Snow swirled around her as she stumbled backward and fell to the ground. Slowly, savoring the moment, he rose before her. He breathed deeply, relishing the smell of death and decay around him. As he rose, raw energy crackled around him, sparks flying in all directions, making his hair stand on end. He chuckled quietly to himself as he gazed at her horror-struck form at his feet. Above, black storm clouds stacked on top of one another as the blizzard raged around them.
Her hands scrabbled at the frozen earth, a desperate panic turning her blood to ice water in her veins. Wisps of ethereal grey smoke curled around her body, lifting her and forcing her into a crucifix-like pose. He brought her face to face with himself, a demonic red glow lending color to his pale visage. He traced a finger down her cheek, across her collar bone, around the curve of her right breast…
"You owe me a debt, little girl," he growled menacingly.
She shivered as he drew her into a crushing embrace. His clammy hand cupped her left breast, a finger grazing her nipple, as his serpent-like tongue lapped at her neck. She closed her eyes, at once filled with both terror and a morbid desire. Teeth replaced tongue as his other hand slipped down her helpless body, pausing at her breast and again at her hip, inching ever closer to her…
[~]
Lydia woke with a start, momentarily confused, flinging herself off the ground and whirling around in a panicked circle, looking for him. She stopped, breathing heavily, and she could have sworn she heard his cackling laugh on the wind. She hugged herself, telling herself over and over that it was just a fucked up dream, and hurried home – desperately ignoring the warmth she felt at her core and denying the faint desire for more that pricked at the edges of her mind.
