Evolution of Darkness
#1 of Evolution of Darkness
The night was cold and dark. The sky a midnight black, with the moon hazed by a thick curtain of swirling mist. My breath hung in the cold night air like the holy aura of a goddess, as it twisted and bound around my body. I took a sharp left, and found myself in the alley, the haunting, silent alley, which I often took as a shortcut home. My feet thudded as they hit the cold, hard concrete floor, and the sound echoed and reverberated off of the blacked out buildings. A sudden clang sounded to my right. The sound was a sharp and sudden noise that made me stop in frozen terror. A black cat was nudging along a can, looking for a scrap of food, a tiny morsel of which it can engulf. I smiled lightly to myself, realising my foolish fright. The I listened. The footsteps still echoed. I was still, but the sound of walking shadows still sounded. My heart was in my chest, my life in front of me. My eyes clouded with the fear of rape and death. Then there was the buzz. The terrorising buzz that haunts the mind and racks at your body. The sound that haunts me now, the sound that tears through my sleep and leaves me awoken with sweat dripping from my pale forehead. I turned to see him, the shadow with a circular saw. His pace never slowed, never changed, and his gaze was locked... on me. I turned and fled. My feet taking me incoherently through back alleys and winding streets, away from the approaching nightmare.
I stopped at a dead end and covered my mouth. My heart thudding through my chest. The footsteps were faint, but still audible over the dripping of dew from rooftops. They grow closer. Louder. My mind was racing and my eyes darted for any means for escape. I spotted my lifesaver. A fire escape ladder, fully extended, and climbing to the open roofline. I darted for it and started to climb. I was able to climb three rungs only, before an iron cold grip, gripped my leg and ripped me to the ground. The saw was so loud. Its buzzing screeched in my mind, and tore at my thoughts. He stood over me, the saw rose, and then it fell. It came hurtling towards me, and I tried to roll away. The blade slashed my arm and I screamed. I scrambled away, and backed into the corner of the alley. I felt the warm drops of blood slide down my arm, its warmth filling me with a strange sense of sickening rage. The shadowy figure came at me again, the blade buzzing angrily like a trapped wasp, drops of my blood spraying off of the blade as it span. He lunged at me, and I dropped, with lightning fast reflexes, and snatched up an old steel pipe that lay nearby. I swung it at his knees, and he crumpled, and as he did, I hit him upside the head with my new weapon of choice. He lay still, too still. I was breathing heavily, and lent up against the wall to catch my breath, which I realised, I had been holding. I crept around the lifeless body and began to walk. He grabbed my ankle and yanked at it. I fell with a yelp, and turned to lash at my attacker. He grabbed the pipe, as it swung towards his head. He pulled it away from me, and planted it into my stomach. I gasped as its sharp, jagged edges pierced my soft skin, and cried as it was removed, leaving behind a hole, which started to gush blood. The man tossed it carelessly away, and it rolled within my reach. I bit him as his hand clamped with icy cold menace. I snatched the pipe and plunged it towards is head. He screeched as the smashed into his eye socket, and his eye collapsed. He reeled back, and I smashed him in the head. He went down, he went down hard. I repeatedly hit him in the head, my mind filled with rage and revenge.
I snapped to my senses and dropped the pipe. I staggered to the ladder, and climbed. Blood was running down me, and I felt weak. I fell against a door, my strength sapped, and my body limp. Blood pooled around me. My vision blurred. 'My life cannot end like this...' I remember thinking. The door beside me opened, and strong arms wrapped around me.
"You are safe now" a smooth male voice said into my ear.
My voice was weak but I managed to choke out "Thank you" before I passed out in his arms.
The smell of sweet Jasmine flower awoke me from my unconscious slumber. My eyes flickered open to the dimly lit room around me. The walls were pristine white, the floor a clinical grey, and the air was dusty and thick. A figure was sat at the end of the bed. Long blond hair hung in straight sheets down the figures back. It was looking out of the window; his silhouetted features showed he was male. A beautiful, tall, man. He turned to face me, and he stared into my soul. His sharp green eyes stared straight into mine, and I could feel the intensity burning in the back of my mind.
"You're finally awake I see" the man spoke, in a low, rumbling, voice. He slid off of the bed, and walked to my side. "I thought you were gone for a few minutes". He leaned over, and kissed the nape of my neck. His tongue licked lazily. "I prefer my food alive" he growled. I tried to scream but his hand clamped over my mouth with impossible speed and strength. After one final lick, he bit, and then tore my throat out. I screamed a gurgled scream.
To be continued
Sorry for not saying what the species is, but this is a story setting tool. The next chapter will explore more about the character