The Dark Arts (ON HOLD)

The Dark Arts (ON HOLD)

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"Where do you think you're going?" I turned around and stared on in horror. My heart stopped dead and my throat choked. In one instinctive move, I took a step back. "Oh, you're not going anywhere from here, sweetheart, except straight to your grave," she snickered with malice. My heart was pounding, the sweat cooling me as it evaporated. It became a struggle to rouse my reflexes. Though abruptly, hurtling through the empty channels of my senses, came the realisation that being afraid was useless at this point in the battle. A battle I had to conquer for my family and friends --for the people I love. My first sensation of blind thankfulness was that my brain was going to withstand the trial. I stood up slowly from the rubble I'd been lying in, smirking at her as her facial features transformed from a devilish grin to a scowl disguising her immense shock. With rising confidence and my bond strengthening with death alongside each passing minute, I felt the last of my fears recede to the back of my mind. "This may be my last, but I will take you to the grave along with me." I announced decisively, now at my complete height. "You think I'm afraid?" I raised an eyebrow, chuckling slightly right after. All traces of amusement left me a moment later as I connected my gaze with her with a new found determination, watching the angst and flickering doubt gnaw at her. "That's where you're wrong," I whispered, a hot tear trailing down my cheek. "I've got you right under my skin..." _________________________________________________________________________ She was the light in the darkness. She was the good in the evil. The calm in the catastrophe. She was all those, but she was still human. She was still imperfect. And unaware. She had been doing perfectly well in life. Until evil gave a knock on her door, and became her undoing.
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Time didn't matter to her. She got up when the sun did and tried to sleep when the sun went down. because of this seemingly endlessness, she's forgotten her name, she's forgotten her family and she's forgotten everything she use to be. Now she was nothing. Living on the streets of a town begging for money and food from travellers that didn't know who she was, unlike the rest of the town that thought of her as something unnatural even though she doesn't know why. Constantly abused by the townspeople who don't understand her, she is left to die in an alleyway after a horrible run in with three drunk men. She was expecting to die and have her corpse eaten by rats and other vermin. What she didn't expect was to be saved by a woman that was everything but human. "Do you want to live?" This woman asked and when she looked into herself she knew the answer, it came easy through her busted lips. "Yes." From that day on she became something else, something not human, something extraordinary and from that day forth she will serve this woman who saved her life and maybe one day remember her name or be given one by her new Mistress. Maybe one day she'll remember who she was and maybe she'll even find the one person that completes her soul. From that day forth she became a Nightwalker. Completed. This is a lesbian story and contains mature actions between females. There will be warnings at the beginning of the chapter if you do not wish to read such content.

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