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I wake up anew, a fresh slate, blank as white paper. I'm cold . . . and it's dark, and I'm in pain. My neck is sore, and my throat stings terribly. It feels sandy and rough. I open my eyes, and can see nothing but darkness, all around me. It scares me. There's a thin stream of moonlight that pushes through the top of what appears to be a cave. I'm lying on the ground, and I can hear someone moving around, close to me.

I sit up and realize as my eyes adjust, that I'm on top of a table. On my body there is a thin black dress, with a square neckline, and sleeves that travel to my creamy white elbows. Where am I, who am I- I think to myself. I bite my bottom lip, as a wave of hunger washes over my body and tears at my brain. My fear mounts as I hear someone come closer. I can hardly see two feet in front of me- the moonlight only helps so much. What am I to do, Reader? I know nothing.

The person takes their time, each footfall louder and louder than the next. They're so close now, I should be able to hear them breathing- but I don't. My heart began to beat so hard that it felt like it would burst at any second. Closer and closer it stepped, never quickening, never slowing down. The cave was swathed in the sound of feet.

Then- with the aid of the moon, I saw him. Specifically, two beaming orbs of silver, like starlight, possessing me on the spot. I forget my hunger and pain, for a moment, and only remember my fear. What is this creature of two eyes and infinite darkness? What does it want?

It forms before me, as it is close enough to reach out and touch; a tall, beautiful man, made out of darkness and marble, eyeing me with such poise. His face is narrow and sculpted, with cheekbones that arch like an old cathedral, and a flat, hooked nose. His hair is sleek and black, with grey strands here and there.

I smell something on him, something dark and not before experienced by my senses. It makes my hunger flare; clouding my mind and making me weak at the joints. I want to eat, I want to feed, whatever that is that I smell, and I must have it.

He smiles at me, exposing dagger- like teeth. "Hullo, Pavor."

Who is Pavor? I look at him, confused.

"I'm hungry." I manage to say. My voice is hoarse and raspy. It would be nice to have a drink, as well.

"Ah, little one," he smoothes my hair down, "Patience, you will get your fill soon enough." His eyes are soft, and knowing.

He pulls me off of the table, standing me up, and a strong arm under each of mine, to prevent me from falling. How did he know my knees would buckle under my weight for the first time?

I struggle for a moment, wiggling around, trying to get my knees to lock. He chuckles softly at my determination and I find my balance with a growl.

Suddenly, I realize a feeling of curiosity. What is going on? Who are we, where are we, and why? I look onto his face, searching for purpose, voicing my concern: "Who are you. Who am I?"

The man lets go of my arms, and I waver unsteadily. He disappears into the shadows and I am alone. What did I do wrong? Did I disappoint him?

"All of your questions will be answered shortly, Pavor." I guess I'm Pavor. That's one question answered.

He reappears behind me, startling me as he places a large black cloak around my shoulders. He reaches around me, fastening it in place with his smooth, cool, grey hands, and then grabs me around the waist.

Soon, we're mounting the most amazing creature I have ever seen- well, so far. A large, black horse, that's terrifying beyond belief. It's constructed of flowing black sand, held together by some phantom wind. Even more amazing- it flies! We rise up in the air, supported by this miraculous beast, soaring away.

We leave what looks like a forest, and fly over a small town. The best brings us closer to the ground and my hunger fires up, going berserk. I smell something in the night air, something that wafts through the dark, velvet sky and tantalizes me. I lean over the side of the horse, yearning to be closer to it, to taste it.

The man chuckles and pulls me back up. "Child, calm down. You shall be sated in a moment. That is if you can wait."

He leans forward and the horse barrels down to the nearby houses. The smell grows stronger- it's maddening. The man grabs me by the waist and we fall towards a window. I cringe, we're going to hit the closed window- but instead, much to my shock we glide right through. I feel as if I may die of hunger now, the smell, no, the stench is so strong. It fills my nostrils and lungs and I can hardly do anything other than breathe.

We're in a bedroom, and it looks like it belongs to a young male. The walls are lined with sport themed paper and posters of athletes. The bed is covered by twisted blue comforter, and underneath is a small boy. He dreams fitfully, face contorted. Strangely enough, above his head, there is a cloud of black sand above his brown head. It's the same sand that the man uses. It is the very same stuff that the horses are formed out of.

The sand is calling to me- I realize the child is having a nightmare. The sand convulses, much like a lava lamp, every so often producing recognizable shapes. There's a bear, and a boy- him I presume. The bear is chasing him, they're kept in limbo, the bear is just close enough to the boy to catch him, but he misses at every grab. The child is frightened- that's what's causing that heavenly aroma. It's beautiful.

I reach out to touch it and the man chuckles lightly. The sand does not move away, but swirls around my finger and up my arm, playfully. The bear runs after the child up and down my arm, and my hunger grows even stronger. I look at the man, confused. He is smiling knowingly at me as he slowly speaks.

"Hungry, yes?" I nod briskly at his inquiry. The bear and boy are in my hand now, running in circles. The man steps forward, taking them into his own hands. He transforms the bear, making it huge and muscular. He puts them back in my hands."What can you do?"

I wave my hand over the bear, giving it horrible knives for nails, which scratch the boy when he grabs for him. Black smoke begins to rise from the nightmare, and I let it return to the boy. I feel faint now as I collect the smoke, grabbing it like you would grab a silk scarf. I had no knowledge that I could do this, I'm functioning on auto- pilot. "Good." The man coos, sliding his hands onto my shoulders and leaning over me.

The soft smoke pools into my hands when I have extracted the last of it. My mouth waters and I hold my hands up, pouring it in between my lips. My eyes flutter closed, the smoke is so sweet and cool. As I drink it in, it soothes my aching throat. I swallow it quickly, and gasp for air. I want more, I need more. The man squeezes my shoulders. "Come," He says, "we must leave here now." I let him lead me out, and when we reach the window, I glance back at the child and the nightmare. Something is different about him, something wrong.

I am jerked forward roughly, and we step out into the cool night.