Her : Your Darkest Desire

the begining

He was an introverted man with a lot of things going on in life. He worked several jobs to keep his mind off the woman who waited for him at home. She often nagged and bugged him for leaving his things around. "I live here too. Of course, my shit is on the floor." The bickering never seemed to end. He worked all day and wanted to just come home and relax. But was he surprised? No. This happens every time.

He picked his coat back off the bench and shuffled his shoes back onto his feet. "And where are you going?" she asked in a perpetrating tone. He let out a sigh as he slid his hands into his coat, "I'm going for a walk." She continued to fuss after him as he walked out the door, but he didn't hear a thing. The door shut behind him, and her words became muffled.

He walked off the porch and in the direction of some nearby woods. He is familiar with this walk - it is often his only escape from his girlfriend. This area is remote and only ever traveled by him and woodland creatures. As he enters the woodline, his worn down path welcomes him like an old friend. Once he is out of sight of the house, all the weight falls off his shoulders and returns to mother nature. She always knows how to care for him and his stress.

The cracking of newly fallen twigs beneath his feet. The birds chirping and gliding from tree to tree. Two squirrels are chasing each other around on some decaying trunks. He looks up at the sky thru the tree tops and sees birds flying over. As his eyes fall back down along his path, he notices something off.

The life that was just here is now gone. The birds are silent. The squirrels are gone. The path has seemed to become wider and clearer. A confused look comes over his brows, "I'm here almost everyday...this just doesn't look right." He turns around and looks back from where he came from. The path has disappeared behind him. "...this doesn't feel right." A deep pit has formed in his stomach, and his hands become cold. His path is filled with thorns and brambles. He can't turn back now.

He has heard about danger being close by when the wildlife falls silent. It's so eerie. He has no choice; he slowly turns back to the path he was on and continues walking. He pushes his trembling hands down into the pockets of his coat as he looks around warily for whatever may have trapped him. His phone. "Shit." He left his phone on the bench. "She's going to have something to say about that when I get home," he sighs out a puff of smoke in the chilled air.

Along his walk, he comes to a clearing in the distance. As he draws near a foggy silhouette can be seen. He could almost swear it was a feminine form... but she grew larger. Approaching ten more yards, the shape grew into the size of an abandoned house. "What the hell is this place?" His eyes scanned the land around the home. It was definitely dilapidated. No one had been here in years. It doesn't even appear that vandals had found this place.

He stepped out from the woodline and into the clearing. His feet almost felt nailed to the ground as he looked into a window of the home. The dark window grew darker in the center until the female silhouette showed deeper and darker than the rest. He blinked fast as he thought it was a trick of the eyes, and she was gone just like that.

He laughed to himself and shrugged his shoulders. "I must be so tired I am seeing things," he walked across towards the front door of the home, wanting to get a closer look. Once he was by the front steps, the door knob turned slowly. His body froze in fear. His hands in his pockets were held tight. His breath escaped his lungs.

The door slowly creaked open and hit the bare wall behind it. His eyes gave him no choice but to look inside. The home appeared as if it was still furnished but from possibly the 1960s. His body answered to a calling that wasn't his own. His feet walked him up the steps. His eyes widened as he was dazed and confused too what was happening. He tightened his jaw as his entered the threshold of the home.

He couldn't manage to move his neck, but his eyes explored the room. The dusty bookshelves. A sink still filled with dishes. An old tv with wooden toys scattered out in front of it. A mirror on the wall just off to his left that showed the opening of the door behind him. As soon as his eyes focused on it, her silhouette appeared within the reflection. It was dissipated by the slam of the door.

He was shocked back into his body. He jumped and turned around to see this beautiful woman standing between him and the door. He fell onto his ass and scooted away against the wall behind him, so fast that the mirror shook on the wall. "Wh-who are you?!" He almost winced in fear.

She was an enthralling figure to see. Her short black hair teased her shoulders. Her lips parted with blumpness. Her curvature was something carved from stone hundreds of years ago. Yet... there was something that was less welcoming.

She smiled down at his human flesh huddled in the floor beneath her. "There is no reason to fear me," she took one step closer, and he felt it. That presence that has had hold of him. It held him in place once again, but this time... he wasn't fearful. "I am here to help you..." Her words trailed off and echoed like whispers thru out the room.

His eyes glazed over as he looked up at her captivating face. "H-h-help me..." he whispered beneath his breath. His eyes trailed down her body. A red silk gown cascaded over her body and curves. Two high slits showed her perfect legs as she walked closer to him one step at a time she swayed her hips. As she stood directly over him, she then gracefully lowered herself to her ankles in front of him.

Her eyes glowed into his like a red sunset as she brought her lips closer to his. She let out a shallow breath against his lips. Her breath was cold, but he didn't think twice about it. 'Who is this woman in front of me?' He thought, '...and where the hell am I?' She smiled, and two small fangs glistened between her lips. "You're safe," she whispered back. "I don't plan on hurting you."

He had fallen entranced into her eyes. Locked in like an addiction. He felt his body moving in waves as if he were hungover. He fell deeper and deeper into her eyes. Dizzy and confused. His eyes fluttered until he fell back into his body. He was breathing heavily and shot up off the ground in a craze. He stumbled around, looking at his surroundings. He kicked about the dirt and leaves of the forrest floor. He spun around several times to finally notice where he was.

Back to where the path changed. The brambles and thorns were gone, and the path behind him looked the way it was supposed to look. He ran his fingers thru his short, messy hair and winced. His head had a slight pounding sensation right in his temple. He tried to remember what happened last, but he was so confused. All he remembers was that beautiful woman. And how he felt intoxicated by her presence.

'Who was she? What did she mean by that? Here to help me? What the fuck?' He slowly walked out of woods. Leaving more flustered than before but for something totally different. How was he supposed to walk back into that home and face her fury when he didn't understand what he had just experienced?

He looked up at the sky as he exited the woodline. The sunset. Her eyes. She was looking back at him. A chill ran over his body, but it grounded him in a weird way. A smile escaped the corner of his mouth, and he let out a final sigh of freedom. He began walking back towards his chamber of a home, wondering if he'd ever see her again.

Whoever she is...