𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

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An unknown forest with red bloody roses, purple bushes and obscure woods everywhere. That was all she could see when walking into that path with grass which seemed to last forever. The sky was a shade of red mixed with purple clouds. That terrified her. The sun disappeared quickly behind the obscure wood, the red in the sky getting darker and darker, casting a weird glow over the trees.

There was also a deep, calming sound of falling water. But Regan couldn't see any waterfall. Is this place even real, she thought. As much as beautiful it was, it was also scary. She felt a wave of awe and fear wash over her, shivering slightly.

What she hadn't realized yet, were her clothes. She was dressed in an off shoulder turquoise gown that hugged her small waist and torso, and cascaded down like a waterfall. Her feet were bare and she could feel the dampness of the grass.

Her hair wasn't even dark brown. It was red and it was hanging loose over her shoulders. On her neck, there was a silver necklace with a precious ruby. She couldn't understand what was going on. Why was she dressed like that? Where was she?

The raw, pure scent of the roses filled her nostrils, making her feel dizzy. The red hue of the sky hadn't faded completely, but the forest was dark. It was serene, this calmness of the place, but it was dreadful at the same time. She wrapped her arms around herself, feelings exposed in that dress. The neckline was low.

Her body started to tremble slightly from fear. She didn't know how she got here, didn't know the place, didn't know what she was wearing and didn't know how to get back home.

As she kept on walking like a lost puppy, she saw a black shadow from far, standing in the middle of the dark woods. Regan squinted and could make out a masculine silhouette. It stood still and quiet. As if it was a statue. But when it started to walk towards her, Regan took two steps back.

As the figure approached, the red hue illuminated it slightly. It was a man with messy black hair that fell over his eyes like a protective dark curtain. He was wearing a dark long jacket, a white shirt that looked damp, showing his flawless abs, and black pants.

"Si-Sirius...." Regan stuttered, the name feeling foreign and familiar at the same time. She could see a smirk on his face as he came closer. The air had gotten filled with a strong wind that gushed past her shoulders and made her shiver. She was glued there for a moment and when he stopped just a few feet from her, she sprinted into a run.

But it was really slow, really clumsy, and really unforgiving. The twigs and vines were stinging and digging her bare feet, and it wasn't the most comfortable thing to ran without shoes. But her run didn't last. A mass of large trees appeared in the way and passing through them required some handiness and knifes. The vines were full of spikes and thorns that looked deadly. The woods stood tall, towering miles above her, without any branches where she could climb.

And then she felt a hot breath on her neck. She turned around slowly, her heart racing with fear as she saw the man was awfully close to her. He was so much taller than her, his height being like a tower, his dark hair falling down on his face, making him look even more dangerous. She felt her heart pounding faster and faster.

He stepped closer, if that was even possible and Regan backed away, her back hitting the harsh trunk of the tree. His features were more visible now and she could see he was very pale and had siren-like eyes that were a cold, icy blue. His cheekbones were high and hollow and his jaw was sharp. She had never seen someone so beautiful and handsome before. And the way he looked into her eyes, was like he was looking into her soul instead.

But her daze ended when his hand wrapped tightly around her throat, not strong enough to cut her air supply, but strong enough to make her freeze.