This is just a little something I have been working on for the past two years, I just want to point out that I am not a writer, nor do I write on a regular basis, it is just something I started doing when I was feeling bored. However, I may every now and then post little bits of it if it interests anyone.
Him. He who roamed the hills at night. Whose eyes glowed red in the dark. Who welcomed darkness with a smile like a lover caressing his lost mate. He who appeared before me while I was vulnerable. He who gave such nightmares that shook me to my core. He who caused me such pain. He came into my life and suffocated me with his overall presence. This man would be the death of me. I knew from the moment I laid eyes on him. And I hated him. I hated his face, his eyes, his smile and his power. But he didn’t seem fazed by that, in fact in more ways than one it made me all the more appealing to him. Apparently.