To Fear Is To Love

A Frightful Experience

Hey hey guys! Unfortunately, I didn't seem to reach my goal...:( but a lot of people have been adding this story to their library so I decided to update! Sorry guys if there are any errors, I'm on my iPod and you lot all know how the damn spell check is! Anyways, sorries! Also, the beginning of this chapter kind of freaks me out even though I was the one to write it... Also, ALSO, this is a really important chapter that's more of a filler than an interesting chappie. Whatever, just read.

Love and Hugsies,

~Sierra

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Chapter Two: A Frightful Experience

 Outside, rain crashed to the ground in clusters. It felt like I was in a trance as I came closer and closer to my house gates but swerved in the other direction, the way to the city library, the building that's so ancient, it's known to be haunted. That didn't stop me, though, as I rode my way up the driveway and dropped my bike on the grass of the front lawn, not caring if someone stole it or whatever. 

Arriving at the front doors, I found out that they were closed at this time. But--yet again--that didn't stop me and I pushed open the doors with a new-found, abnormal strength. The lock on the doors literally ripped open. As soon as I could, I rushed through the hall towards the part of the library that was as old as the town itself. My body didn't feel like mine as my fingers trailed the dusty paperbacks on the shelves, searching. To tell the truth, I didn't even know what I was searching for and I couldn't even tell what it was when I found it, throwing it on one of the tables used when people studied.

The book let out a cloud of dust as it landed, swarming me and making tears bite at the edge of my eyes, yet I made no move to wipe away. The tears kept coming and I just stood there, unmoving, as I cried silently. I continued to cry for what seemed to be over an hour before my in-obeying body held two cupped hands in front of my still crying eyes. Drops of my tears fell and hit my palms.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

The water around my eyes dried almost instantly and the drops in my hand started to change. I so badly wanted to scream, to run away from the library as fast as I could but I couldn't. I was left standing as the tears in my cupped hands turned a red that could be mistaken as black. 

Blood.

The blood poured out of my hand and covered the front of the book, spreading out by itself as though it was a living creature. It spread and hardened into a reflective surface much like a mirror. My head turned down on its own accord to face the blood mirror. I stared at my reflection in shock. M-my eyes, I thought, They're almost as dark as the blood. The horror didn't end there. My reflection--the one that wasn't seemingly 'me'--smirked,opening its mouth just enough to see the fangs that reminded me of the ones from my dream, as though it could read my thoughts. Which creeped me out further.

I was left unable to do anything as my lips moved, shaping words that I had never heard before. "Lacrimis electus. Lacrimis. Sanguis electus. Meum sanguinem. Clavem electus. Mea key. Ego electus liberet daemoni hunc in Librum velit." After a moment, I realized that what I had just chanted was some sort of spell. But... how is that possible?!

'Impossible' was the word that rang through my head when the window behind me slammed open, letting a breeze into the room. The sudden drift brought goosebumps on my flesh and flipped, violently, through the pages of the book in front of me.  Pages were flying around so fast and so hard, I thought that they would be ripped out. I was actually half expecting the book to fly away, but it didn't, which still left me in my frightening role.