As Mary stood on the roof with her Master, a chill swept over her as she looked into his brilliant green eyes. She asked if he had arrived, and he nodded in response, without any surprise in his expression.
Suddenly, a gasp escaped Mary's lips as she realized something. "You knew, didn't you?" she asked, her eyes filled with the pain of betrayal.
Her Master didn't deny it. "Yes," he said. "When you mentioned the library, it struck me as the most likely place for the murders to take place. In every crime scene we've been to, it has been clear that the victim was killed around this time and then dumped elsewhere in the morning. That's why you knew it was okay for us to talk. You even chose to talk here on the roof because you wanted a bird's eye view of him coming back."
Mary felt a wave of shock and hurt wash over her. "You were using me?" she asked, her voice hitching in hysteria. "You only want me as a soul seer? You've never really cared-" She stopped short as Alexandru interrupted her, pressing his lips onto hers with gentle ferocity.
Mary stood frozen in place, her mind hazy as it tried to make sense of what was happening. It took some time before she finally responded to the kiss, returning it with the same gentle fever. They were wrapped up in hot passion, each fighting for control, neither wanting to submit to the other.
As they broke the kiss, Alexandru's voice was low and rough. "I don't just want you as a soul seer, Mary," he said. "I care for you deeply. I always have."
Mary looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of insincerity. But all she saw was a deep, intense longing. She took a deep breath and leaned in to kiss him again, giving in to her own desires.
For a while, they were lost in each other, oblivious to the world around them. But eventually, they pulled away, both breathing heavily.
"Let's go," Alexandru said, his voice husky. "We have work to do."
Mary nodded, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions. But as they walked down the stairs, she knew that there was no going back. Whatever had happened between them had changed things forever.
* * *
lost track of time once again, lost in the pages of her book. The sun had begun its descent, casting a warm golden hue across the library. With every turn of the page, she immersed herself in the world of adventure and mystery that the author had crafted.
the sky outside had darkened, and the gentle pitter-patter of raindrops soon turned into a steady downpour. The sound was a comforting backdrop to her reading, but as a droplet landed on the page, leaving a wet smudge, she realized it was time to pack up and head home.
Closing the book reluctantly, she placed it back on the shelf with care. The library held a special place in her heart, a sanctuary of knowledge and imagination. As she stood up, she noticed a few others hurriedly gathering their belongings, seeking shelter from the sudden rain.
I made my way to the large bay windows that overlooked the picturesque gardens of the estate. The raindrops danced on the glass, creating intricate patterns that blurred the scenery outside. It was a beautiful sight, and she couldn't help but be captivated by the natural rhythm of the rain.
With a deep breath, I stepped away from the window, her heart torn between staying in the comforting embrace of the library or braving the rain to make her way home. Eventually, practicality won over her desire to linger, and with her coat and umbrella in hand she prepared to leave. Mrs. Townsend, approached with a warm smile. "I see the rain caught you by surprise, dear. Don't forget your coat."
Smiling back, feeling grateful for Mrs. Townsend's thoughtfulness. "Thank you. The rain does add a certain charm to the estate, doesn't it?"
"It certainly does," Mrs. Townsend agreed. "Now, don't let the rain dampen your spirits. Have a safe journey home, my dear."
The scent of wet earth and grass filled the air, and she couldn't help but lift her face to the sky, embracing the momentary escape from the responsibilities that awaited her at home.
While most people hated the rain, Maeve found it soothing. She could bask in its calming embrace for hours, lost in thought. But, she knew she couldn't stay out in the rain for too long, lest she end up with a cold.
As the rain fell onto her face with a gentle touch, thought made itself known. what it would be like to be immortal like the characters in her books, forever able to bask in the rain without worrying about falling ill. She quickly shook the thought away, dismissing it as a silly notion.
Fishing her phone from her pocket, Maeve checked the time. It was already 8:40pm. She had let herself zone out again, losing track of time. Silently cursing under her breath, she put her earbuds in and made her way home, book in hand. As she walked, the sound of the rain tapping against the pavement filled her ears, and she felt a sense of peace wash over her.
Rain on me by Lady Gaga and Ariana played, the song fitting as I made my way home, lost in thoughts. The soft sound the rain soothing, as it played in the background. Humming along to the song, unaware of what lurked in the darkness.
A weird sensation came over her, and she called out to ask who was there. Turning to inspect her surroundings, Maeve was relieved to find nothing there. Laughing it off, she continued walking, but the sensation returned. Something wasn't right, and Maeve put her guard up.
As she walked, the atmosphere changed, charged with an eerie kind of energy. My steps became more urgent as I noticed the change in the air. But she soon heard footsteps approaching her from behind, stealthily, without making themselves known. Panic set in, heart beat quickening in rhythm with her steps.
Trying to shake off the unknown presence, Maeve weighed her options and decided to take a shortcut through the woods. The beast, however, was close on her heels.
The forest was alive with the haunting sounds of the night as I raced through the dense undergrowth, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. Fear gripped me as the beast's roars reverberated through the trees, its hot breath on my heels. My mind raced, searching for an escape, but the dense forest offered no respite. Panic threatened to overwhelm me as I stumbled over roots and fallen branches, desperately trying to stay ahead of the relentless predator.
