Mine (Unedited) (Discontinued?)

Chapter 37

How could he have led her on like that? How could he have let her begin to care for him only to have her find out that he had to kill people in order to stay alive?

Althea panted heavily as she ran through the forest, tears streaming down her dirty face. She had been running for what felt like hours, the trees blurring past her as her tears obscured her vision. The burning need to get away from the danger prevented her from stopping, from resting and gaining her breath once more.

Finally, a mangled root jutted up from the ground and her foot caught. Althea cried out as she hit the ground, pain shooting through her right ankle and the left side of her torso as she fell on a long jagged rock.

The blonde whimpered as she attempted to stand again, the pain burning through her. She tried to ignore it, determined to get farther away, to get somewhere where no one knew her and where Slenderman wouldn't be able to find her. Althea would curb her curiosity; she would turn into the flighty broad with no sense of self that everyone expected her to be.

Anything to get away from everyone that wanted to harm her.

Althea stood shakily, moaning quietly at the pain that increased when she tried to put weight on her injured foot. Her will wavered, and she sunk back to her knees.

How could she have let that... that monster let her think he cared about her?

Althea let out a sob, her exhaustion finally catching up to her. She had been running for a straight hour, the only pauses she took being when she would trip and land in the dirt or mud as one tumble had resulted. It was now that she had finally let herself stop the endless running that she felt the stinging of scrapes and throbbing of bruises alongside the burning of her ankle and ribs.

Althea brought a hand up to wipe the tears away from her eyes, her sobbing and her exhaustion making it impossible for her to have noticed the figure looming ahead and to the left of her...

Althea shot up, a loud gasp piercing the silence of the dark room she had been sleeping in for the last several months. She shuddered, frowning at the low light the moon cast on the wall opposite her.

Ever since she had found that damned mansion two weeks ago, that nightmare plagued her. Every time Althea closed her eyes, the sight of that looming figure haunted her, forced her to relive the terror of that night three hundred years ago.

The woman growled in irritation, throwing the blanket she had been using off of her. She would not let that turning point of her life torment her, not when it had made her stronger, made her into what she is now.

The blonde grumbled to herself, walking into the kitchen on quiet feet. She glanced at the clock, and her scowl deepened when she noted the glowing green numbers. That blasted nightmare had woken her at three in the morning.

With sluggish movements, Althea began to brew a cup of coffee. She needed the energy it would give her if she wanted to go downstairs and play with the toys she had captured when she took over the house.

As she drank, Althea stared out of the kitchen window and let her mind wander over her plans, though incomplete as they were.

She had been debating between taking care of the one living in the cabin separate from the mansion and kidnapping the redheaded human she had seen outside the mansion to torment Slenderman. Of course, she supposed she could always do both, but if she did that she would need to time her actions perfectly.