Slowly, gently
Night unfurls its splendour...
Grasp it, sense it –
Tremulous and tender...
Turn your face away
From the garish light of day,
Turn your thoughts away
From cold unfeeling light –
And listen to
The music of the night...
He leaned forward until he was balanced perpendicular to the tower's spire, prepared to leap down upon his unsuspecting prey. He breathed deeply of the night air, catching the faint whiff of her nervous scent preserved by the chill night. The music swirled around him, pulling him, embracing his heart and softly, silently calling him forth. His trench coat unfurled, opening in the darkness to resemble black wings as the breeze turned into a gusty wind.
He watched the woman, his woman, his prey. For she would be his. She clutched her coat closed now, purse forgotten. The chill wind swept around her, tugging at her garments, playing in her hair, caressing her skin with its cold touch until she shivered delicately. He watched the wind toy with her jealously. She was his to toy with. He became the wind and the chill dark as he abandoned what was left of his humanity, embraced the silent music and descended.
She spun around, searching the night around her with inadequate human eyes. Her nervousness turned to fear as she heard a noise and the lights in the square winked out. He was playing with her, although she was still patently unaware of his presence. Her mind, like a fragile butterfly, fluttered in the sudden darkness that surrounded them.
Turn away... away from the light... come and listen... listen to the night.... He spoke to her mind quietly, tenderly, seductively. Her fear faded, and although the nervousness remained, it too was not as strong as before. She pulled the curtain of her hair to one side, her hand remaining at her temple as she turned, searching the darkness. Who was out there? She had heard the stories, but... Come to me...
She took a step back as he appeared before her, startling her with his unanticipated and abrupt arrival. Her sharp gasp disturbed the otherwise silent night. His eyes glowed a moment as he held out his hand to her. Come...
He stood before her, nearly invisible in his black attire, the silver accents gleaming lifelessly in the darkness. He was a splendor to behold, so handsome, so... Words failed her. Come and listen...
Her hand trembled as she placed it in his and stepped beside him, her purse falling to the ground, the cold, her fear, the dark, forgotten. Listen to the night...
Her mind fluttered tenderly in his grasp one last time before she surrendered completely...