When Darkness Calls

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I love thunder storms.

Because sometimes nature can't handle the pressure.

Because sometimes the sky explodes.

Much like I wished I could do this very moment.

Her dream.

The cool dirt worked its way between my toes as I looked for a way out of the Forrest.
My normally clear vision in the dark seemed utterly useless, I was tripping over things I couldn't see.
It was as if I was blind, The only other working sense I had was smell.
But the only thing I could smell was the scent of an unknown wolf.

Beads of cold sweat ran down my neck.

I began to run, standing up in the same spot I'd started in after every fall. I'd turn to look fearfully over my shoulder every few strides, cursing at my hair for flying around in my face blocking my eyes.

Even though removing the hair with a flick of my chin didn't make a difference I felt as if the thing knew I couldn't see it would only taunt me worse.

I felt like the prey instead of the predator.

I was afraid. Something I was not used to.

The scent infiltrated my nose, though a part of me couldn't get enough of it. My head told me I wanted nothing to do with it.

The scent was intoxicating.

A strong fresh woodsy scent with an especially alluring mixture of jasmine and and something that I couldn't pinpoint, something dark that made heat rise to my cheeks.

"Here in the forest dark and deep, I offer you eternal sleep."

A shiver ran up my spine as I squeezed my eyes shut.

I stopped my running. Trying to calm my trembling body.

The whisper, the deep and seductive voice echoed all around me.

The voice seemed to alter a little each time I heard it but the familiarity was always there, it was one thing. One voice.

I had to run I knew it.

Run. Run. Run.

That's what I focused on, running until I was sore and sweaty.
Until cuts and bruises laced my arms after countless falls.
Until I could wake up.

End of dream.

"Your gonna get wrinkles!" I exclaimed dramitacally as I fell back into a worn fluffy chair that practictically enveloped me.

Evie stopped to stare in horror at my claim, but she took in my lazy and amused expression and scowled. "Don't tease me!" she threw a pillow at me and with a noise of frustration, went back to her pacing.

I giggled.

"Its not like you have to worry about wrinkles-" she scoffed, "you and your not quite as pale porcelain doll skin." she shook her head in jealousy.