It was silent but Sarahs thoughts echoed in her head as she sat under the shade of a lush green tree. She couldn't help but wonder why she had dreamt of Jace, it was strange, but she would be lying if she said it was the first time.
As her interest became captivated by the studies of everyday mundane errands, she failed to notice the figure that lurked, hidden by the moving crowd, eyeing her every movement.
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(Jaces POV)
Jace couldn't help but admire Sarah's sleeping figure. He could almost picture her shocked fragile eyes starring at him, if she were to awaken at this very moment. Even the thought made him smile.
Their was something about her that he couldn't quit place his figure on.
She seem to brighten the air around her where ever she went, like an luminous flame was embedded into her soul, given off an endless wave to delightful bliss.
Shaking his head, Jace willed himself to come back ti his senses. He knew that depict the feelings that remand engraved on his heart, he couldn't give in to the temptation of she beauty. There were things she didn't know about him. Secretes that would reveal the past he tried so hard to bury.
Wiggling out of Sarahs hold, Jace made his way to the window. Opening the window slightly ajar, to let the fresh morning air welcome Sarah in her slumber before making his way to her, and tucking her delicate body into bed. And with one last look at her peaceful sleeping face, Jace disappeared, leaving no trace of his presence.
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(Sarahs POV)
As I drank in the morning air, along with the bitter sweet taste of my morning coffee, I found my eyes wondering the crowd, feeling an unpleasant presence eyeing me down. But despite my efforts, I couldn't push way the sense that I was being watched.
That was until my eyes landed on a man walking farther ahead, something about him seemed familiar. And then it hit me. He was the murder from my dreams.
I didn't know why, but my legs began to move without my command, following the man around the corner and through an ally way. Despite my mind yelling at me about how stupid it is to follow a murder into an ally way, my body refused to stop....that was until I found myself face to face with that evil wicked smirk. "Hello, there beautiful"
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Her Dying Fate
ParanormalShe who is blind and he whose sight has seen unspoken horrors. It is he whose eyes shine with the blood of those who've passed. It is his hands that have taken pain away but a touch that means darkness. He whose name taste of poison on innocent lips...
