"He was her dark fairytale and she was his twisted fairytale."
THE BEAUTY:
Margaret Langley, otherwise known as Maggie to those close to her, didn't know what made her so special to him. She didn't like attention, the constant watching, but somethin...
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MAGGIE LANGLEY:
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Maggie shuddered against herself as the wind howled in the night. The moonlight shun into her bedroom, accompanied by her dimly lit lamp. It set a tone for the night that complimented the feeling of wariness in the air.
Her house was quiet, as always. The four-story Georgian-style mansion she'd gotten from her parents as a graduation present. It was homely, not as dark as some of the older style mansions, but it still had a sense of mystery that lulled you in. Comfortingly horror state of mind.
Maggie felt bare in her nightgown, the white silk material hugged her soft figure as it nicely revealed the top part of her cleavage, and the matching robe she wore did nothing to regain her modesty. Maggie felt vulnerable beyond repair and the set of eyes on her were not making her feel any better.
He watched her intensely, he's always watching her. During the day, the feeling disappeared slightly, but at night she felt like she did when she'd perform on stage. All eyes on her and under scrutiny.
Maggie breathed heavily as she tried to pretend that she couldn't see him, that he wasn't there, but it was futile. She knew he was there and so did he. The legal documents in front of her were long forgotten as she tried to calm herself down. Fear consumed her like it did every night since she began noticing him watching her. Maggie wondered how long it would be until he decided he'd had enough of just watching her.
Every night, the man moved closer. It was only a step, but it was another step to becoming closer to her. Maggie had assumed he'd be bored of her by now, most people did, and he'd move onto something or someone else, but he didn't. He never strayed from her and a part of Maggie liked it in some twisted way. The way he was genuinely interested in her, admiring her, made her body heat up. Maggie knew it was wrong, she shouldn't feel the way she did about him, but she couldn't help how her body reacted when it came to him. She knew her stomach shouldn't tighten into a coil whenever she spotted his figure and wetness shouldn't collect in between her thighs at the mere thought of him. It was wrong, but felt so right.
Even with those...feelings, Maggie was beyond terrified of him. He made it hard to think about anything but him. The mysterious man consumed all of her thoughts and she didn't know if that would ever change.
The man who occupied her entire being stood outside of her window, observing her as he always did. His gaze reminded her of her time as a performing ballerina. The stage lights shining down, her attire digging into her skin, but she strangely didn't mind. Her heart could be felt in her throat and her skin tingled with excitement. Those were the few moments when Maggie didn't feel like she was just going through the motions, the only time she felt alive. Part of her wanted to run, the part of her who feared everything, but the other part forced that feeling down and made her stay right where she was. There's a longing feeling in her that relishes in it, the same part of her that likes the danger that accompanies it.
Maggie snaps her head to the window as lightning striked far away. It illuminated his figure for a split second and she backed away in fear, looking around nervously. Even though she knew he was outside, she still feared that he wasn't.
Her breathing became heavier by the second and she wondered how long she'll last before she can no longer hide from him. Although, a part of her knows she hasn't been able to hide from him since the second he laid his eyes on her.
There are times when Maggie wonders if the man has ever been inside her house, seen her room up close and personal, her life, but she also knows that she doesn't want to know the truth to that question. Maggie knows she's fine with living in ignorance, thinking that he's only ever outside. Observing and admiring her.
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That's the end of this chapter! Was it good? Bad? Meh?
I know this is short, but it's a prologue so it's allowed to be short. Anyways, I'm really excited for the fanfic.
