Cursed | Werewolf By Night

𝕴𝖁. 𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉

𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡

𝔇𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔪𝔢

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔡𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔰

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰

𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔴𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔶𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰

𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔠𝔯𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔪𝔢

𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡

𝔑𝔬𝔴, ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔞 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪.

Jack is stunned. He doesn't know how to respond. His mind is frozen and his body is stilled, feeling ever so small in her presence.

And in Jasmine's eyes, he's nothing but a stranger. Someone she's never met, and someone who means absolutely nothing to her.

But perhaps he could be an ally, maybe even a friend.

The snap of a nearby branch fills their eyes and sends panic coursing through their veins. They act fast. They scatter.

Jack scampers through the maze with Jasmine, and when he comes across the vaulted tomb, his immediate thought is to pull her inside, but he's only met with protests from the rogue demon.

Jack looks confused, wondering what he could have possibly done wrong, but once he tries to open the door, he realizes his mistake. The doors have locked behind them. He turns around slowly to see Jasmine, whose arms are crossed and jaw is locked.

She says no words, but her intent is loud and clear. She's unhappy with Jack's decision to hide in the tomb, and frustrated by the fact that they're now trapped.

Jack gulps under her gaze, suppressing his instinct to whimper as she instills fear in his body without so much as moving a muscle.

Jasmine takes a deep breath and slowly exhales as her body softens in the slightest sense. She bends her knees in order to take a seat on the musty ground and rest her back against the hallowed wall.

But Jack can't let it go. He can't get over her scent, and in their now confined space, it's overwhelming. It's too much.

" Have we met before?" He inquires as he sits down across from her.

" No," Jasmine responds with no hesitation.

" Are you sure?"

" I would have remembered."

" Remembered what?"

And to answer his question, Jasmine finally lifts up her head to meet his eyes.

" Your face," She states, " And how you've painted it to honor your ancestors."

Jack's brows remain furrowed, his confusion becoming increasingly obvious, for he never told her the reason why he dawns a painted face.

" It's a gift," Jasmine speaks, answering his question before he can even ask it, " I can read people... in a way."

" You can?" Jack ponders, his mouth slightly agape.

" It's like being able to read the back of the book... but never being able to open it," She sighs as her chest steadily moves up and down with each breath.