The Night Stealer

"Who are you?" I whisper, my eyes widening as I try to retreat, crawling further back. Did I know him? I thought as I peered at his shadowy face. I think back to when I was awoken, and saw the dark silhouette standing in my doorway, igniting fear in my mind. My attention is snapped back to the present situation by a warm hand wrapped around my wrist pulling me out of bed to the open window. Panic builds in my chest as the wind whips my dark hair around and sends shivers down my half bare back.

"I know everything you want to know. Everything about your past." Even though he whispers quietly, his words are as clear as the moon light shining through my window.

"All you need to do is come with me." When I don't reply he draws me up onto the low sill and I start to struggle though not because of the daunting height. There is just something terrifying about being dragged onto a three story ledge by a stranger in the dead of night. A stranger whose grip is like iron wrapped around my wrist, and who claims to hold the key to my cold past.

I'm clawing at his hand, pushing at his chest, as screams build in my chest, threatening to burst out and wake my parents. The wind roars around me, as if trying to pull me out into its frozen hands.

I feel his hands loosen and I'm falling, smashing into my carpeted floor. Scrambling around, I try to find my bearings, until my escape is cut short and I'm slammed into the wall, this time with a soft hand covering my mouth. I give up the hopeless fight and lean my head back against the wall, squeezing my eyes shut as I try to calm my beating heart. He realises my submission and lowers his hand from my mouth but it quickly joins the other, pinning my shoulders to the wall.

"Come" he repeats, sounding like he had lent forward, closer to my face. Shaking my head, I open my mouth to refuse but nothing comes out as I feel his lips brush my ear. I draw in air as his breath fans down my neck, warm against my chilled skin. I go to push away, to shrink back further back into the wall but the words he whispers grab me. Paralyse me. Freeze me in place. I repeat his words through my head, trying to make them seem real.

'Come with me, Valissa.' My birth name. My birth name but not my name. How does he know? My eyes snap open and I stare into his as the truth hits me. He wasn't bluffing. He knows everything about my history.

I lick my lips and try to injecting confidence into my face and voice. I push him off with an ease which tells me he let me.

"My name is Malaya, actually." I say as coldly as possible, "and I think you should leave." I stand up and he sighs, saying:

"Just remember that I gave you a chance," and then hands grab me and suddenly I'm falling through darkness.

Slamming her book, Sophie stood up, dropping it, hard, onto her desk where she had been reading. The dull thud echoed around the room, pulling her back to reality. She checked her alarm clock, gasping as she saw what time it was. 12:08; technically morning! The soft glow from the digital clock illuminated her pale face as she put her book away in the draw. Sophie turned, ready for bed, but immediately went reeling backward for she definitely was not ready for what she saw... a dark silhouette standing in her doorway.

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