?

The thought made a smirk tug at my lips, though I caught myself mid-revelry. I turned to glance at her. And just like that, my resolve faltered.

I mean, I'm still a guy, after all. A well-framed pair of boobs is hard to ignore. That's how Ariadne earned herself another minute of my patience.

But deep down, I knew the real reason for my short temper. It wasn't her. It was her.

The new girl. The one I swore I wouldn't think about. The one Ashton and Charles wouldn't shut up about.

She was nothing to me. She is nothing. And I'll prove it. To her, to them, and to myself. They will know it when she is left a husk of all she was and nothing she will ever be once I'm done with her.

Lost in my thoughts, I realized I'd been staring at Ariadne far too long. If she had any sense, she'd be creeped out. But this is Ariadne—naturally, she took my stare as an invitation to flutter her lashes and flash coy smiles.

She's a freak for attention. Parents didn't do a good job growing up, my guess.

I rolled my eyes and turned back to my drink, trying to tune out the chaotic party around me.

Perhaps I am in the right place, the raving within is not much different than what happening around me.

It is the quiet that we fear. That's when it gets loud.

I noticed the commotion. People shoving, shouting, trying to squeeze more bodies into this already suffocating room. I didn't care.

They could summon a demon to burn this place to the ground, and I'd be content as long as I had my bourbon and the music stayed off

But my peace—brief as it was—died the moment the lights dimmed, and something far more potent assaulted me.

51. Violent and Sexy