Darkness Ahead

Chapter 1: Without Hope (part 1)

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Chapter 1: Without Hope

The dim moonlight casted an eerie glow on her silvery pale skin- making her seem almost translucent in the white glow- and her silky straight black hair. It was the same black hair that Damien's fingers used to run through whenever he held her. His arms wrapped around her, as her head snuggled into the crook of his neck. Damien Lightenwood knew he could have stayed like that, holding her in his arms, forever.

Unfortunately for him, he probably would never be able to hold her again. Why? It was a question that led him to a very simple answer. So simple, yet it filled him with never-ending dread. Because tonight... Tonight was the night where They would take her life.

She was on her knees; her hands at her side, limp and lifeless. She reminded him of an angel, so beautiful and pure. Though one thing struck him as odd, angels never needed help (and  the maiden obviously needed his), angels gave help, gave hope.  Barely visible, the silver camouflaged well with her pale skin, were chains that held her to the ground. The chains didn't seem necessary though, the young lady was clearly unconscious.  Her head hung limply- facing the ground- and images flashed in his mind, of all the people he had ever loved that died and... she was with them. 'No... No... They needed her alive for the time being!' Damien thought to himself, as he tried to reason away the growing fear inside of him.

If you were oblivious to the monsters that lurked in the woods, you would not even notice Them stalking you until Their cold hands were around your throat and by then... Well, if you were lucky (extremely lucky) you would be given a quick painful death. But more often than not They wouldn't give you that kindness, in the end Their victim would be pleading for death to take them. But all those horrible details of that awful tale will be told later.

Their clothes, a dark bluish hue, matched so well with the darkness of the night that only a trained-eye could spot Them as They  around her. The moon's wicked light, which reflected off the maiden's lovely skin, seemed to be soaked into their ebony clothes and consumed by Their darkness. Watching Them circle around her like vultures waiting for their prey to slowly die, made Damien clench his teeth in rage. He had to reach her! He must save her!

He was crouching, had been for the last 20 minutes, watching and waiting for the right opportunity to save her. There was none. If he wanted to save her, he would have to get passed Them. Damien clutched his sword of light, Gladius Lucis, tighter. He took a slow steadying breathe and looked at the sky. It was such a beautiful night, so beautiful that the twinkling stars seemed to taunt him. Tonight was a night they should have spent together. Laughing and talking, holding each other, but no... Tonight was completely different.

It all seemed so surreal, like a sick twisted dream that he couldn't wake up from. But lucky him, this was no nightmare. The moon was about to reach its climax, which would seal the fate of the one he loved. 'Great, I wasted to much time!' He mentally yelled at himself. He had to take them down quickly and being greatly outnumbered the odds weren't in his favor. But this didn't surprise Damien; his enemies seemed to always outnumber him now. He was use to fighting against many enemies and win... But he had never been put under a time limit before. 'Better start now then.' He though angrily.

Quickly he rushed out of his hiding place- a bush that was filled with thorns, which he found out a little to late, much to his great annoyance- and charged at them. As soon as he stood up pain instantly shot through his legs (they were stiff from crouching in the bush for so long), but with adrenaline pumping throughout his veins, the pain seemed insignificant. The feeling of battle lust always drowned away the physical pain of battle (well, most times). Damien ran towards them, his Lucis in hand, without making a sound. He had trained, ever since the young age of 13, to be a silent predator; able to stalk prey without getting noticed till he was within killing range.