I've taken to writing Supernatural Greek Mythology stories. They're so much fun to write. So here's another one.
I dedicate this story to all my friends. What would I do without you all?
And especially to Kat and Shelby for reminding me,
"There's always a happy ending. If the end isn't happy, it isn't the end."
The pale skinned woman sat upon an obsidian throne. Her black hair cascaded down her face, smooth as silk. She was beautiful, except for her eyes. They were pits of darkness, the blackest things to ever exist. Darker than night.
The woman smiled. He was here.
"Hello Sam," her whisper echoing endlessly, "I know you're here. I always know. Your power comes from me after all."
Sam's dream self shivered. Who was this woman? And how did she know he was here? Nobody knew when his dreams took him places. What was different about her?
"Sam, don't try to hide from me. You can't. I'll always find you. Just like how I find everyone else," she shook her head, causing her hair to ripple, "You can't control it yet, can you? Well that's bothersome. I had big plans for you."
Sam shivered when her seductive voice said those words. How many people had plans for him? First Yellow-Eyes, now this demonness.
"Oh Sam, I'm not a demon," the woman said with a sly mile, "I'm something much, much worse."
Sam turned to run, but there was only blackness, nowhere to go. He turned around to find an empty throne.
"What's wrong, Sam?" the same voice whispered in his ear, "Afraid of the night?"
Thank you for reading. Please review.
I'd also like to thank the reviewers of hy other stories: Mangacat201, Sammy Chad, Hazgarn, Dudette Kika, WofOz, and jade1056.
Thank you for being the generally cool people you are.
