Ghost Rider. Derek Hale

Act I.

Act I.

The Turning

"mortality is the most romantic love story ever told. you have one chance to do everything you should. then, magically, you move on..."

I stood there for a moment, gathering all the courage I had to step forward towards the voice. I gripped the bat with both hands and walked forward, trying to blink the tears back. "I refuse to die a coward." I muttered to myself as I slowly dodged the haphazardly grown branches. Although I was terrified, and couldn't see two feet in front of me because of the darkness and the tears blurring my vision I felt strangely in sync with my surrounds.

I had never been in this ghostly part of the forest, I haven't been in any part of the forest period, but I felt like I knew where every single object around me was located. I could feel the wet leaves under the sole of my shoes clearly. Their coolness emerged even past my shoes and socks and onto my feet. I didn't have to even glance at the branches to sidestep them. I could feel the cold dry air around me and could tell you perfectly where each tree in the surrounding stood. I also knew exactly where the voice wanted me to go.

So, that's what I did. I made my way over, despite the fear shaking though my body, to the base of the wicked tree. There, in between the dried roots of the  horrid tree was a carving. It was covered by dirt and pieces of broken off branches, but my eyes didn't hesitate to land on the carving. I instantly kneeled down to get a better look, it was as if I was drawn to it by instinct. Let me tell you, who ever carved the tree had the ugliest penmanship I've ever seen. Wait.

Only, I don't think the carving on the tree is english. They weren't even words at all. They were shitty little doodles of things that resembled animal heads, weapons, and cycles. I frowned my eyebrows leaning closer to try to decipher the drawings that made even Stiles' fridge drawing look like a Renaissance's masterpiece. "Lady of the Dead." I gasped out as the pictures somehow formed words in my head.

"Goodie, you can read." The same spine chilling velvety smooth voice purred. I turned my head to the sound of the voice, only I couldn't find it. That was because it was all around me, soft and calm, and cynical, and floating through the air. Also, I noticed it wasn't in English. It was a language I had never heard in my life, but I was able to miraculously understand it. It made my skin crawl just by hearing it.

"Who the fuck are yo-" Just like that I was stopped short. No time to yell, or fight back, or even figure out what was happening because I was plunged into complete darkness.

"perhaps she was darkness, and chaos, and destruction. but she made life worth dying for."