A Thousand Year Obsession ✔

4. Don't Let Him Scare You

4. Don't Let Him Scare You

A small crash awoke me that night. I didn't realize it was that that awoke me at first, but as I sat up, clutching the blankets around my form, I realized that the small vase of roses set beneath the window atop the nightstand had been tipped over, and now lay shattered at the nightstand's feet. The window above it stood agar, the curtains blowing like ghosts towards me, attempting to escape the freezing draft from outside.

I dropped the blankets and leaned over towards the window, glancing down at the shattered vase. I didn't recall opening the window before I fell asleep, and that thought alone was enough to send cold shivers down my spine. I stood up and left the glass shards alone, figuring I would have to clean them in the morning as night wasn't the ideal time to be messing with broken pottery. I moved to close the window and draw the curtains when a small glimmer caught my eye. I turned away from the window and started towards the desk were another small flower head rested atop a small slip of paper. I moved the flower head and lifted up the paper, squinting to read it in the dim moonlight.

I began to murmur the words aloud, wishing to hear something if anything in this unearthly stillness.

"Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Give me a choice
And I'd still love you."

I paused, my eyes widening.

"But roses are blood
And violets are death
It's been a thousand years
And you still can't recollect.

"I came with a thought
To let you decide
To do this your way
And forget about mine.

"But once again
I messed it all up
I'm doing this my way-"

"And I'll never give up." His voice murmured the last part from behind me, and I spun around in panic as he emerged slowly from the shadows of the corner of my room. "Oh, how I love scaring you, Morgana." He chuckled, his blue eyes darkened to the point where they nearly resembled black.

I swallowed sharply and stepped back, clutching the poem tightly in my fist.

"Why are you here?" I asked, my voice wobbly with each word. "What kind of sick joke is this?" I held up the poem, but he only smiled.

"Oh, it's no joke Morgana." He whispered, taking a threatening step towards me.

I tried to step back again, but my heel hit the edge of the desk.

"I'm very serious. I've waited too long, and I just can't seem to get it right." He tilted his head at me, playing with the sinister smirk on his lips as his eyes sparkled maliciously. "I meant to do this the right way. I meant to do it your way, see? You gave me another chance with that pendant of yours. But I've messed it up pretty bad already and I don't feel like fixing it. Besides I do adore the color of your eyes when you're terrified."

I stared at him. "My eyes don't change colors." I stumbled a bit over the words, but spit them out of my mouth eventually.

"Is that so?" He asked mockingly.

I bit my lip, watching with fear slipping through my skin as he stepped closer to me. My stomach had already tied itself into knots and it seemed to be attempting gymnastics while in a pretzel.

I didn't respond as he continued to make his way closer and closer to me until he stood just in front of me, our clothes nearly touching. I could feel his radiating body heat through the thin fabric of my pajamas, and I desperately sought to ignore his sweet breath as it fanned all across my face.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked finally, breaking the itching silence hanging above our heads. My voice was quiet and hopeless. Afraid.

He didn't answer for a moment, merely trailed his fingers down the sides of my face, watching me with such an odd expression. I couldn't decifer it at all, what it meant or what it could predict.