Twas a cold and dark December evening; the air was crisp and fresh as the light flakes floated downwards from the sky. There was not a lantern burning, the only light was from the star-freckled sky and the brilliantly bright light of the full moon. As she walked along the lonely streets, the shadows rippled and twisted, keeping the unknown hidden from view. Jane trip-stumbled making her way to her apartment as quickly as she could. As she reached the cold warped steel door the black of the shadows convulsed behind her. She panicked. Shaking and pulling on the handle with no luck she turned to run with a panic stricken look frozen on her face. Enveloping her, the shadows solidified into a form. Faces loomed out of the shadow, each one in a different expression of torture, in their own world of unimaginable horror. Eyes widening, she turned, her body trembling, and tried the door handle once again.
Caught between the unimaginable horrors of the shadow and the unbudging steel door, she chose to face the horrors once more. She turned; eyes closed, and ran face first into the utter darkness emitted from the creature before her. Immediately surrounded, she felt millions upon millions of memories, emotions pour into her. What was this creature? What had it done? A dark memory flitted within the recesses of her mind. She gasped, trying to take hold of it.
The picture of a thousand bloodied corpses piled in the streets by the hundreds, the picture stained itself in her memory, blackening the thoughts she had from then on. Who were these people? Why were there so many? The thoughts flitted through her brain worsening every moment. Faster and faster they passed becoming increasingly violent until they stopped. The picture in her mind showed a beautiful young man, no older than twenty, swinging slowly from the rafters of a house. A macabre image it was, and she knew at once, that the man hanging was the thing before her. At the realization that this creature, this dark mangled body of a creature, could be that man, that beautiful, innocent-looking man, she fell to her knees in shock. Sobs began to rock through her body. How could a thing like this happen? What went wrong for this poor child?
Darkness played around the edges of her vision, and she realized she was not seeing of her world, but of his. Surveying the scene before her, she saw a boy, no two, the boy talking animatedly to an older man who looked to be his father. As her gaze settled on him, he glanced sharply up towards her. Gasping she flattened herself against the wall. He could see her, feel her presence. He was truly not of this world. This child, this creature, what was it? Where had it come from? What had happened to it to cause it to become this.
There were so many questions she had wanted to ask, so many questions she could not answer. She continued watching, surveying the scene before her. She needed answers, and maybe so could get some by looking around. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a beautiful woman who seemed to be enveloped by a cloud of darkness. Walking up to the boy, she took his had and led him to the study. Jacob followed quietly after. Only whispered murmurs reached her ears, whispered murmurs that spoke of seduction. She watched as the woman won him over all too quickly, and then abruptly stood up.
Spell broken, she looked at the boy, kissed him once on the lips, on each side of the mouth, and on the forehead. “Follow me she and all will be well,” she murmured, before walking briskly out of the room. What could she have been referring to? Where were they going? What was that beautiful creature? The woman turned around, looking at the boy. He sat, still in a trance. Shaking her head, she left. Violet breathed a sigh of relief. She knew what her purpose was.
She had to save the boy, thing, whatever it may be, from its terrible fate. How she knew not, nor did she know why. She knew this poor creature’s fate, to fall in rank with the soldiers that walk the shadows late at night, the blood thirsty beings that stalked their prey through town and village till their desire was quenched. She knew this and desired to stop it from becoming truth. The woman then vowed to do all in her power to protect this fair child, no matter the cost.
As if satisfied, the thing yanked her from the memory, and threw her to the ground at its feet. The tortured faces... they were the victims. All of the. All because of him. Realization hit her - the creature hated itsself. Hated what it had become. It wanted to be not but what it was before. The realization brought another shocking wave of body rocking sobs, tears streaked her face uncontrolably. At the site of this the creature let out a sigh of remorse. He knew it was him that caused this poor woman to cry in such a manner. He could not help it though, for it was not his fault. This, what he had become was too much. With little guidance, he searched for many years till he found her. The only person he could resist. This was not by chance, he knew she was meant to help him. With the knowledge of who she would be to him, he moves slowly forward, and reached out to the girl to comfort her as she cried. But he knew not what to do to help her.
