Creative Writing: Midnight Malevolence Part 1
Her eyes opened and she was awake. She touched the ash white skin of her forehead, her memories were incomprehensible. As she sluggishly got to her feet she realised they were bare, and the only thing she was clothed in was a snow white negligee trimmed with lace. The floor below her was a configuration of golden limestone tiles, cool to the touch. She swept the room with her pastel blue eyes, taking in her surroundings. Moonlight was streaming in from the vast arch windows, reflecting off the surface of the pool like silvery souls of the deceased. Vines grew up the corners of the walls, their creeping fingers intertwining with the semi translucence of the cobwebs. The arched doorway was guarded by two grey marble statues depicting a melancholy man taming a stallion, one the mirror image of the other. She graciously drifted towards the door making no sound, as if she floated above it by the least possible amount.
As she reached the door she knelt in front of it, a small draft whipping around her flawlessly sculpted ankles. On the floor lay two halves of an apple, one pure white and one blood red, a perfect match for her own blood red lips. She picked it up and twirled it in her delicate hands. The apple had been sliced cleanly and was only missing a single bite from each piece. As she gazed into its core she began to have flashes of memory, only brief but very clear. She had eaten the piece of the red half, chewed it between her teeth and felt it slide down her throat, but the white half she had not touched. She tried to remember more but it was to no prevail.
A quiet rustling of bushes broke her trance like state. Once back on her feet she pressed her petite nose up against the window pane in the door, searching for a sign of movement. All she could see was the edge of a vast pine forest that stretched far up the hills and into the distance. Suddenly, as if from nowhere another face was pressed against the other side of the window. A blood-curdling scream left her lungs and she fled back in terror. It was a wolf, its breath condensing and evaporating as it stared at her with the malevolent midnight black eyes of an assassin. The moonlight shined directly behind its immense physique, casting a suffocating shadow into the room, its tendrils reaching towards her.
As she reached the door she knelt in front of it, a small draft whipping around her flawlessly sculpted ankles. On the floor lay two halves of an apple, one pure white and one blood red, a perfect match for her own blood red lips. She picked it up and twirled it in her delicate hands. The apple had been sliced cleanly and was only missing a single bite from each piece. As she gazed into its core she began to have flashes of memory, only brief but very clear. She had eaten the piece of the red half, chewed it between her teeth and felt it slide down her throat, but the white half she had not touched. She tried to remember more but it was to no prevail.
A quiet rustling of bushes broke her trance like state. Once back on her feet she pressed her petite nose up against the window pane in the door, searching for a sign of movement. All she could see was the edge of a vast pine forest that stretched far up the hills and into the distance. Suddenly, as if from nowhere another face was pressed against the other side of the window. A blood-curdling scream left her lungs and she fled back in terror. It was a wolf, its breath condensing and evaporating as it stared at her with the malevolent midnight black eyes of an assassin. The moonlight shined directly behind its immense physique, casting a suffocating shadow into the room, its tendrils reaching towards her.
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