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

I decided I was sulking too much and ruining our weekend. The weekend he had made effort to keep free so we can spend time together.

And what better way to do that than by fixing up his red Ferrari—the same one I may or may not have accidentally dented?

We spent nearly the entire day in the garage, surrounded by the scent of motor oil and metal.

Sunlight streamed through the high windows, catching on the sleek curves of the car as Jake worked diligently, sleeves rolled up, face smudged with grease, looking like an absolute pro.

Meanwhile, I was stuck trying—and failing—to remember all the tool names I had very quickly Googled earlier, just so I wouldn't look completely useless when he asked for something. Safe to say, my plan didn't work out as well as I had hoped.

More than once, I handed him the wrong tool with absolute confidence, only for him to glance up at me with a smirk, shaking his head.

"I got you, here you go," I'd say, proud of myself, only for him to take one look and burst into laughter.

"Yeah, unless I'm supposed to fix the car with a screwdriver instead of a wrench," he teased, his voice thick with amusement.

I groaned, throwing my head back dramatically. "You knew what I meant!"

"But did I, though?" He raised a brow, still chuckling. "Remind me never to let you near my car unsupervised again."

Flustered but determined, I kept trying, even though my knowledge of mechanics was laughable at best. But despite the constant teasing, it turned out to be a surprisingly great day.

We talked, we laughed, and I realized how much I had missed spending time with him like this. It was rare to have moments like these, just the two of us, away from the chaos of school, work, and whatever else life kept throwing at me.

Between conversations, I learned a little more about his investments and shares—something he was clearly making a very pretty penny from.

Because, let's be real, not just anyone could buy a Ferrari… and then casually gift it to their niece as a welcome-home present.

When the afternoon passed and we were both completely spent from working in the garage all day and marveling over the fact that we were able to make the car look spotless once again- well, I am taking the liberty to use the word 'we' very loosely.

It was time to get some rest and Jake I believe had a business call he had to take. Soon he left to run some errand and once again I was left to my own devices.

For the sake of my sanity I came to the conclusion that if one stare too hard at a shadow they begin to see things even in the darkness. Things that aren't actually there.

Hence, I'd rather not linger over some of the odd things happening around me lately and just dragged myself up to my room after a whole day of contemplations and handing out wrong tools...

68. Weekend