Scream [completed]

Memory of Mamery? (Silas)

The girl was standing at the wooden peer, it was near-dark and clouds were rolling in. The ocean reflected the dark blue colour of the sky, it looked as if they were one. I could feel light droplets of rain, falling onto my skin. I breathed in the sharpness of the cold, night air. It was March, 1976. I'd driven from my home in Niagra, to stay a few days by the lake. I had to escape the scene of the massacre I'd recently pulled. The town of Niagara was piled up in bodies, thanks to me. I'd just arrived at the lake not long ago, I was starving. The rain continued but stayed at its light falling pace. I observed my surroundings once again. Nobody was here, except for the girl. Even from my distance, I could see her long brown hair, flowing in the wind. I took another step closer to where she was; she stayed still and unmoving. Another few steps closer and I could see the slight movement of her arms, shivering from the cold. The girl had really caught my attention. I was only a short distance away from where she stood and the thought of hunger had not once entered my mind. The girl was alluring; something about the way she stood, alone in the darkness, made me curious and wondering about who she was. Next thing I knew, I was putting my coat over her shivering shoulders. "Hello darling." I spoke softly. The girl turned to me and I stared in awe. She had round, hazel eyes, an acute nose and soft, pink lips. "Excuse me, I must be on my way now. My family and husband must be worried." The girl spoke in a song-like voice. Her implying of her husband made it obvious that she did not want my attention, which made me give it too her more. I searched her face, it was stern and her brows were slightly furrowed. "An arranged marriage, I presume?" I said. "Excuse me?" She said, shocked. I had to give her credit for her brilliant acting skills, but they just needed slight refining. Her cheeks were pink, and not from the cold. "My apologies to that, it must be horrible." I told her sincerely. "You know nothing of my life!" She said outrageously, but looked down as she spoke. I grinned. "What?" She yelled as she saw my reaction. "It's just that, you're still wearing my coat." I responded, my smile growing wider. She looked to my coat on her shoulders and grunted, very unlady-like. She grabbed the coat in her two small hands and pushed it into my chest. "Take it, and leave, sir." She spat. But I could tell that her voice was softer than before. I could only smile more, but I granted her wish. "Alright, but you must tell me your name first." Of course I wouldn't let her go, without something in return. "No!" She said automatically. I pressed my lips together and raised a brow. "No..." She said again, but didn't sound as sure. Seconds passed in silence. She breathed out a breath of air, leaving a white puff in the air. "Mamery." She finally said. I chuckled. "What's so funny?" She asked, slightly appalled. "Do not lie to me, sweetheart, I'd like to know your real name." She hesitated. "How..." She started. "How did I know you were lying? I could hear the beat of your heart quicken momentarily." I told her truthfully. But of course, she did not believe me, only shook her head slightly. I could've sworn a small smile had creeped onto her lips. Oh her soft, delicate lips. "Why are you so keen in knowing my name?" She wondered out loud. "I'd like to know the name of a beautiful woman, is that so wrong?" I replied. "The name of a married woman." She said. "I don't think that'll be a problem, sweetheart." I smirked. She blushed, confirming my statement. "Isabelle." She said quietly, shifting her feet. "It's nice to meet you Isabelle, my name is Silas." I then continued to ask for her last name, it took some time but she gave in just like the first time, but without the lie. "One last question, what were you doing here, so late, all alone?" I had the theory of "family issues" but I didn't mention it out loud. "Fresh air." Was all she said. "Thats all?" I pressed. She huffed. "That's a story for next time... I mean, not saying there will be a next time!" She quickly covered up, but it was too late, I was already grinning from ear to ear. "May you please, return to your home now... Silas?" She sighed, embarrassed at her previous comment. Though I couldn't help but feel warm at the sound of my name. "As you wish, Isabelle; but I promise you, you'll be seeing me again." I then turned and walked away from the lovely Isabelle Thomas.

A/N
Older readers can tell that this chapter does not make too much sense, unless you're amazing and remember Silas mentioning in the very first few chapters his first human love. I updated a couple of chapters to make the story flow even better, so I basically filled up a small hole in the story. If you're new to the story and have just started to read it, ignore this and continue, thanks! I may be adding one or two more parts of the story that contains more "thriller/horror" that will be similar to this chapter- a memory. Bare with me! Lots of love and thanks for reading, xxx Mona

P.S I know this story says its completed, and yes, it is obviously completed. But I've mentioned several times that I intend on editing this book for obvious reasons. (it needs improvement!) I don't have the patience to entirely go back and edit everything, cause ouch it's tough but you know, if an update pops out of no where, you can check it out if ya want. :D