Soft beaming streams of the blindingly white moonlight peeked through the silk curtains of the window across from me as I sat up for now what must be several hours of sleepless hysteria. Daybreak was so far and the impenetrable darkness of the surrounding room sent me in and out of a continuous loop of fear of what could be lurking in the shadows. I was always so terrified of the dark and now as I grew older the fear has only just manifested itself into something more; I convinced myself that I could make it through out the night with the hall light off and my bedroom door shut but the regret couldn't be more hard on me. It pressed down on my chest taking every last bit of air from my lungs, taunting me and my cowardness. I turn to look over at the window expecting to see some kind sickly frail, bony hand tapping the window even though I knew there wouldn't be anything but towards the corner of the window shingles I could see some sort of blob blocking the design that was identical on the opposite side. My heart sank to the pit of my stomach and I watched intently as the blob moved closer and closer to the middle of the window. I could make out a clear outline of human face with horns; assuming it just some sort of prank to scare me I turn over onto my side away from the window, holding my arms close to my chest. Turning away was one of the worst possible things I could have done because right as my back was turned, the figure began to climb up and through my window. Light footsteps on the hardwood floor caused the bellowing echoes of the creaking floorboards stopping right at the foot of my bed.
I yanked the blanket up over my eyes, accidentally snagging my ring on my lip tearing it open. I cover my mouth with my palm to halt any sort of reaction sound, feeling wetness envelop my hand. I pull my hand away observing my red stained fingers. I slowly sit up staring down at my hand, shifting my body to position myself to get up until a strong persistent yank on my shirt pulls me back. Their long gentle fingers sweep across my chin smearing the blood across my mouth and on his hands, rubbing the thick crimson water into his skin. The palm of their other hand cascades down my arm to my stomach, massaging gently. Once my skin came into contact with theirs, I begin to feel a knot at the pit of my stomach and wherever their warm hand danced on. My skin started to turn black, peel and decay only to quickly revive itself seconds later to it's natural beauty once they removed their hand. The pain slowly begins to subside till it was barely noticeable at all. Moving my head onto their arm to support my neck, they run their hand through my stringy tangled locks, humming in a calming soft voice. A few grunts and groans escaped their mouth as they climbed up onto my bed and it was clear to me now that this was a man.
He lets out an abrupt sigh grazing his fingertips up and down the small of my back in a painfully slow rhythm making me shiver in protest. His other hand moves down to my thigh, grabbing it hard almost digging his nails in to support me as he pulls me onto his lap. "I don't mean to frighten you, my love." His voice was very soft and muffled so I could just barely hear it. He cups my chin in his hand turning my head so my eyes face him. He notices my pupils were dilated slightly from fear as my eyes scan his face which was covered by a metal horned mask, it's chin coming to a point. Sculpted into it was finely detailed slicked back hair, deep set eyes and a prominent nose but no mouth. He leans in close, head tilting to the side and I stare at the crystal blue color of his eyes, being the only real color to his lifeless complexion. My first instinct was to get up and run away but I couldn't, it's like I was glued to him; his eyes....his beautiful eyes make me feel like he's holding my mind prisoner with his hypnotic gaze. The longer I stared into them the more at ease I felt, something about him was so inviting and warming to my heart. I reach my hand out to touch his face, my fingers felt numb to the cold sensation of the metal making me retreat and as I do he slips his hand into mine, squeezing tightly. "W-who are you?" I manage to say with a stutter and my teeth chattering from the cold breeze entering from outside. "My name is Omega, that's all you need to know." His words sent shockwaves throughout my body, he spoke with a very soft and sweet tone to him making my face flush a slight pink tint but as I take a peek over his shoulder I notice the sun rising overhead, the beautiful swirl of colors was really a sight to behold. Without any warning I feel all the warmth leave my body, my eyes frantically dart around and I feel myself almost wanting to cry at the sight of an empty room. I pased around for hours hoping for even the slightest chance of him coming back. I longed for his touch, the way he held me so dearly. My soul desired him so deeply, and I felt myself somehow overcome by sexual attraction. The mystery and devilish aura I got off of him only made it worse. I didn't just long for his touch in a friendly way, I wanted him to ravish my body and treat me how ever he wanted. Its quite clear the sleep deprivation is making me lose my mind.
