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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 words, though spoken smoothly, were clearly meant for me. And while I knew I should let it slide and let them leave, something about his smug demeanor made my blood run hot.

"Excuse me?" I called out, my voice sharp enough to make him pause mid-step. "What exactly is that supposed to mean?"

Rome stopped just short of the doorway. He turned back, his brewing eyes narrowing as he took a step closer.

Ariadne lingered outside the bathroom, leaning against the frame to watch the unfolding drama with a satisfied smirk.

"If you don't know," he said, his tone now laced with condescension, "you're nosy and stupid."

His usual air of 'I'm too good for this world' detachment had vanished, replaced by a seething intensity that made the air feel colder.

His jaw tightened, and his angular features hardened as though someone had just spoiled his favorite Harry Potter book ending.

For a second, I wondered what on earth could have sparked such a strong reaction.

Was he really that mad about being interrupted?

The thought was absurd. He could have chosen literally any other room for his escapades.

"What's your problem, dude?" I shot back, my hands balling into fists at my sides. "You're the one always getting in my way!"

His laugh was humorless and sharp, echoing off the bathroom tiles. "Getting in your way? You're the one who's always showing up where you're not wanted! Everywhere I go, there you are, ruining everything. I can't even go to a party without you showing up and making it unbearable with your cheap tricks to catch my attention."

The venom in his words caught me off guard, and for a moment, I could only gape at him. His nostrils flared, and his ice blue eyes practically burned as they bore into mine.

That was it. I was officially done. If this arrogant, self-absorbed jerk thought he could talk to me like that, he had another thing coming.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm, "did interrupting your little bathtub session ruin your night? Maybe next time, try finding a room with a lock so no innocent have to witness your freaky animal mating rituals. It's a miracle I'm not puking all over your face after what I just saw."

To be honest, it wasn't that bad they were just making out, though the intensity did indicate it was very soon headed to actual horror; thank you lord I didn't catch them at bad time. It's the little things in life one should be grateful for.

His lips curled into a sneer, but before he could fire back, Ariadne tugged on his arm, clearly tired of the standoff. "Let's go, Rome," she whined.

And it seemed like it worked as he was about to turn around to leave but then I decided to stupidly get over confident and threw another comment for the sake of having the last word... or another.

"Yeah, listen to her and go home, nobody here wants you filthy PDA." I hissed through my teeth.

56. Mating Ritual