War drums.
I could hear them.
Drum. Drum.
Marking every step, every time I took every niche and cranny up the flat side of the building.
Drum. Drum.
I had it in my mind that were taunting me. The war drums that are my heart. I should not be so excited, I should not want this so badly, but I do. I want your pain, your fear, your every emotion to be mine. I will have nothing less.
It excites me knowing you are so close to my twin blades.
I arm myself with them as I jump onto the roof, careful with my footing on the tile roof, not wanting to alert you to my presence.
Even if I already know that you received my letter.
Your days are numbered. This is your only warning.
You know I am coming for you.
I am above the attic's window.
I lean forward, bedding with my belly, until my head sweeps by it, barely focusing on the inside the room, but enough to get what I need.
Just a second to look.
But I see.
The room is not empty.
A girl with unbound blonde hair sleeps there, in the glow of the candlelight.
You are sleeping.
It makes me pause.