First fic, some reads and reviews would be much appreciated. Thanks.
Her brown eyes, clouded from the intoxicating effects of a college party's cheap supply of booze, barely guides her as she makes her way through a light canopy of vegetation. An escape route to be rid of the wild uproars of drunken laughter which echoed around her unwelcomingly, like a hammer pounding relentlessly against her eardrums. Coincidentally, it is the night of the much hyped about Super Moon whose light lends a mystical silver glow upon touch.
Her intoxicated mind convinces itself that she is now in an enchanted forest of sorts before all-too-suddenly; she gives a school girl's giggle and dashes several yards forward towards a clearing where the canopy of trees are scare and the light of the moon shines with such intensity, it gives the surrounding fauna a seemingly platinum appearance.
"I know you're out there, unicorns.. Fairies.. Centuars, Voldemort," she calls out with mindless slurred speech before dancing a little twirl about her step with arms flailing loosely at her sides. "I won't hurt you, I've been hurt.." She declares in a mutter before throwing herself against the soft grass that carpets the clearing.
Silently, he watches her. Wordlessly, he makes mental notes on her. As he had been doing so for well over a year, he continues to do so, with guilt to fuel his actions. With all of the tightly secured memories she keeps and the somber expression that her visage constantly wears, he finds her drunken state a well-deserving, pleasant change.
Elena Gilbert lay upon the forest's floor while her un-focusing gaze reflects the many starry diamonds that adorns the tranquil night sky before her. Her thoughts wander to the existence of "Heaven" and if her departed family, somewhere up there, are looking down at her right now.
"I miss you.. All of you," she whispers to the cobalt sky as tears that were of glee and joy minutes earlier, now stream of sorrow and a year's worth of anguish.
With eyes shut tight, she tries to suppress the near uncontrollable tears that work their way to draw a stream along her cheekbones.
A gust of wind upon alabaster skin. She climbs to her full height unsteadily.
Hazel eyes against the arctic blue eyed gaze of a stranger. A stranger in the middle of nowhere.
She frowns. He winks.
His careless hairdo, his unshaven countenance. They triggered memories within her, albeit hazy with alcohol as a top suspect.
I've seen him before, she remarks mentally while creasing her forehead further with a deeper frown.
"Have we.. Er.. Have we met-"
"Hello, Elena," the stranger greets, a devilish smirk playing upon his lips.
No, he thought with disbelief while observing the events unfold before him.
