Night Walker
Her eyes closed blissfully as her body sliced through the once serene night air. Faintly, a melody could be heard coming to life as if from a faraway place. The piano played as if it was covered in the dust of previous songs, songs of another time. Softly, a full orchestra could be heard joining in as she drew nearer and nearer to the teeth of the rocks waiting for her. The intermingling melodies rose to a deafening crescendo as she was about to crash onto the sharp rocks, yet, with mere seconds to spare, she bent her knees to cushion the impact at the same time as she rolled to the side and down onto the black sand of the beach. She lay still for just a moment before rising to her feet, her melody still cutting through the night, and opening her eyes.
Opening her mouth ever so slightly, the moonlight caught and held one of her gleaming white fangs in its grasp for a brief moment until she turned towards the distant forest. The night went completely mute as her face took on the darkened, gaunt cast of a starved animal. Taking a step forward, she was engulfed in a swirling vortex of the very night itself. With another step, she stood in the middle of the dark and silent forest.
Remaining motionless for a minute that went on for an eternity, she tasted the air around her. As she stalked off in one direction, the orchestra began again, this time, with a harsh cadence that danced in the darkness trailing behind her. The wind began to whisper through the trees, the moon’s light barely piercing the mist that had gathered around her as she strode, leaving no sound but that of the orchestra to pierced what had once been a peaceful night. The shadows themselves quivered in fear before her commanding march, only to be swept along by the night as it trailed in her wake. Emptiness, lifelessness, nothingness itself took the place of the night as she passed by, focused on what only she could sense.
The crudely elegant twists and turns sung out by the orchestra altered the very perception of reality as it intertwined with the very essence of the night. A mournful howl pierces the air off in the distance. The moonlight brightens as if it is empowered by her mastering of the shadows, of the night itself. Though it should not be possible, the world grows a shade darker as she quickens her pace ever so slightly. Spun out by her presence, fear saturates everything, whether it is alive or not. Apprehension rides on the wings of the wind she carries within her aura.
The wind picks up speed, seeming to join the dance of the shadows and the cadence, making the song both clearer and more twisted at the same time. A chorus of howls rises to join the first. Lacing together with the orchestra, an unearthly melody is brought nearer to the world by the second, or so it seems. Just as the fear grows to an insurmountable level, the world falls silent. Neither a breath of wind nor a single sound pierces the darkness as she draws to a halt.
The world holds its breath as she turns, such a simple movement, yet it instantly rekindles the fear even as it throws more fuel onto its smoldering embers. Closing her eyes, fog further obscures the moon, and she raises a hand to brush a strand of her black hair away from her face. Yet that movement alone is enough to stop the heart of the entire world. Lowering her hand, her eyes - blood red orbs of pure evil - snap open, burning a hole in the spot of forest directly in front of her. The very air paralyzed under her gaze, the world stares in horror as she slides her razor sharp fangs out from beneath her lips. A slight pause, then she leaps into the bushes where a scream is heard as soon as she moves.
The wind returns as a gale, howls pierced the night once more, the moonlight sharper than ever, the orchestra’s melody louder than ever before all joining in song. Her mouth parts soundlessly, her fangs glint menacingly in the silver light as if made of steel. A silent scream of pure unadulterated terror can be heard as her jaws close around the throat of the person she holds before her.
Only seconds pass by, yet it could have been eternities, until she rises, blood dripping from her hands and mouth, her red eyes gleaming with exhilaration, and raises a hand. A hand that balances the world on its palm, a hand that is the harbinger of dread.
Opening her mouth ever so slightly, the moonlight caught and held one of her gleaming white fangs in its grasp for a brief moment until she turned towards the distant forest. The night went completely mute as her face took on the darkened, gaunt cast of a starved animal. Taking a step forward, she was engulfed in a swirling vortex of the very night itself. With another step, she stood in the middle of the dark and silent forest.
Remaining motionless for a minute that went on for an eternity, she tasted the air around her. As she stalked off in one direction, the orchestra began again, this time, with a harsh cadence that danced in the darkness trailing behind her. The wind began to whisper through the trees, the moon’s light barely piercing the mist that had gathered around her as she strode, leaving no sound but that of the orchestra to pierced what had once been a peaceful night. The shadows themselves quivered in fear before her commanding march, only to be swept along by the night as it trailed in her wake. Emptiness, lifelessness, nothingness itself took the place of the night as she passed by, focused on what only she could sense.
The crudely elegant twists and turns sung out by the orchestra altered the very perception of reality as it intertwined with the very essence of the night. A mournful howl pierces the air off in the distance. The moonlight brightens as if it is empowered by her mastering of the shadows, of the night itself. Though it should not be possible, the world grows a shade darker as she quickens her pace ever so slightly. Spun out by her presence, fear saturates everything, whether it is alive or not. Apprehension rides on the wings of the wind she carries within her aura.
The wind picks up speed, seeming to join the dance of the shadows and the cadence, making the song both clearer and more twisted at the same time. A chorus of howls rises to join the first. Lacing together with the orchestra, an unearthly melody is brought nearer to the world by the second, or so it seems. Just as the fear grows to an insurmountable level, the world falls silent. Neither a breath of wind nor a single sound pierces the darkness as she draws to a halt.
The world holds its breath as she turns, such a simple movement, yet it instantly rekindles the fear even as it throws more fuel onto its smoldering embers. Closing her eyes, fog further obscures the moon, and she raises a hand to brush a strand of her black hair away from her face. Yet that movement alone is enough to stop the heart of the entire world. Lowering her hand, her eyes - blood red orbs of pure evil - snap open, burning a hole in the spot of forest directly in front of her. The very air paralyzed under her gaze, the world stares in horror as she slides her razor sharp fangs out from beneath her lips. A slight pause, then she leaps into the bushes where a scream is heard as soon as she moves.
The wind returns as a gale, howls pierced the night once more, the moonlight sharper than ever, the orchestra’s melody louder than ever before all joining in song. Her mouth parts soundlessly, her fangs glint menacingly in the silver light as if made of steel. A silent scream of pure unadulterated terror can be heard as her jaws close around the throat of the person she holds before her.
Only seconds pass by, yet it could have been eternities, until she rises, blood dripping from her hands and mouth, her red eyes gleaming with exhilaration, and raises a hand. A hand that balances the world on its palm, a hand that is the harbinger of dread.
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