You know, living forever is not as fun as it may seem. There is a bunch of stuff that goes wrong. People die and leave you behind. You go through huge amounts of pain and on occasion, even torture. You get to watch the world go to shit and try to ma...
The eyes had held a certain amount of fear in them when I grabbed the owner, as if they didn't even want to know something had discovered them. Shivering I shut the library door, heading into one of the guest bedrooms. Had that been a ghost of some sort?
Or was it someone who shouldn't of been there?
One way or another, if they could hide from me, then they could probably hide from anything. Meaning it might not be safe here. I had to keep my eyes out, just to make sure.
Whether I wanted to or not.
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The feeling of been watched was getting worse by the day. It also didn't help that I kept seeing the same yellow eyes everywhere I went, the presence never leaving me. I was actually starting to lose sleep.
I expected this though.
I couldn't help but worry about all of the others, and I wondered often if they were happy and comfortable in their temporary homes. I know I was having a bit of trouble adjusting. I had nothing against Kyoko, she was a wonderful girl. The ghost problem was the one causing issues.
Let it be known now that scary stuff didn't get too me as much as it did America. I could watch a terrifying movie or read a horrific book and it wouldn't even give me paranoia. Let it be clear though that having an actual ghost floating around wasn't exactly a walk in the park. I hadn't seen any ghosts up to this point and I was hoping I'd never have to see one. I didn't want to believe in them.
Shuddering I ran my hands along my arms, trying in vain to calm my thoughts. My feet carried me from my room into the hallway, where I backed up against the wall. Moonlight filtered in through the blinds and made the space glow silvery, turning everything in sight into something from another universe. The shadows that sat in the corners resembled guards, silent and distant. The sights around me made my heart ache strangely, a form of longing building up within me.
The sound of a door opening made my head whip to the side, breaking my trance. Light shined from the storage room and I felt my eyes widen as I spotted England. What's he doing out here? Is he with Kyoko? The older nation seemed to enjoy Kyoko's company, spending time talking with her everyday for hours on end. It seemed strange that they would be talking at this time of night though, and I knew England wouldn't do something as far as to start a relationship with her. He knew better, after what happened to... Well there's no reason to think of that now. I took a step forward when I stopped in surprise, dread spreading through me after a second.
His eyes were unwavering and filled with tears, one escaping and sliding down his cheek as he took another step forward. I felt a feeling of fear wash over me. What's in there? I'd only seen England cry like this twice, like his heart was being ripped out and shredded. The American Revolution and The Burning. When he lost the two people he loved the most.
I started to run to him when I glimpsed a hand holding the door in place, opening it so that England could see into the room. The hand was attached to an arm that gradually turned transparent as I attempted to make the rest of who was gripping the door. England however didn't seem to see it, so caught up with whatever was in the storage area to notice. I opened my mouth to warn him but it was then that the door slammed shut, not making a sound but rather swinging closed at an alarming rate. England fell backwards, startled, and continued to stare at the door in longing and confusion. Getting to his feet he and tried the knob, only to find it locked. Sighing, he leaned his forehead against the door and stood there, unmoving whilst tears poured down his skin.
Then he spun on his heel and marched into his and America's room, the door closing with a soft click. I looked around for the almost invisible thing when I spotted a stoic figure, the outline of a girl's face clearly defined in the light from outside the window.
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Her hair shimmered in the glow of the moon and her skin was pale white, just like Kyoko's. Her yellow eyes pierced the darkness sharply and contrasted against her dark chestnut hair. She wore a dark green shirt that clung tightly to her body, her thin frame visible, especially at her legs which were hidden from sight using tight jeans. My eyes returned to her face where her lips were turned down in a frown and she seemed dissatisfied. She was beautiful, but the air she gave off was eerie and dark.
She didn't move, just staring at the place where England had disappeared into. I felt something stir in my chest, a tight feeling in my chest. I needed to talk to her.
Rushing from my spot in the shadows I crossed the room swiftly, grabbing her arm before she could react. Turning on me she lashed out but I caught her on coming hand, stopping its journey to my face. I pulled her close, putting her face directly in front of my own. My voice echoed around the room, sounding like a different person all together, "Who are you? What are you doing here?" I didn't let my eyes break away even as her gaze intensified, standing my ground as my legs started to shake.
The girl remained silent for a moment, her eyes alight with curiosity. Then she leaned forward, lips brushing my ear and making me stiffen I felt her smirk. "Silvana." Then she twisted away, moving gracefully as she raced away, fading into the shadows of the house.
I felt my legs give out and I sat in the floor, thinking. The sudden twinkle on the floor caught my attention. A bracelet made from brown course yarn laid on the floor, six jewels gleaming along the string. I felt my hand move of its own accord, lifting the small item from the floor. It fit easily in the palm of my hand and it weighed almost nothing, the gems each only the size of the tip of a finger. It was similar to the friendship bracelets you saw in the old movies, the ones made back in the twentieth century where girls would have stereotypical sleepovers and such. I focused my gaze my on the crystals. Each one was a different shade, everyone faded and slightly discolored: green, black, red, blue, purple, and yellow.
The yellow one reminded me of her eyes and a shiver passed through my spine as realization dawned on me.
When she had looked at me it almost seemed like she was a wild animal, her eyes filled with a fire that burned just to look at it. It was like she was a predator.
