In The Forbidden Forest All Alone (Part Three)

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A/N: Let the fun begin...

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Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

What was that sound? 

Leaves crunched underfoot. 

Urgent. 

Quick. 

Which direction? 

Which way? 

Drip.

Drip.

Drip 

The sound resonated throughout the wood. 

Crack.

Snap.

Run.

No time to lose. The deed was done.

Drip.

Drop.

Drip.

What was that infernal sound? 

Where were you?

Rustle.

Rustle.

Rustle.

Looked left. Nothing.

Looked right. Nothing.

Was something watching? 

Keen eyes. 

Hungry stomach.

Sharp teeth.

Male throat. Soft. Tender.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

He was oblivious. 

Only you on his mind.

Oblivious to the danger. 

Crunch.

Crack.

Snap.

Twigs crack.

He was at a clearing.

And in front of him, 

A body.


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