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

Up in my room it was peaceful, light coming in from the sky having multiple colors of orange and yellow and red and pink as this part of the world prepared to be veiled in the dark once again.

My room was a mess though. I felt like cleaning up but then standing in the middle of it all I decided to reenact that famous line from that show Hannibal, 'This is my design'. And with that I flopped over the bed leaving the mess for other day.

But then no matter how hard I tried not to, the darned word took over my brain, leaving me restless as my OCD acted up not letting me stay still until I found that damned jacket.

Where could I have put it? If I came back up and changed then it must be in the closet.

I checked, to my dismay, it wasn't there. Oddly, the dress I wore to the party last night wasn't also their either. Where could I have put all the things.

Naturally I threw all the things on my bed to the ground and still wasn't able to recover not a single thing I was wearing last night.

I could care less about that dress right now, it's not like I am wearing it again after it was cursed with all that bad mojo from my arch nemesis last night.

I was diligently going through my things when my gaze landed over my window and to the woods once again.

If it's not here anywhere in the house, then that is the last place left to look.

It has to be there and I have to go check.

I don't know why in the hell was I feeling so hesitant after being so recklessly confident just last night.

Gathering up my wits I flew down with my gait confident and quickened. The sooner I get this done the better.

Leaving the door ajar to the back I jogged to the tree line. It was looking so different then last night. Much more lit and habitable. I was mesmerized by sun setting behind the trees casting beautiful shadows and streaming light of various colors through the gaps.

I marveled in the beauty a moment longer as I walked to search for the fallen log I had stupidly decided to slumber upon the previous night.

From a distance my eyes finally fell upon the log, familiar shrub growing around it just like before.

Finally. It must be here somewhere.

Quickly I ran to the log looking mostly around it than upon it. I remember I dropped the jacket on the ground so it should be somewhere- nothing. I approached the area and looked all around, yet there was no sign of the jacket.

Come on! it was large enough to not fly away by mere wind, where did it go? It has to be here-

Right over the smoothened bark where I laid was now laying something else. My eyes blinked a few times as I tentatively observed if my eyes were seeing clearly what my brain was registering.

69. A Rose