An empty, miserable and dark street was all you saw. The sense of familiarity and uncertainty being mixed together began flowing through your veins. It made you uneasy.
Though you were quick to realise that the comfort was something you could physically feel. Your chin was practically shoved against your collarbone, taken aback by the fact that you weren't wearing the clothes given to you from another century. You were wearing your own clothes again. Sweatpants once again !
The clothes, your clothes it felt so right.
The freedom of no longer being restricted to wearing a skirt was becoming overwhelming. You missed it.
The street lights. Literal lanterns, gloomed against the moonlight which made the sky burn in amber. It reminded you of something you couldn't recall. How frustrating. The glooming light looked warm but you felt so cold. There was no breeze but the hairs on your arms stood up in warning.
Although your eyes raced back and forth, trying to understand your surroundings, your feet were practically stuck to the ground as if a warning not to go any further.
As though your mind wasn't able to process for much longer, a sudden force made you sure of that. A harsh squeezing sensation on your windpipe continued. It was a figure, a shadow, the aura was evidently indigo.
As if your neck was closing up tighter by each second that agonisingly passed by.
His hand suddenly pulls at the necklace
You can't see his face but from the shadows you can barely make out the smirk evident on his face. He pulls at the necklace but it doesn't snap. It pulls and pulls against your neck digging into your skin you swear that it's broken skin as you feel the chilling coldness of seemingly blood dripping down the back of your neck. You can't even make out the features on his face as your eyes squint up at him.
"Delightful isn't it ?"
You're instantly awake as you jump, sitting up from the bed. Your eyes race around your surroundings seeing nothing but complete darkness except from the window. Normally, you'd turn right over and fall back asleep but now is different. Everything is different. The fear of something severely wrong grows the more you sit in bed with your heart racing faster by every second that goes by.
Your ears picked up on the sound of something not far from the window.
The sound was a caw of a crow
A crow or the crow ?
The sky was so dark, almost too dark you couldn't help but wonder...
Is the nightmare truly over ?
YOU ARE READING
Delightful | William James Moriarty x Reader
Fanfiction"Wouldn't it be exciting to just go there and leave this exhausting life of ours ?" "I suppose." "You suppose ?" "How delightful."
