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

Though now that I was a little more composed, I knew I would have enjoyed it a hell of a lot more if I had kicked him in his family jewel.

Note for next time. And I am quite sure there is gonna be a next time because he just loves to hate me.

"Are you sure?" Leo asked again, his warm brown eyes still filled with concern.

I hesitated for a second, then sighed. "Yeah. But… I think I'd like to go home now." I bit my lip before adding, "I'm sorry, I just can't stay here anymore."

His brows furrowed slightly. "But you said you were okay now," he pointed out, confused.

I exhaled, rubbing my temples. "I am, I think. But I just… I don't feel like being here anymore." Even I couldn't explain it properly. I just wanted to get out of here, as far away from this place as possible.

Leo studied my face for a moment before nodding, his grip tightening slightly around my shoulders.

"Alright. However you feel comfortable. I'll take you home, right now." Without hesitation, he reached into his pocket, pulling out his car keys.

Then, he did something unexpected—he took off his own leather jacket and draped it across my bare shoulders before he took my hand in his and started leading me toward the driveway.

For a second, I almost protested. I didn't want him to leave the party because *I* wanted to go home. He didn't have to do this. I could have gone home on my own.

But… I was too drained to argue. So I simply followed him, letting his presence anchor me in the midst of my swirling emotions.

Just as we stepped off the porch, something made me turn. I didn't know why I did it, but I glanced back instinctively, my breath hitching in my throat.

Standing on the terrace, a dark silhouette against the golden glow of the house. His broad frame leaned slightly against the railing, his arms crossed, his head tilted downward in a way that made it impossible to see his expression.

Was he watching us? Did he see me leaving?

For some inexplicable reason, I lingered, waiting, expecting… something. But he never moved. He just stood there, a statue carved from darkness.

Maybe he didn't see me at all. Maybe he was just lost in his own arrogant, self-absorbed world.

Would he come apologize if I stayed?

Maybe not… I couldn't care less for his apologize anyway. It's not like they would be heartfelt in any shape or form.

The guy is a evil incarnate on this green earth and no good ever comes from the devil.

I swallowed down whatever feeling had just surfaced in my chest and tore my gaze away, facing forward again. Without another thought, I climbed into Leo's car and shut the door.

Without looking back again or expecting anything. It's true what they say, expectations breeds eternal misery.

60. Loves To Hate