I'm Being Stalked By A Ghost & Hunted By A Vampire

Part Twenty-Three

The darkness is all around you. You've been in this black abyss for hours it seems and you've just now become aware of your voice.

You feel like your floating, that is until your feet touch ground. You stumble over the solid impact and quickly lose balance and begin falling back.

You keep falling even though you are sure you were supposed to hit the ground a long time ago. 

'I'm falling' 

You try to fear what's to come but all that you feel is a bittersweet emptiness, not able to have a strong emotion.

You watch as a small light shines from somewhere, it could be in front of you, or light years away, you could not say.

The light begins to grow, bigger, and bigger until it's blinding you. Sharp flashes make you aware that you are no longer in the darkness; you are now on a small island filled with an assortment of flowers. 

The flowers are different shades of blues and purples with one black flower and one green flower in front of you.

You're sitting in the center and notice that little balls of lights are floating silently around you, leaving a fading light behind them, giving you the ability to see.

You notice that this piece of land is floating in the middle of nothingness. An eerie mist has settled around the isle as you look at the two special flowers before you.

You feel something telling you to pick one.

You rest a hand on the green flower and feel a powerful control seeping forth. The desperation and possessiveness is so strong you quickly release the flower.

You stare in horror at how manipulating that flower was.

You place your hand on the black flower and begin to feel a sense of dread. The flower carries corruption and has malicious intentions; you feel that your core is shaken as you release the flower.

You freeze unable to choose, they are both terrible in their own way.

Something emerges from the darkness, stepping onto the island, coming up behind you.

It presses itself up against your body, resting its head on your shoulder as you sit up straight, keeping your gaze forward.

It's whispering incoherently, your hair rising as it traces its fingers down your arm clutching your hand in its.