Autumn killed the summer
with the softest kiss
I feel a distortion in my body.
The voice is there.
But it's far away, muffled like it's being shouted down several halls.
It's being sung. Almost in a sing song sort of way. As if the person who is calling for me is happy.
Like nothing would make their day more if I were to open my eyes.
The cold hard jolt of pain hitting my cheek has me gasping, eyes blinking wildly and shivering as I take in the scene before me.
Darkness lit up only by the barest light as a man stands, grinning before me.
"SSsshhhh shhhh hush now little Fayette."
The man grins down at me.
He is, by far, the most normal male I have ever seen.
Brown hair, with matching brown eyes. There is nothing about him- not his clothing, features or stance, that is unique or that stands out.
"Who are you."
He smiles down at me, delighted somehow by the question.
"That's the real question isn't it."
He walks closer, taking me in more as he flicks on several more lights.
I gasp when I see my work- laid out in tables before me.
All my instruments and journals, unharmed and there.
I make the motion to move forward, but am stopped at the cold metal I feel upon my wrist.
My head flicks up, fear now running through me.
"Who are you."
He laughs and shakes his head.
"I'm no one."
I take a step back, pressing myself against the wall as he comes closer.
I can almost feel his breath upon me.
"Please," the cry leaves my mouth before I can even think of what, I am begging for.
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Pride and Ashes: A werewolf StoryWerewolf
Prince of Werewolf's, Alto August Nolan has been searching for his life mate for years, traveling all around the world. The 'Dark' prince soon gives up though when his search comes up empty- and returns to attend the Blue Moon Ceremony. *~*~*...