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C. 20

Niklaus has been in his study for quite some time while I've been wandering around this place he calls home. When he first told me to explore I grew concerned with the fact that I would not be with him but he reassured me that he'd be there when I've concluded my exploration. I was still unsure but even if he did leave I would feel it, I've learned that I can sense where he is almost like we're connected somehow.

My exploration has shown me that he truly isn't from this time, in most rooms there were works of art by famous artists that have never been seen by the human world, there were sculptures that were neatly polished and still never seen by people from my world. This place held historical art and furniture but was seemingly untouched by time and dust, the more I wandered the more I realized just how clean his home was and then I began to wonder how he had so much time to clean everything. There simply wasn't enough time in the day, or night since he's nocturnal I suppose, how could he have kept such a place clean?

Throughout my wandering I somehow managed to find my way out into the dead of night. While the night was beautiful in it's own way I couldn't help but wish to be in the sun again, the few minutes of the fading sunset has made me silently crave the full sun and its blinding light. I do love the night though, it's when Niklaus is awake and I can be with him, but I do miss the day. In the midst of my silent brooding I didn't realize that Niklaus' garden was larger than it looked. I had been walking and taking in the various colors of flowers in the their full bloom, the trees that stretched towards the night sky and the tall shrubs that in their own way seemed to be growing in their desired directions. Though I've seen many flowers and plants throughout my days I have never seen any of these particular plants, their colors were bright but in the light of the moon they looked as if they were glowing. Their red and oranges lighting up the path I followed into the maze of shrubs and trees, and the trees themselves seemed to have moved as well. But I had realized that just a second too late, the plants were not just ordinary plants, they were alive in a sense. In the time I have gotten lost the trees have all drooped their branches down and in just a quick moment I felt the scraping of branches grabbing hold of my wrist and the shrubs wrapping itchy stems and leaves around my ankles. I fought against the branches and stems but it was a loosing battle because the more I fought the more that wrapped my body and slowly began the constriction.

One branch found its way around my neck and all together they squeezed, in an even motion that they did all at once. I continued to fight and struggle to get away but as they squeezed the fight within me was soon drowned out and I was left to just a few shallow breaths. With the last of my fleeting air I called out for Niklaus, it was no more than a whisper and I was certain that I had wasted the last of my air.

But as my lungs emptied and I choked on my lack of oxygen he appeared in front of me, to my eyes it was like he just came from thin air but from the breeze that rushed past me and the leaves momentarily bending forward as if they too were pushed down by a rush of air it seems that he did not just appear, he ran, at a speed fast enough to get from his study to me in just the blink of an eye.

"Down." He commanded and just like that, each branch and stem released me and retreated back to their previous natural state but for me I was left to follow his command. Due to the lack of air in my lungs and the command I was given I fell to sit on my knees and catch my breath as I waited for him to say something else but he didn't, not for some time as he paced back and forth in front of me. I watched him as he paced, I watched as his hands ran through his hair and caused it to become more of a mess but the more he paced the more the air became colder and the more the his eyes began to glow their deep bright red. Their color drew me in and I ached for them to look at me, to allow their gaze to fall upon me and even though I shouldn't, even though I know he wouldn't allow me, I wished for him to touch me. Not just the soft and gentle ways he always does on my chin and cheek but to touch me in every way he wanted, I wanted to be with him in the way he wouldn't allow me to be.