“Hello, Keira.”
The voice infected her mind with fear, a fear that she had never felt before in her life.
Hesitantly, she twisted around to see who the owner of the voice was.
Lurking only a few feet behind was Alocer. His eyes locked onto Keira’s, paralyzing her with fear. There was nothing inside of them. They were just empty, hollow. Dead.
But that was not the only thing that petrified Keira.
On his hands were globs of shadows. They coiled and whirled around his fingers, screeching out in delight at it smelled the mist of blood drifting in the dense air.
The shadows were alive.
Keira didn’t move even as Alocer took another step towards her. A smirk slipped up his face as he tasted her fear. He wanted to savor it, make it last longer, but he knew that he couldn’t. She had the amulet. It was glimmering underneath the sea of flames and the moonlight pouring into the blazing house. It teased him. It was only a few feet away, and yet he had to kill the girl before he could possibly hold it.
Actually, he didn’t have to kill her.
He wanted to take the pleasure in piercing her flesh with his own hands and watch the spray of blood spew from her mutilated chest.
Alocer tore his eyes away from the amulet, “Since Skylar is too much of a weakling to kill you, I’ll take the pleasure in doing so myself,” He announced, drawing back one of his shadow-cloaked hands.
Keira couldn’t breathe.
The man standing before her left her feeling shockingly numb. Like a mysterious drug, his mere presence worked like an anesthetic that violated her down to the very marrow of her bones.
