Falling In Love With Slender Man

Chapter 19

Hello, my lovely's! I have an important announcement to make! I'm going to be making a new story about the very much loved Ash-- or Slender Man! A fan asked me to make a fanfiction about her and Ash, and I happily agreed to do so! :D So, if you all love Ash as much as I think you do, you should all definitely check it out! Be on the look out for it within the next couple of days! Please note though that it has nothing to do with the actual story, Falling in Love with Slender Man. In fact, it will be contradicting what I said about him only ever loving one other person aside from Sage. But I think it will be a fun little side project, so I'll be writing it anyways. You guys should all go check out WisdomDeath too! She's the one who'll be the main character in the side story and who requested it! She's awesome! :D Tis all I have to say for now. Enjoy the new chapter, guise! 

--CHAPTER NINETEEN-- 

Sage sat in shocked silence. The world had suddenly gone deadly still, as though everything were being played in slow motion. The light above head flickered, throwing harsh shadows across Elijah’s angelic face.

            He reached a hand out, touching Sage on the shoulder. She felt cold to the touch, like a cube of hardened ice. “Are you alright?” he asked anxiously.

            She couldn’t speak. She felt like she was about to throw up. Her stomach turned uneasily, feeling like a thunderstorm had taken up resident inside her. She shook her head.

            Elijah ran a hand through his light blond hair, his tan fingers twitching ever so slightly. His cheeks seemed to be flushed, as though the room were 90 degrees.

            “Look, I’m sorry you had to find out that way. I just thought it would be better if you heard it from me.” His eyes looked saddened.

            Her emerald eyes widened. “Why would be better coming from you?” she inquired. “You’re a complete stranger.” She licked her dry lips, a nervous habit her mother had always scolded her for.

            Elijah’s stormy eyes grew confused, his brows pulling together. “You really don’t know, do you?” he asked quietly.

            Sage threw her hands up. “I don’t ever know anything about all these silly mythical worlds. Why would I know whatever you’re going on about now?”

            He put a gold-toned hand on her bony shoulder. “Okay. I don’t want you to be in the dark about anything any longer, so I’ll tell you. We should have met when we were little, but your parents didn’t want you to be a part of the Hunter’s. So, she left the organization—“

            “Wait, wait, wait. My parent’s were Hunters too?” Her voice sounded as though she were on the brink of hysteria.

            Elijah shook his head at her. “Only your mother. Where did you expect your Hunter heritage came from? The sky?”

            When Sage didn’t say anything he continued. “Anyways, we should have been raised together. You see, every Hunter as a partner.  They’re called accoupler. It’s French for couple. Hunter’s originate from France. But, what I’m trying to say is—“

            But Sage never found out what he was trying to say, because at that moment the door to Elijah’s room opened. In came a tall, thin man. He looked to be in about his mid-forties, with a graying beard that obscured the lower half of his handsome face. He had salt and pepper hair, with tiny hints of gold. His eyes were the color of flint, and rested behind thick, black-rimmed glasses. He wore khaki pants and a worn out button down shirt. He looked like a teacher, Sage though idly.

            “Marvelous!” he bellowed in a low, thunderous voice. “Our sleeping beauty is finally awake. Elijah, have you explained anything to her?” The man looked in the direction of Elijah.
            Elijah nodded, his eyes watchful. “I haven’t had much time to explain. She just woke up.”

            The man smiled down at Sage. “Well, I’m Jonathan. I head the Hunter’s in this part. This is my nephew, Elijah. Though I’m sure you knew that.” His smile widened.

            Sage’s head spun. She had to get out of here. This was all too crazy. Witch blood? Partners? This thing sounded like a cult. “C-can I please have some time alone?” she asked.

            Elijah looked up at his uncle, a question in his eyes. “Of course, Sage! We’ll talk after you’ve showered and changed. I’ve brought you some clothes.” Jonathan held up his right hand, in which were clutched scraps of clothing obviously made for a woman. He smiled and said a quick goodbye, then left the room, leaving the clothes on a dresser.

            Elijah looked at her after the door closed. “Do you want me to leave too?” he asked, his voice hopeful, but holding an under tone of hurt.

            She nodded apologetically. “I’m sorry. I really need to clean up. We can talk after I’m done.” She climbed out of the warm bed, stretching her limbs.

            He gave a curt nod and stood up himself. “Of course. The bathroom his over there.” He tilted his chin behind Sage, signaling plain brown doors that presumably lead to a bathroom. “Just come out into the living room when you’re done.” He smiled and left, much the same way his uncle had.

            Sage’s smile faded as soon as the door clicked shut behind him. She grabbed the clothes Jonathan had brought her and lunged towards the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

            It was a simple bathroom, with white tile walls and retro carpeting on the floor. The mirror was covered in old toothpaste and residue. The toilet looked like it needed a thorough scrubbing. The shower was at least a sparkling, clean white.

            She moved over and turned on the water, letting it steam up the room. She shut the curtain tightly and then shrugged out of her clothes. She pulled on the light pink cotton t-shirt with printed letters that said KISS AND KILL in black. A dark rose bloomed on it, blood dripping off of it. It fit perfectly, showing of her curves.

            With the shirt was a pair of dark blue skinny jeans—a size 2, exactly right. She found a pair of simple black socks with the mixture of clothing, along with a pair of hideous combat boots.

            She tugged the boots on and laced them up, then went over to the sink, looking for something to secure her hair back. She had lost her hair tie somewhere between here and the old church.

            There were no clips or anything there, so she just ran a comb through her hair, letting it fall down it heavy waves.

            Across the room from her was a window, steamed up completely from the heat from the blistering water. She made her way over there in a few quick strides.

            She looked back at the door that led into Elijah’s room, a little regretfully. She felt bad. Something about him felt so right and safe. And he seemed so happy by her presence. But that’s now what she needed right now. She needed mysterious and dangerous.

            Across the windowpane she scrawled two simple words in her spiky handwriting. I’m sorry. Then she thrust the window open and dropped down to the ground.

            A tiny layer of snow coated the ground, and her booted feet crunched on gravel. Luckily for her, this window faced the backyard, where no one was likely to be. Another plus was that it had to be after ten o’clock at night, making it nearly pitch black outside.

            She hastily shoved the window back down and then ran off into the woods that bordered the house, the only thing on her mind getting back to Ash and getting answers.