Blinding darkness

Hey guys this is a story I had in mind that I really wanted to write out! It's only a little bit so far but I wanted opinions on the small bit I have written and see if I should go ahead and write this planned trilogy. Tell me what you think! ;D

CHAPTER 1

She stood there, at a standstill in the snowy tundra. Not an inch of her barely covered body moved. I felt my heart thump, an ice cold hand squeezed at the very depths of my soul. Her unusual, long, white hair whipped around her face to the harsh, cold winds of winter. The gale howled against the unlit fir trees of the forest. Streaks trailing along her pale yet darkened face. Her eyes, covered by a bloodied, ripped up rag, flowed in the direction of the gusts. As the snow fell, it seemed to create a small tornado, circling around her body to the tip of her head. Despite the darkness, she appeared to radiate a light, the source unknown, that as dim as it was, it could still help me make out her figure and partial features. Her head was bowed, her stance wide, her fists clenched tightly to her sides.

I felt breathless. All air in my lungs had been rapidly sucked out as quickly as it had appeared. Unable to move, my feet were frozen to the ground by the thick, eight inches of snow that had caved in over my trainers. I couldn’t help but stare at her. She was the image of dark beauty and yet her aura suggests her complexity. I didn’t know who she is, why she was here.

Not a thing.

I watched as she raised her head. If the rags hadn’t been there she would have been looking straight into my eyes. I couldn’t begin to imagine what her eyes may have looked like. It intrigued me beyond compare. My woollen scarf began tugging on me, pulling in the direction of the unknown girl as if to entice me to come closer. Who was she? Why was she out here in the middle of a blizzard?

..Was she alone?

As I continued to stare at her, my body quaking from the continual onslaught of the ice-cold snow, I took her frame in more carefully. She was quite small. Around 5ft 3inches from what I could make out. She was slender. Not too thin but a perfect weight I presumed as I scanned her body. She wore what seemed to be black leather shorts, completed with a long sleeved sweater. Her legs were naked and she stood bare-footed in the feathery snow.

There was one thing I was sure of. She couldn’t withstand this type of weather in the thin clothes she wore. Any longer and she could die. I’d seen someone die from the cruel winters in Alaska. I didn’t, couldn’t, witness something like that again. It was far too traumatising.

“H-Hey! Who are you? You need to get out of this storm its dangerous being out here with so few clothes on..!” I shouted out to her, to try and over-ride the volume of the wind.

I frowned as I didn’t get a reply in return. Setting forward, I lifted my foot out of the snow and set it down once again, a few inches away from where I’d previously stood. I lifted my arm out to her, beckoning her to come closer before I remembered she most probably couldn’t see. I sighed and stood still, thinking as I watched the cold puff of air quickly get blown away by the blustery weather.

“Hey..!” I shouted again, to no response. Frustrated, I took another step towards her, when I witnessed something dumbfounding.

The tie of the rag that covered her eyes has seemed to come undone. I observed as the cover seemed to fall in slow motion. I braced myself, taking in a deep breath. My heart seemed to throb in my chest, thud after painful thud until her eyes were uncovered. The blood-stained cloth fluttered to the forest floor.

She opened her eyes and the moment I caught sight of those big orb like eyes, I froze.

Her eyes were red. A pure crimson colour that seemed to pulsate as they stared right back into mine. I couldn’t help but feel like every bit of energy I had was fading… fast. I dropped to my knees. My body tense. I was scared, I realised. She shook my heart and soul from her intensifying stare.

Why did she have such an effect on me?

Who is she?!

Step by step, crunch after crunch of her feet compressing the snow under her feet, she moved closer. What was she going to do to me? She couldn’t possibly be normal!!

‘Was she a ghost…!?’ I thought. But that was the most I could think because before I knew it she was already standing right in front of me. My mouth couldn’t help but gape open as I seen her face, close up. Her pale, delicate white skin, so white it seemed to shine back with its purity. A full, thick layer of black eyelashes. High cheekbones with the slightest touch of pink gracing them. And sensually full lips that seemed to sparkle baby pink.

Her slight delicate hand started to raise and my first instinct was to cower away and yet… I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything besides stare at her. Looking nowhere else, my eyes completely and utterly fixated on her beautiful face.

Her palm faced outwards, in front of my face and with a flash of bright white light that seemed to…. Seemed to have been released from her hand itself, I felt the force hit my head, hard. I could feel myself losing consciousness as I fell backwards in the snow. My body was twisted in an awkward heap and the last thing I seen before I passed out was those lips of hers mouth two words.

“Found You.”