Mirrors that lie to the soul
Warnings: Gory detailed
Disclaimer: I do not own or will ever own the Harry Potter series
Eyes glowed red showing the devil of his past through the creature in front of him. The creature moves slightly to the left following him like a predator following his prey. Fear grabs his heart making him feel as if he couldn't breath. His breathing comes out harsh taking up the silence that had fallen after he had first say the creature in his home.
His eyes look over the creature. Glowing red eyes seemed to follow him even when he wasn't moving to escape the beast. Claws are out in an attack from ready to shred him to pieces before eating his flesh for his midnight snack. Fangs are hanging out of his mouth, saliva sliding down the fangs to the floor. The beast's clothes were bloody and ripped everywhere. His feet bare to the cold air.
Closing his eyes slowly almost sobbing in his shaken state from the frightening creature. He doesn't feel the claws of the creature ripping his body. Confusion clouds his eyes though he doesn't notice the emotions swelling in the creatures eyes as he lets out shaken breathes. He also doesn't notice the creature match his movements when he puts his hand on his chest to calm his thumping heart. Pulling the hand away from his chest the man looks at the creature again in curiosity that guards the suspicion of an attack when his back is turned.
The creature moves closer as the man also moves closer to the beast. The man's hand slowly goes out at the same time as the creature. The man ignores this and touches the creature's clawed hand. Surprise takes over his thoughts as he feels the coldness of ice on his fingertips. Moving his fingertips slightly he feels the coldness everywhere.
Turning slightly he sees the creature again, this time closer than before. Giving up on caution he bangs on the coldness of what he has assumed as glass. Eyes widen in realization. Looking down the man sees clawed hands instead of what he saw a minute ago. His clawed hands go and feel his face. He finds two fangs hanging from his mouth. A cry of fright comes from his mouth before the blackness takes him /it/ into its loving embrace from reality for as long as the human /monster/ body will let it.
The End
Author's Note: Please Review because I would love to know if this is a good direction my writing style should be heading down. Any questions as well may be asked in a review or PM. Opinions would also help...
-Bookwormweridy101
