Mirrors and Reflectors

Mirrors and Reflectors

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People say you should fear what lurks in the darkness, but you should fear the things that blend in with society seamlessly. The things that know you inside and out with a single glance. The things that can impersonate you with ease. The things that can murder in the blink of an eye without a trace of remorse. They came to this world looking for something and nothing can get in their way. They are the Mirrors. They are the Reflectors. They are Everywhere *** He looked around the calm forest, ignoring the feeling of eyes on him. Glancing down to see what caught his attention earlier, he saw a note covered in a black liquid. He suddenly felt nauseous at the smell. He knew it was blood, and whatever it came from was incredibly dangerous. Slowly he bent down to grab the note by a dry spot. He read it and felt his stomach drop and fear skidder up his spine. With no hesitation, he ran back to the pack house with the note still in hand, the message playing over and over in his mind. Two drops of of blood from your Alpha is requested Bring it quickly, our patience is not to be tested At the time of sunrise Or the whole pack dies You won't be able to put up a fight All will be dead by twilight What am I? ~ Lilith
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Born between two worlds, despised by those who should love her. Being labeled as "defective", "incomplete", "impure". Suffering repeated and constant persecution. How could she believe in happiness? Her heart had been bombarded by countless insults over the years in her home pack..., but against the setbacks of life, she remained determined to overcome all obstacles and prove that she was not weak but "unique", as her father always claimed. Her Witch blood did not diminish her courage at all... But lately she had been feeling strange... dreaming every night of a man, or rather, of his silhouette. The strength he emanated was terrifying, like a being from the coldest, most soulless underworld... making her doubt her real existence and her own sanity..., but why, even though she felt a terror that paralyzed her body, she couldn't forget the sadness she saw in his eyes? They were begging... for what? Someone? A love? To be rescued? Who was that "God" that lived in the darkness? His face gave her the feeling of recognition, he was not totally strange to her soul..., but at the same time, she was absolutely sure she had never seen him before... her blood warmed and her heart beat faster... What did it all mean? Was it all a result of her longing for her companion who she was told would never come? Or did it really have some other meaning? I had to find out...

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