Halloween Night
A lone figure leisurely walked down the streets of the city, seeming only as a walking shadow. Moving with purpose, yet not knowing where at all he was going. During this night of all nights, kids were skirting about him feverishly, dressed in attire they were normally forbidden to wear and clutching bags filled with sugar-sweet candy. Some were dressed as royalty, some pirates, some animals, some movie stars, and others the un-dead; but he didn't seem to dwell on these things too deeply.
When he came upon a mysterious street he had never crossed, a fog collected around his feet and went no higher than his ankles. Strange, for it had been an unseasonly warm day that October 31st. The temperature seemed to drop a few degrees as well, but it never affected him for his black wrap-around cloak kept out the cold effectively enough to keep him comfortable. But it still surprised him nonetheless. He shrugged it off and kept walking down the street, glaring deadly daggers at staring eyes. That is, till he saw her.
She was standing on a drive-way, just standing there. A long eccentric dress of black covered from her chest down with bell sleeves going to the tips of her fingers, the odd fog crawled around her feet. A black open cloak covered her back, the hood drawn to cover her head. The wind picked up slightly, causing the cloak to billow just the slightest bit, and flashed red lining in the smoky black light coming from the porch.
He took no notice of the fake cobwebs covering the many bushes, or the "corpses" coming from the ground. No, he only saw this lone figure, standing there with a bowl of disappearing candy in her hands, luring trick-or-treaters to her property. He stood stock-still, his body going rigid and ram-rod straight, but he refused to go move, only to stand and watch. When she finally caught sight of him, a loose tendril of hair fell out of her hood and swayed gently in the breeze. A small crooked smile formed on her full lips, looking like a sneer than a smile. And the spell was woven.
Oh how that smile mocked him. It was the only part of her face he could see, but it still un-nerved him. In fact, it rubbed every nerve of his very being raw with anger and hate. And the anger and hate only grew worse when she spoke, her rich voice mocking him, pulling the strings of his vary sanity, but her smile never seemed to waver, never faltered. Light glittered from a full harvest moon through a hole in the clouds in the sky. This light landed directly on her, showing pale hands, details in her dress, and that ever mocking smile.
When it had gotten very late, and the last of the kids had finally left, did he approach her, and even then it was with careful caution and a mask of calm that kept him sane. S never moved, just stood there. When he stood in front of her, keeping an arms length away from, did she speak directly at him. And even then, it seemed to mock him yet again.
"My, aren't you a late trick-or-treater, my dear Hiei."