She was there again, looking out her window at the forest with such longing in her face, She had been doing this every night before she left and went out to the forest to come back late in the night. Just as it got dark he slipped on his coat and hid in the bushes that lined the path to the dark forbidding forest, that no one dared to go into with out their hunting dogs. Everyone that is, apart from her.
She walked on, her dress dragging on the bushes as she walked. She stopped at the bush he was hiding in. He held his breath. She walked on. On she walked with him not far behind darting behind trees and bushes. It seems as though they had been walking for hours but it could have been minutes. He looked up; the moon was full and as large as he had ever seen it. The forest lit up like a silver vision. She stopped at a large lake, the water as smooth and silvery as a mirror. She sat and looked into the lake and her face became almost silver with the reflection of the moonlight. "Why did you follow me here?" she asked her voice so whispery and quiet that he thought he had imagined it. Still without turning round she asked again, "why did you follow me?" He still didn't answer, he didn't no what to say. She slowly turned to face him. Her beautiful face streaked with tears. She slowly got up and looked straight at him. He started to walk towards her, he couldn't help it, and it was like a force pulling him towards her. Her face looking so pale he thought she would faint, until he looked into her eyes. There was fire and hatred; it made his blood run cold to see it. That look, he knew what it meant; she would kill him if he gave her the chance to. As he got closer she asked him again this time there was malice and hatred in her voice "why did you follow me?" "I-I-I-I.I.." His voice trailed off. She stared at him. Her eyes for a moment blank then back to the fire and murderous fury. He was only an arms length away from her, he wanted to hit her kill her even, but he couldn't move. He was stuck he tried to remove his eyes from her stare, but he couldn't he was stuck. Only his feet were moving but in the opposite direction that he wanted them to, towards the girl. When he was close enough to her to feel her faint breathing he stopped. She was slightly taller than he was and her jet-black hair rippled in the wind against his forehead and cheeks. "Now" she whispered "what shall we do with you?" he was shaking so badly that his whole body seemed to be convulsing. He saw the flash of a dull metal he tried to scream but it was already too late, she had cut open his throat. He fell to the ground with a heavy thump. She looked at the crumpled body lying at her feet and laughed. She turned and sat at the lake again looking into it she started to whisper, the mirror smooth water started to ripple in the center of the lake as it would if a stone was thrown at it. The ripples got bigger and bigger until they were as high as the girl there was a space in the center of the lake with no water in it like someone was blowing hard at it. At the center of this space there was a arm forming out of what looked like the spray of water it shimmered in the moonlight and then rose out of the center of the lake. Water rushed into the space where it had come from, the ripples slowly got smaller and stopped until the lake was as smooth as it had been before. The silvery arm then rose higher than the surrounding trees and went off in the direction that she had come from. She laughed again and walked on past the lake away from her home away from her family away from her past and into her future. A hunter from a village nearby had found him they were all worried about it. He had died from a wound to the neck, which was so clean it could only be a blade that had done it. His body had been half eaten and was badly decomposed but they guessed that he had come from the village past the lake. A couple of men had gone to the village but they found it completely empty not a soul in sight but everything was as if there was someone there. Food on the tables, horses ready for riding, dogs still on ropes, and drinks half finished. But the food was half-rotten the horses and dogs nervous and starving and the drinks had many flies in them. There had been no one in the village for a long time but there seemed no sign of panic or rush to get out. Everyone in the village knew the story had spread like wildfire. There were many people who thought they had a reason but none made any sense. They would have taken the horses and they would have seen people on their hunts, as their village was the nearest they would have come to it. The villagers became increasingly worried about it a whole village disappeared without a trace where had they gone why had they left?