A/N: My beta – VampireEve. Thank you for your work
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Original creations of this story, including, but not limited to characters, setting and plot, are copyright to me.
Prologue
The man felt that something was coming. Some of the particle of him knew that something will happen. For the past two weeks, every night, a strange force has compelled him to look out on the court. Although he might guess what could be behind the window, he still stood and stared into the darkness.
Night has never been his favorite part of a day, and certainly not when he was a little boy. He used to dream then that an apparition appeared in the doorway of his room and took him into the darkness. He used to wake up screaming, drenched in sweat and his aunt, who ran into his room and hugged him until he calmed down.
He has never thought that this dream will come back in his adult life, and certainly not expected that it will become a reality. With only one difference: the ghost didn't extend into the bedroom and didn't cross the threshold of the house. In general, it didn't kidnap him. It just had been. He has never known what she wanted. Maybe some relief would be aware of what was going in her mind? Perhaps he would be prepared for any event and could prevent it.
It was almost ten p.m.
He turned off the light. He would not unnecessarily disclose his presence. Was he a coward? Yes, he certainly was. Maybe when she'll see that no one is home, she will go earlier? Although that has never happened, he has always had a hope. Subconsciously he felt that she knows, she knows everything what happened in his life. It was scary. After a moment from the main street he saw the form approaching slowly to his house. Lanterns were casting a shadow for the low figure, twisting and extending it to gigantic proportions. He felt that his heart starts to beat faster. That was nonsense. He was a grown man and wasn't afraid of anything. Perhaps he felt anxious because of this entire scene?
"Damn!" he swore. He forgot to turn off the lights in the kitchen. He quickly ran to the switch and turned it off. It shouldn't be noticed, because the room was not visible from the street. He went back to the window in the living room. She was nowhere. Perhaps she had resigned? He turned to the kitchen and looked out the window. Under the influence of some incredible strength, despite the will and the growing fear, he tried to see through the window, what scared him so much. Huge forest looked like a dark, dense mass of trees. Incomprehensible fear pierced him to the bone. After a moment he was looking already at the figure emerging from behind the trunk. It was dark and only the faint moonlight allowed for seeing anything. Although he had not seen her face, he knew who it was.
She was standing there and looking at the house. She did it always at the same time. For two hours. Once she approached from the front, sometimes she stood on the edge of the woods behind the house, just like today. No matter if it was raining, she always came. Sometimes he could see her face, but this was not an endearing sight. She was no longer the same woman, whom he met two years ago. Her pale face, contrasting with tired eyes, offended the most, but the astute observer might have noticed bony figure under the baggy clothes. She lost much weight. After her seductive shape did not remain even a trace. Her hair was disheveled and it was difficult to discern its color. It was certainly darker than he remembered. Every time she came, she held onto a piece of paper. He could only guess what was on the card.
If he knew that, so it all turn out, he would have thought twice before...
This must stop! Of course he was not without fault, but for heaven's sake, it was madness!
The sudden appearance of the car's headlights caught his attention, so he went into the living room to see how dark pick-up stopped on the opposite side of the street. He was confusingly similar to her car. He stood for a moment from running lights. The man noticed out of the corner of his eye that she was sneaking around the house. She stopped in front of the stairs and turned her head towards a window, at which he stood. Her face was contorted in grimace of sorrow that was clearly visible in the light of the lantern. He felt a shiver running through his body. She saw him. He was sure of it.
After a moment, she headed for the car. From this distance he could not see who was sitting behind the wheel. A woman stopped for a moment and looked at the house, then slowly climbed into the vehicle and drove off. She has never gone away so early, and nobody come to pick her too. That was the last time he saw her.
After three days, when he was leaving the house, he noticed the white envelope lying in the corner of the windshield wipers. He picked it up and noticed that there was no address or sender. He opened it and took out the white card. It was only one word. Only that one word has been written there, but its power made his legs stiffened. He slowly raised his morning paper, flipped a few pages until he found what he sought.
23/06/2010
On the night of Sunday to Monday police found the body of 28-year-old woman. Details are not known. The police department makes an investigation to clarify whether outsiders participated in the event.
It was his ghost.
It was his sacrifice.
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