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When Night FallsWritten by Katie W. (justkatz@hotmail.com)"Are you lost?" Alana spun around to the sound of a voice that came from behind her. A man stood, wearing a thick black coat draped casually around his shoulders, a green walking cane clenched in one hand and a smile that hide some secretive interior. "Umm, who are you?" The man crooked his head ever so slightly to the side, scanning Alana's feature with his piercing blue eyes. "You're not from around here are you?" He asked, his voice hoarse. "I... I'm not sure." She frowned, trying to shake her head clear from the confusion that surrounded her like a thick fog. She searched her memory, trying to remember how she had gotten here. The sound of a distant train was suddenly heard, but the howling wind around them made it almost seem like a ghost train. "Where am I?" The man smiled once more. "You must be cold," he said, eyeing her thin t-shirt and worn out jeans. "I'd love you to come stay at my house for the night, after all, at this late hour, where can you go?" Alana looked around the barren town, the dim glow from the moon was barely enough to even distinguish the houses from the street. It was strange for a town to be this dark at night, even if there had being a blackout, many of the families would light lanterns to hang outside their house in case foreigners would happen to stumble upon the village. "If it's not too much trouble," she said uneasily, glancing at the man. There was something strange about him, Alana thought as she followed him along. Although it was dark and she could hardly make out his appearance, even his most subtle gestures unnerved her. They stopped outside a small building, where Alana nearly fell over from overestimating the size of the steps to the front door. "Ohhh.." She fell forward, grabbing onto the man's coat. "Be careful, it's dark out here." She stepped cautiously into the house, glad to find the small fireplace lit creating a warm and soothing glow to the room. She turned and caught her first proper glimpse of the man who had invited her into his home. Surprisingly he was quite young. She had expected a rough and scarred face, that was tanned from hours of labor in the sun with bruises and scabs. Instead, what met her eye was far from what she had expected. He had lovely skin, smooth and soft, a pair of eyes that was simply beautiful. Lips so lust and desirable that her instinct about him before vanished. He was beautiful. He caught her looking and smiled. So beautiful. "I'm sorry about the mess, I wasn't expecting any visitors." He said, looking kind of embarrassed. "Not at all." She replied barely removing her eyes from him. "You have a lovely place, very cozy." "Thank you." He removed his coat and set it aside. Running a hand through his wavy brown hair, he sat down at a seat near the fire. "Please sit down." Alana obeyed, looking nervously around. "So how did you happen to stumble upon here." "Oh... um..." Alana thought back, trying to remember what had happened. "I was at a party," she frowned, a vague memory of people walking about and loud music came to her mind. The man nodded, waiting for her to continue. "It's so blurry, I can't really remember how I ended up here." She looked at him. "Thank you for letting me stay here for the night." He waved a hand at her. "It's no problem." His blue eyes sparkling. "What's your name?" "Alana." "Ahhh, what a beautiful name." He leaned forward, gently brushing his arm against her leg. Her skin tingle at the connection. "for someone so beautiful." She giggled nervously, glancing at the fire, then at his cane, resting beside him. "I had an accident a while ago, my leg isn't as good as it used to be." "Oh I'm sorry." "It's ok. It's not so bad." He pushed a lock of hair behind his ears, which Alana noted wasn't brown like she had first thought, but instead blonde. "Do you live alone?" She wondered. He nodded. "I like being alone." He said quietly, gazing off into space. Alana nodded, feeling an uncomfortable chill down her spine. "Um, you look quite young, where are your parents?" He went quiet, as if thinking of something as he stared into the flames in the fireplace. "They're.. around." He said simply. He looked back at her, and smiled warmly. "Where are yours? You shouldn't be wondering around in a dark strange place by yourself." Alana thought it odd he had described his town as a dark strange place. "I told you, I can't remember how I got here... Do you have a drink I'm thirsty." A funny smile came across his face. "Of course Alana, let me just go get you one." Alana fidgeted nervously in her seat, glancing back to see the stranger's back facing her. "Here you go." He handed her a glass of orange liquid, which she assumed was orange juice. "I'm sorry I don't have anything fancier." "No this is fine." She grinned at him, taking her first sip. "Aren't you going to have one as well?" He shook his head. "No I'm fine." He sat back, watching her. Alana looked down at the ground, feeling more uneasy by the second. After a moment of silence, he stood. "I'm sorry, it's quite late and if you'll excuse me, I think I might head off to bed." "Oh that's fine, please don't worry about me." He gave her a smile and walked away. Alana sank deeper into her chair and sipped on her juice. "Hmmmmm..." she stirred in her sleep, half awake and half in a dream. She felt incredibly light, like a feather, like she was floating in the air. She waved her arms about, tantalized at how light and free she felt. Her feet left the ground and she was flying. "Mmmmm." Everything seemed beautiful and sweet. Beautiful colors danced before her eyes and seemed to hug her body. She wanted to laugh and spin around, but instead she floated upward, so light and free. "Alana, wait for me… let me catch you." A heavenly voice said, making her heart warm. She felt soft gentle arms wrap about her shoulders. "Mmmmm." They felt delicious against her skin. She raised her arms and wrapped them around the body that seemed to float up and into hers. "I've got you." Someone whispered, burying their face into her neck. Sweet, delicate kisses traveled along her neck and to her cheeks, lips so gentle it sent tingles from the top of her head down to the tip of her toe. She shivered in delight, smiling in pleasure. "Mmmmmm." "You smell so nice." The voice mumbled hoarsely, running a hand down her back and the other along her cheekbone. "You feel so good." He hissed, landing a kiss on her lips. "You are beautiful." "Mmmmm." She felt like she was dancing. Her body intertwined with his, it was like they were one. "Hilary..." the voice said, pulling back to look into her eyes with his bright blue sparkling eyes. "I love you." She smiled, tilting her head back to face the moon while hugging his form to her chest. "You barely know me." "Hmmm..." he moaned into her. "I love you...and you love me." He said, gently stroking her cheeks with his fingers. "We have to be together...forever." He echoed the last word "Mmmmm." They melted into one another, dancing into the night. Lightning lit up the night sky, filling the house with a loud bang which startled Alana awoke. She jerked upright and looked at her surroundings. She frowned, slowly remembering where she was. Memories of the dream she just had came flooding into her mind. How strange, she thought. She could still remember the way it felt dancing in the air, with that guy's arms around her, kissing her. He had called her Hilary. She frowned, remembering the way his blue eyes had looked at her, so loving, yet so cold at the same time. Suddenly she heard a noise coming from somewhere inside the house. Her heart froze. Her body stiffened, listening carefully not daring to move. There it was again. It was very faint, like a thud. Not realizing what she was doing, she found herself get up from her chair. More lightning filled the silent night, making her jump out of her skin. She looked around, there was only one other door besides the front door that she could go through. Surprisingly she began walking towards it. She wondered why she didn't just get out of there, go anywhere but here. There was something definitely creepy and wrong about that man. As beautiful and innocent as he might seem. The door led to a long corridor, completely pitch black until the lightning struck once again, lighting up the path which led deeper into the house. Alana paused, wanting to go back but her legs refused, they lunged forward, oblivious to their master's wishes. As she walked down the corridor, Alana was instantly aware of the smell. Something stank really bad and she didn't want to find out what, but once again her legs disobeyed her, edging her forward against her will. Surprisingly, she seemed to know exactly where to go, or her legs did anyway. She headed right to the door at the end to the left. It was already slightly open, and as if on cue, they creaked forward as if inviting her inside. Alana took in a deep breath, about to discover what lay behind that door. She stepped inside. It wasn't a big room, but quite small. It reminded her of her old room in Connecticut, the one she hated when she was little because it was more like a closet than a proper room. A long table was situated in the middle of the room with candles lad out all around it. But it wasn't empty, there was something on the table. Something dead. "So good of you to join us." She turned in surprise and caught the stranger step out of the shadows. "We were waiting for you." He hissed. She fell back against the door. "Who are you." She managed to say, riddled with fear. He grinned, stepping forward to reveal a sharp shining object in his hand. "Who am I? I thought you would have recognized me." His faced twisted into an evil smile. "I'm Tyson, of course." Alana looked at him confused, not quite sure what he was talking about. She watched him step up beside the body laying almost peacefully on the table, she noticed he didn't have his cane with him and was limping slightly. "Look at her. Isn't she beautiful?" Alana looked at the rotting corpse on the table and cringed. He was insane! "What do you want from me?" "You don't know how hard it is." He whispered, tightening his grip on the knife. "I just want us to be happy." He was looking at her now. His eyes softening a little at the sight of her. "You don't have to be afraid." He moved away from the body and began walking towards Alana. "I'm not a criminal. I'm not some murderer. I just want to be with someone who loves me." Alana edged away as he reached out for her. "Please," she cried. "Don't hurt me." He looked at her confused for a moment. "I won't. I won't hurt you." His voice went quiet. "How can I hurt someone as beautiful as you." "What do you want from me?" Tyson looked down at the knife still held firmly in his hand and looked up, his eyes glowing as if like the devil himself. "Your soul." He said simply. Alana's eyes widened, knowing exactly what he was planning to do. "Don't be afraid. It won't hurt for long. Soon we'll be together again." He looked back at the corpse on the table. "We'll all be together." "You're nuts! You won't get away with this. Soon people will find you, find out what you've done and put you away." He shrugged. "You're just one out of many. People are stupid, they'll believe what they want to believe." "I don't understand." Alana thought desperately, trying to buy some time, maybe talking to him would help her figure out a way of getting out of here. She glanced at the door. He was standing in front of it, but what if she distracted him, maybe it would give her enough time to escape. "Why are you doing this? Why me?" He seemed to think about this, interested by her curiosity. "You are what I hope will be the next reincarnation of... Someone I lost dear to me. Someone who was very close to my heart." Alana frowned, confused. "Me? But that doesn't make sense, if I'm dead how can I be..." "Well, not really you." He pointed his knife at her stomach. Alana gasped. She didn't know how he could have known about her being pregnant. She hadn't told anyone. Not even the father. He couldn't be serious though, she wasn't even 4 months pregnant, how can he seriously think the baby would survive? "That's impossible. I don't know how you know about my baby but he isn't fully developed yet. It'll never work.” "Now, see, I've already thought of that." He paused looking at her, then waved his knife at her. "Before I continue I suggest you move over there." He nudged her roughly further into the room. "I have discovered a way of bringing people back from the dead with this book." He pointed to a thick old pattered book that lad open on the table next to the corpse. "It has taught me a lot about life and the progress of reincarnation, about the dead and the spirit, and about the ability and power to connect the two. I have the secret of the world at my fingertips." He paused. "And, I won't be alone anymore." His eyes glowed like flames, hungry and determined. "You see Alana, I don't even have to kill you. You're already dying. A dose of poison will make you dead in about," he looked at his watched. "5 minutes." The orange juice, Alana thought, suddenly feeling nauseous. Her vision blurred for a moment and she felt dizzy. She placed her hand out onto the chair beside her to steady her balance. "No," she whispered. Tyson nodded, almost sad. Her eyes wondered from the knife in his hand and the door that would lead to her escape. She had to find a way out, she wasn't going to let him do this to her, as nuts as she thought he was, even if what he says was true, there still might be some hope if she could just get to a hospital. Her hand felt the hardness of the chair beside her and continued. "But, what about the other girls you've killed? Why not them? Why me?" "For it to really work, it had to be someone who shared the same blood, the others was just an experiment, it took me a few trial and errors before I knew exactly what I have to do." It was someone in her family? Who could it be? Alana thought, confused, then all of a sudden, it dawned on her. Hilary, her cousin who had died in a car accident with her 6 months old daughter a few months ago. It was hard to believe she had never known about her involvement with Tyson. They had always being close. That explained her dream. How did he know? How did he manage to get me here? Alana scanned her mind, trying to piece together the puzzle that was slowly being revealed to her. The party she was at before her memory collapsed. He was there. She remembered being ushered outside along with everyone else and then being chased into the bushes. Her heart was pounding as she ran, jumping over twigs and fallen trunks. A group of other girls were heard not far in the distance screaming and laughing as they too were being chased by the mischievous group of boys who had conjured up this ridiculous idea to tease the girls. The loser of course would get eggs chucked at them. The sound of heavy footsteps could be heard from behind Alana, gaining up on her, weaving and turning through the trees that led them deeper into the darkness of the night. The half a dozen or so alcohol she had consumed beforehand was having a toll on her ability to run well. The vision around her was blurry and she stumbled about trying to escape the guy behind her. She knew her hunter was close now, his footsteps growing louder and more distinct. His breathing determined and in control. Finally she tripped, falling over a twig she had not seen. Before she could react, a sudden unexpected blow to the head knocked her out of consciousness. "You were at that party. You chased me into the woods and then knocked me out." Alana accused, finally realizing why she was here. It wasn't a strange town, it was Wickerton. It had only looked different because it was so dark. Tyson clapped, amused by her outburst. "Bravo. It's finally coming back to you. I knew I had hit you hard, but I'm surprised it took you so long to figure it out." He looked down at the body, rotting on the table. "Ok, this little chit-chat has being great, but I think it's time to get down to business." Tyson stepped forward, reaching out to grab hold of her. She screamed, hurling the chair under her grip as hard as she could at his head. She heard a soft crack as it handed, knocking him slightly off balance. It was now or never, she thought, making a run for the door. "Ahh!" she tripped over as she felt strong hands reach out for her leg. She kicked with all her might at her attacker, crawling in desperation towards the door. Finally, from what seemed like an eternity, she managed to stand up again and reach out to throw open the door. "You won't get away bitch!! Remember you're gonna be dead soon anyway!" Alana was oblivious as she ran blindly into the corridor, for a split second she forgot which way she was suppose to go. Right. She ran forward, her heart pounding wildly in her chest as she burst into the living room then out the front door. She was free! "Help! Someone help me!" She screamed out helplessly, hoping someone would be awake, even though it was still pretty dark outside. The woods was to the left of the street, without thinking she splinted towards that direction, all the while aware that Tyson could be right behind her. There was no time to find help in this street, everyone was asleep. Back in the woods, she realized she was being chased for the second time tonight, only this time, it was a matter of life or death. The trees around her moaned in the wind, swinging around her like angry spectators waiting for her death. It was sprinkling slightly from the thunder storm before, making the ground much more slippery to run across. Frantically she weaved blindly through the trees, hoping against hope that she'll see a clearing soon enough so she can get help. She could run to Max's house, where the party had taken place earlier. There'd be people camping out in his garage, she could duck in there and get help. They'd call the police, rush her to hospital and she'd be ok. In amongst her frantic run to safety, she was suddenly aware of her body becoming more and more exhausted. Her sides hurt and her lungs felt as if they were about to burst. Gradually she began to slow down, resting an arm against a tree. Her chest started to burn like crazy, forcing her to crouch down to catch her breath. "Ahh!" she cried out as the pain continued. She realized it was her heart. She was dying. "No." She cried, forcing herself forward only a few stumbled steps, grabbing around the air for support. She mustn't fall, because if she did, she would die. Her head was spinning as she collapsed on her back. As her vision slowly adjusted, she saw the trees beside her reaching up to the sky. She wanted to be like them. She wanted to reach the sky, to get away from this nightmare on earth. Her heart was failing, she felt as if a massive truck was sitting right on top of her. She couldn't breathe, which made this agonizing pain continue until her death. Off in the distance, faint sound of sirens can be heard, but it would be too late. A figure loomed over Alana's body as she took her last breath. He stood silently for a moment, grieving a little at the lose. Though he would take her back to his cabin to give birth to a new light of happiness, he felt a wave of sadness. Slowly he crouched down by her side, running a palm down her eyelids to close them forever. He lifted her up in his arms and proceeded back through the woods. |
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