Silas had been following her for days, ever since the Realization. His mouth curled upward into a sneer as he relived the powerful jolt that had shot through his body as the 65
Fates had once again conspired to bring about her demise. Her sweet demise at his hands. Of course, she was well protected, but he only needed to be patient. They would lapse, become too relaxed, feel too secure in their numbers, in their diligence. And that would ultimately be their downfall. Because he was hiding in plain sight, biding his time, and it finally seemed like it was here.
She seemed happy, walking along the quiet country lane. Didn’t she realize just how quiet it was, with barely a birdsong to break the silence? Of course not, she was giddy in love, walking lightly along the leafy path, smelling like lavender and jasmine, smelling like the countryside itself. His nostrils flared in with distaste, and he saw her pull her shawl tighter across her shoulders, taking some satisfaction that she was feeling the cold.
It was just a taste of the frigid existence she was facing.
The Realization had come just this afternoon, as she’d sat amongst the flowers with that man, and he’d kissed her while those two stupid dogs had chased each other endlessly across the field and back. And as the day had drawn to an end, he’d walked her home, leaving her safe at the door, and Silas had been sure he’d have to bide his time a little longer. But, no, once again the Fates had lent a hand, and she’d wondered off alone, skipping lightly as if walking on air.
Silas waved an arm draped in dark fabric, and suddenly nightfall settled over the countryside. He smirked at her sudden concern at the darkening sky, wondering how he could elevate the quickening of her heartbeat that he could almost feel in the heavy air.
Behind the bushes a small rabbit watched him, its animal mind instinctively aware of his power. Such an unevolved creature, and yet so much wiser than these humans. He laughed, and the harsh air burst from him, blowing an icy blast through the lane, 66
whipping her hair across her face, wrapping the heavy material of her skirt about her ankles. He flicked his fingers at the rabbit, and it ran out onto the path in front of her, frozen in the moment, and Silas breathed in her fear.
“Oh, you scared me,” she said aloud.
Another swirling wave of his hand brought ominous clouds overhead, pouring cold, heavy raindrops and, giving in to the melodrama, Silas clapped his hands together, the movement bringing a simultaneous flash of lightning, and boom of thunder. He looked at the rabbit, and blew gently, ending its worldly existence in a monochrome moment.
But she was nearing safety, it was time to stop playing with her, time to end this…again.
He stepped behind her, twigs snapping beneath his feet, and she turned, her eyes wide with fear when she saw him looming above her, a backdrop of flashing lightning emphasizing his own darkness.
He took a moment to relish the stark fear reflecting from her eyes as she saw him, then he lunged towards her, imprinting her screams to his memory.
“Beck! Beck! ”
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