Slenderman's Daughter, Night Slender

Another Dream

I woke up with yellow eyes tetering over me. "Good morning Miss Nyx, sleep well?"

"Go fuck yourself." I said grogally.

"I don't need to," He replied. "I have plenty of women for that."

I laughed. "And plenty of STDs."

He ignored me, but I saw he wanted to beat me for that. Instead, he picked me up. "My Lord wants to see you."

"If I decline?"

"Oh, you won't." After he had said that, I fet a sharp pain in me neck and started to see black. Shit. I'm so helpless, I thought before drifting off.

I awoke in a bed. Strange. Sitting up, I looked at my surroundings. "What? How...how am I here?" I was home. Well at the abandoned house. It was surreal. And quiet, but that's to be expected, as it was a-ban-don-ed. Then I remembered Ash. Was she still here? I rushed down the stairs, tripping on the third to last one. Falling, I tried to block, but I hit my face anyway.

I ignored it and ran to where she would sleep. Where I would pet her when she slept. Removing the bad memories, I saw her, sleeping soundly. I smiled and sat next to her. I brushed my hand over her coat, missing the texture of it. Ash lifted her head and stood up. She walked to the couch that I had usually slept on and jumped high enough that her front paws where on the cushion. "What? Is everything alright." Said a familiar voice. The strange thing was, Ash replied. It was a dream though, so it didn't bother me.

"Yeah, I just felt something, and I wanted to see if you where still here."

The man chuckled. "I'm here. I'm staying." He scooched over, sitting up a bit. "Here, sleep here if you want." It was Masky. Ash gladly accepted and jumped the rest of the way, landing by his feet.

"Goodnight Masky." Ash happily said, snuggling into him.

"Goodnight. Now get some sleep..."

It was fading, and as it became black again I only caught a few words he said.

"Early...to...night...safe..."

I again woke, this time in a room of crimson red, by yellow eyes...again. He spoke in a happy, almost childish voice. "Hello Miss Nyx. Ready to meat my Lord? I hope so."

"No," I replied angrily and annoyed. "I am not."

His tone changed and his face turned serious "Too bad."

Yellow eyes lifted me off of the floor, my chains rattling. "Get up." He said sternly. "My master is ready to see you."

I spat out angrily, then said like a child with a tantrum, pausing after every word, "I don't want to. "

He scoffed, but said nothing in return. I grinned happily, feeling like I had won. He ended up carrying me over his shoulder, because I refused to move. As he walked I took the chance to look at my surroundings. The hall we were in was covered in red, silk-like fabric. The carpet was black, fitting the murderous scenery. I chuckled and thought, this is my kind of place.

Soon enough, we reached a door. Yellow eyes stopped and threw me off his shoulder, landing on the ground. "Ow," I said rubbing my bruised back.

"Quiet!" He ordered. I sighed and stuck my tongue out at him, his back turned. There was a loud ring and I realised that yellow eyes had knocked on the door, sending the ringing back from where we came from. "Master," he paused. "The girl is here to see you."

The doors opened, and a tall man with a read and black suit walked out. "Ah," he looked at me, then turned to yellow eyes. "Why is our guest on the ground, shackled like a prisoner!" He yelled out. "Haven't I taught you to respect our guests?"

Yellow eyes cowered in fear. Hmm, I thought. Why is he scared? The man seems quite nice. I then felt myself being pulled up, and I stood on my feet, wobbling as I did. "Sorry sir," Yellow eyes said, letting me go. I slightly giggled at that. "Pardon my wrongdoings."

He man in red smiled. "Yes, but please don't do it again. Or else." He threatened in a sweet soothing voice. How could this man have yellow eyes scared? "You can go now."

Yellow eyes bowed and felt, leaving me with him. I looked at him as he walked up to me. "Hmm, you seem quite feisty. I heard you tried to escape."

"And?" I said, not very thrilled to meet him. He was more...human. No, harmless. Yes, he was more harmless than I thought. Not very intimidating to me. I scoffed at the thought of him doing something 'murderous.'

"Nothing. I admire that." He paused. "Say, why don't you come to my office? There is more privacy. Come." He walked back from where he came, and I followed.

"So," I said breaking the silence. "What do you want with me?"

"Oh ho ho," he said in a laughing matter. "Nothing really. I just want to kill your father." I stopped in my tracks. What? Kill...my father? Slenderman?

I took a deep breath in, than said as calmly as I could, "Why?" It didn't work. My voice shook. I tried again, to my success. "What did my father do to you?"

He spinned around. "You don't know do you? Hmph. He's your father and he hasn't told you yet. What a shame."

"Told me what?" I said confused.

"Well..."