A/N: This one is set around the pilot and is partly inspired by the first of the Vampire Diaries novels by L J Smith.
A Voice Crawls
A voice crawls from behind the bushes, so quiet and distorted that she's not sure it's even there. Then, again. It repeats what it said. Something. She's not sure what.
"Hello?" she calls out.
There's no reply, not even the rustle of bushes.
"Hello?" she calls again.
And again, silence falls.
It's eerie, this silence, for even the birds do not sing. In that moment, all is quiet. In that moment, there's nothing.
She peers through the shadows, pulls her coat tighter to her. Then, she hurries on forward, heads for home where it's better. Out on the street, she's not certain what roams.
But inside, it's safe and warm and she knows what to expect.
She's nearly to the front door when this time something does rustle. When she looks over her shoulder, a jet black crow looks right back at her.
She stares at it and it stares at her. Then it turns its head and flies away.
She laughs it off as she closes the door behind her, but the feeling of unease, of uncertainty, remains deep inside of her.
fin.
