Here to bring you a third chapter of Night Curse, we enter the territory of Twilight Night, or Tension. It's part 3 out of 5 in a story of unspecified amount of chapters. The first four chapters cover the songs though, so that's always something. I've also come to realize that this song is the one most hyper among all four. It's also the most fun one to listen to. And after listening to it just twice I managed to catch a lot of things from the song. Talk about unexpected.

I'll leave you to what you came here to do. I don't own anything, everything goes to CFM and further praise to Hitoshizuku and Yama for the Music and Lyrics of the song. Now enjoy. Let the Chorus, commence.

Ch. 1 = Intro*

Ch. 2 = Tension*

Ch. 3 = Chorus*

Ch. 4 = Encore -

Ch. 5+ = EndRoll -


Third Night - Chorus

The wind howls, rustling the leaves towards the path in darkness. A distant clock rings a familiar sound of yet another passing hour, yet the one hearing it cannot identify its location. Allured by it, longing for it...knowing that the clock resides around a building. All she wants at this point of time. The wind sends chills through her body, stiffening what muscles she's got and nerves likewise. The leaves rustle against her dirtied shoes, the clouds looking threatingly at her.

A faint rumble from high above forces her to continue walking along the nearly invisible path. Her footsteps steady, yet her breath shaky and nervous. How long had she been out here? A couple of hours, a day? She can't remember. It's as if the path from the village was all but gone, like it had never been there to begin with. To her, the village is everything...but if she turn back now, how will she be able to find the path to the reciever of that which she carries?

The thought of what the village's inhabitants would think of her if she returned unsuccessfull irritates her more than the duty itself. But the mission is far from what she'd imagined. Heading through the forest, to the reciever and then return. As easy as that, but alas that wasn't the case.

The sky rumbled once more, before the sheet of clouds became intact, the first drops brushing against the surface of leaves before falling to the ground. More and more, the rain started pouring, easily flowing through the girl's hair and fabric. Heaving it down, forcing her further even though she doesn't want to.

The building started as nothing but a source of light on the horizon, the girl's pace speeding up to reach the light. The closer she got, the more the light grew into a much larger warm oozing shadow. Smoke was rising from a barley distinguishable chimney up on the building's roof. The two floor building had a strange feeling to it up close, somehow warning the girl to enter while welcoming her at the same time.

Unwanting of paying any attention to any warnings the girl carefully placed one foot at the time on the wet stone porch step. A strange sensation welled up inside her as she took tightened her fist and lightly knocked on the large recently polished oak door. Something seemed off...maybe with the light, or the warmth emitting from it. Or perhaps, it's location. In the middle of a nowhere a mansion for certainly more than one person.

" Do you need something?" She quickly looked up from her feet, staring a tall man with purple hair right into his blue eyes. She quickly regained her focus on the matter and wished for but a room one single night...her traveling having worn her out. Without even questioning her further, the man but opened up the door for her and bowed with a elegant smile.

She walked carefully into the building, the person opening the door for her – the mansion's butler – closing the door behind her. The mansion seemed somewhat dark inside, despite the previously emitted light she'd seen it spread on the outside. Her eyes only had to blink to adjust to the different lighting, but perhaps that wasn't for the bestin this case.

As her eyes opened, a pair of very curious eyes were standing in front of her...staring her down. She pressed her back against the door immediately, feeling her pulse increasing the longer the person was looking at her.

" Ne ne, is she staying?" The eyes stayed, looking at her more and more...but another voice came from very close by. The butler responded to the question a girl had asked him with the question the Villager herself had asked the butler outside.

With the question out of the way, the eyes finally gave way from her, revealing a blonde boy's face and sofisticated suit. His attention was instead focused on the girl who asked the question, looking at them, a genetic connection was definitely in question. They looked to be definite siblings, twins even. One would almost go about saying that they were from one and the same egg, but the thought still seemed somewhat far-fetched.

" Miss, the woods is a dark and mostly terrifying place, where were you headed?" Kind arms wrapped themselves around her back as soon as she'd moved away from the door, a noble woman's voice echoing in her and very close to her. The source came from the house's Mistress, wearing a long red dress to match her brown hair and eyes, both with some kind of hint of likewise red. She answered the Mistress somewhat briefly, not wanting to gain any unwanted attention.

The one not paying attention to her at all was the obvious Master of the house, sitting on a chair infront of the building's firehouse. His blue hair shadowed by the light from the fire, his eyes like ocean depths. Even though not knowing the man, she had to force herself to look away before he noticed her sudden selfproclaimed staring contest.

" You're just in time, there'll be food within the dining room shortly. I take it you haven't eaten in quite a while, seeing how you're obviously from the village on the forest's other end" The Villager nodded, clutching onto the letter even more. Something with the voice coming out from the woman's voice was different. Hurtful even. She didn't like her. The house's Lady, wearing a casual white dress and her long pink hair let out. She looked at the villager with a stern glare, as if she truly wasn't welcome here.

" Come on, lets get you ready for the feast!" The children smiled at her widly and grabbed her hands, pulling her across the main hall and to the staircase. She looked around herself as good as she could while being pulled by the two. Right before they went up the stairs she caught something in the corner of her eyes. A large figurine clock, standing somewhat distantly from the main hall. Painted in a gold-like color.

They pulled her up to a large hallway, with but a single room at the end of it. A large room at that. The walls colored in a redish color very similar to the sheets on the large bed. A red carpet lays placed under the bed, giving the floor a almost fluffy feeling. In the dark of the night however, the room isn't as lively as it probably is during the day, all the colors reminding her of nothing but pain. All but a memory she half remembers, but which she'd forget entirely at some point.

" This is your room for the night, after all. You're our guest, so we should treat you nicely like the good hosts we are" The girl took a proud stance, her brother joining her for the fun of it. The two made a pretty fitting match, she'd have to agree on that...and even though she shouldn't care about strangers, there was something with one of them that constantly brightens her mood. Something with him. But she couldn't finish the puzzle to know why he seems special. Perhaps, it's because he seems somewhat more aware of his surroundings than any of the others in the house.

" That bracelet you're wearing, I recognize that" The boy suddenly exclaimed, taking the girls hand and pulling her close to better examine the red marbles in their light-brown leather band. His sister didn't seem to be thinking the same when seeing the bracelet, and seemed almost upset that he'd said such a thing.

The pulse within the Villager steadily increased once more, solely because of how close the boy was to her. Close enough for her to faintly smell the particles emitting from his hair. The particles that reminded her much of the woods outside while the sun was still out, the warm winds...followed by nothing but darkness.

Almost instantly as the darkness in her mind hit her, she pulled her hand to herself, backing a bit and sitting down on the bed. The two took notice of her sudden distaste for his action immediately, trying to check on her if anything was wrong? Almost reprimending themselves for their actions, as if they'd been the ones at fault.

She couldn't understand any of what they were trying to say, the pain from within suddenly being unending. The feeling isn't one she remembers, not around those parts of her body. 'So why?' She asked herself.

Giving it a quick thought, the children decided that it would be good to get her mind on different things, quickly walking up to the single other furniture in the room than the bed. A large wardrobe small enough to not fit much but one or two sets of clothing to be hung up in it. The Villager looked its way briefly before having to look back down again, but upon briefly checking what they were doing by the wardrobe again she was met with a flattering surprise.

" Our Lead Role needs a suiting outfit, don't you think so, nii-san?~" His sister gave out a quick giggle that sent a feeling close to needles through the villager's body. Her voice like that, beyond any kind of terror for laughter she'd heard before. The boy however, only nodded to his sister's comment, not making a face alike her at all. Then very quickly without his sister managing to complain, he pulled her out of the room...locking the door to leave him and and the Villager alone.

The Butler was helping out in the dining room, best he could, fixing the plates on their places and nappkins to make it look even more noble-like under the knife and fork. Though the feast wouldn't be a noble one, the Butler had never been one to miss out on his obvious noble blood.

The Mistress looked at his doing to make sure everything was in order, making sure that the Lady was helping the house's Maid with the drinks to be served to the side. An incredible amount of wine glasses were placed on a single clothed wooden table, over two thirds of them being filled with dark-red wine, while the last ones remaining were filled with white. Everything about the set up looked up to be as the feast would become, an elegant one.

" Every little movement, with no return, according to script. Shall we call for our guest and serve that which is to her desire?" They all smiled at one another, not happily like the children had before...but in a different way. A dangerous way.

She looked herself in the mirror, gently grasping the soft fabric now hanging around her thigh's somewhat loosely. Left in the wardrobe for her was a long dress of soft red and white fabric reaching down to the center of her thinbones. The boy had been careful with helping her in the dress, despite the girl's first protest of his sister not being the one to help him.

They boy did what he did for a reason however, one that can't be ignored. He'd spoke to her of nothing but a warning for the place she've come to, even though she can't see what's dangerous with the place. The girl's laughter might've been the first thing that the Villager paid closer attention to, but it was nothing compared to how kind the others have been to her.

" Here, your bracelet" He stretched his open hand towards her, the bracelet laying there completely examined. She took it from him with a smile, putting it around her wrist where it belongs, thanking him for the help with the dress with a quick hug before unlocking the door.

With careful steps the two made way through the hallway and back to the mainhall, where the others were waiting in a line towards a separate room. The Master standing closest to the next room, followed by the Mistress and Lady. The Butler and the Maid stood against the wall, only the Maid really showing exhaustion from working so much on such a short time.

They greeted the Villager once more, even praising her for her looks. The mood she'd been in before was at once gone and replaced by a cheery mood. She happily told them who'd helped her with it and was met with happy replies. From everyone but one. The boy's sister.

She looked a bit away from her when the Villager had told her about it, her eyes almost shaking in the candle light with worry. Her bright-blue eyes were even glittering in the light, yet vanished in the blink of an eye. Suddenly she was her happy self again, not even thinking of the thought that had been nibbling her skull just now.

" We do hope that you'll enjoy this with us on this humble evening" She nodded and smiled, sitting down on the seat the Maid had prepared for her specifically. Her gaze wasn't directed at the food on the table for long, as her eyes wandered to the outdoors. Would the reciever be mad at her if she didn't deliver the letter on time? The thought was faint but still there, slightly bothering her.

Pulling her hair away from her eyes and carefully placing the locks behind her ear, she focused on what was being served to her. This night is for the feast only, so letting something like her duty get to her mind at a time like this is out of the question. She couldn't help but sigh over the exhaustion she'd been feeling after the countless hours she'd spent walking. The exhaustion of not having gotten the time to rest anywhere or eat anything but that which she brought with her.

She grasped the elegantly glistening wine glass in front of her, taking but a small taste of the varm and filling red wine it contained. The flavor made her think of only the now within the mansion instantly, her duty suddenly being nothing but a memory she has to keep.

" Enjoy yourself to your heart's content, for the night is but one to party freely" The Master spoke with delight, the children cheering for themselves quickly before cheering with the rest. The food got the attention and was consumed and tasted. All from the roasted warm dishes to the different kinds of cold dishes and extras. The wine slowly consumed by everyone at the table in rhythm to the music of the background. A calming but gripping tune raising in excitement the longer the party continued.

Even as the night sky returned from behind the clouds and glared at them all in a eerie almost red light, it was no doubt there. Keeping them up longer, and longer. The music makes it way to their head and alerts them on everything but their own health, their mood staying happy throughout the entire dinner at the table.

Immediately as everyone was satisfied with the food, a kind hand stretched itself towards the Villager, asking for a moment of her time in a dance. She gladly took his hand and stood up, heading back into the mainhall before anyone else.

The girl hesitated on being held the way the boy was holding her, yet let him do as he liked either way. Joining in on his way of holding the two moved to the music, being watched carefully by the others in the house until the boy's sister got the Maid's attention and the two joined them on the dance floor. Enjoying themselves all the way through, wanting no tonight to appear and just the now to last forever.

Yet some wishes are best unwanted...

They sat down to rest next to each other just briefly, enjoying the wine refilled in their glasses by the Butler. Sitting close to him like this, he seems somewhat alluring.

" Nee-san, is dancing new to you?" She faintly nodded, even though she somehow could only barely hear him. She quickly took another sip, enjoying the wine to its full potential before putting the glass back on the table. Her hand was instead brought to her head, that slowly started feeling more heavy. With the exhaustion from the walk and dancing behind her, the wine gets to her skull much faster than she remembers it doing before.

In some kind of daze she managed to stand up, walking over to the figurine clock while the boy just watched her from afar. Seeing her daze, yet choosing to not do anything. Up close, she wishe she hadn't gone to the clock. The color made it look foul in the darkness, and the glass mirrored her own reflection. She looked at her own figure in its glass, slowly starting to hear something close by. A dripping sound. The glass can't tell her what it is, but she's somehow starting to feel it. Feel it affect her.

Without noticing his approach, the boy was standing behind her, taking hold of the bracelet once more. She flinched at the touch and looked at her wrist, seeing a thick layer of something red around the marbles. Or more specifically, one of the cracked marbles. A small section of one of the marbles had fallen off, making it extremely sharp at the corners of the cut-out.

Drop after drop she saw the stream of red roll from her wrist and down to the ground, her head starting to ring from the effect the wine finally got on her. The view of her own blood flowing out of her body from a cut made by her bracelet causing her head to grow more and more heavy, more people noticing and asking her about her health in time before the darkness started growing. Starting from the clock it slowly moved closer to her, her vision going blurry when looking the boy's way. As their eyes would normally meet, hers closed.

The rain poured around her but didn't touch her. The smell of blood echoed in the air around her but couldn't be seen. No light to show her the way or silhouettes around her. Her bracelet was still on her, she could feel it...but something was wrong overall. She felt cold, constantly, not from the rain or the feeling of the dry ground under her body. No, it was something worse to her...it was from the blood echoing around her while her body seemed bare. The one wind she felt hit her everywhere, chilling her to the core.

A quiet giggle, strengthening to that of a maniacal laughter surrounded her, embracing her already freezing body with a cold breath. In an instant as the laughter took a halt, everything stopped. The ground couldn't be felt, the sound of rain was nowhere and the blood hadn't left a single trace in the air. The only thing remaining was she herself, traveling subconsciously further into the darkness with a body still feeling cold and bare. Had her bare feeling something to do with the party's aftermath?

The thought of that being the case scared her more than the darkness, as one of the hosts would be responsible for it in that case.

The rain could slowly be heard once more, the smell of blood returning in the air as well. The darkness soon gave way for a loud rumble followed by a quickly spreading light and equally quickly disappearing light. The familiar hallway, broken apart. Crushed pillars and a broken clock. Trashed armchairs and a dusty firehouse. Torn carpets and curtains. Broken wooden floor and a torn down wall painting. Every part of the mansion she was staying at, wrecked. No hosts to be seen anywhere, just her. Her, and a silently watching figure from the floor above her.

The Lady stood still where she was in the mainhall, listening to the sound of something. Been standing there for what seemed to be hours, but the hands had not been moving since the clock struck 55 on the 23rd hour. The moon had gone back into clouds and the rain was pouring once more, much more heavily than when the girl first arrived.

" Does anyone hear that thumping?" A vague almost knocking sound from somewhere in the building, not from above them or on the floor they were at. No, from far below where the original owners of the mansion rests.

" Mina! There doesn't seem to be a next page!" They looked at the horrified girl in what seemed to be close to panic. A missing page admist the chaos. A knocking sound from below where the coffins are located and their guest from the evening before missing from her bed. They quickly spread out across the building, the boy being the only one heading towards the guest room to check where she could've gone. The page had little interest to him, even if the script had to be performed accordingly to every detail.

With the Lead Role missing, what good does a script then? With no one to perform with them, how can they hope to end the final night in their life? He didn't scan any walls or other doors, just went straight to the guest room with those thoughts in mind. She has to be found, no matter what.

Yet just how the Maid had described it, the bed was empty and the Villager's regular clothing was gone likewise. The dress she'd been wearing from the night before laying there neatly on the bed, properly placed to not create any unneccesary folds or curves.

Nowhere to be seen, and a page still missing.

" Why was the page stolen? Was there something that had to be hidden?"

" Hey, this was laying on the ground" The girl exclaimed to gather everyone's attention. She was holding in a dirtied letter, with a unreadable signature on top of it. Something with it seemed special, and the timing of arrival for the letter was one that caught curiosity.

While the attention was given upstairs, footsteps moved across a stone staircase, constantly moving further down. Eventually turning and going further underground to reach a literal room below the mansion. Carefully laid out stone tablets behind a row of coffins. Almost formed into altars, but with a clear golden cross on each of them.

She clutched onto a piece of the clock she'd snuck with her before anyone noticed, pressing it against her bulting heart. Would they find her in here, what would they believe? The night she went through told her what kind of place this was or would become. Either way, it's one she doesn't want to stay in any longer. She need to find a way to get out, she know that, yet can't figure out a a reasonable way.

Her quick search thus lead her to the mansion's only secret room, revealing the pile of corpses hidden from visitor's sight. What were they for though, these coffins? In total, there were eight of them. Seeing how the only other rooms she hadn't noticed before in the mansion were bedrooms for the hosts, this would have to be it. A strange location to sleep in, but it would have to be the case. Unless they don't need any sleep at all, making the contents for the coffins much more worrying.

She closed in on the one coffin lit up by a small hole in the wall stretching to the outside. Kneeled down in front of it and slowly moved away the lid. In time as she lid crashed against the ground on the other side of the coffin, the constant thumping from nearby stopped.

The others couldn't hear the thumping coming to a halt, as their attention had been given to the letter the Mistress reminded the others that their guest had been carrying. The letter was in no condition to be delivered at the time, but there was still something very peculiar with it.

Gathered around a single wooden table with the open book for their so-called script, the boy carefully opened the letter and pulled out what was nothing more than a blank piece of paper. A paper of perfect size to their book, yet nearly giving off its own peculiar light.

" Could this truly be the end?" The page flung its way from his hand and self-attached to the book that quickly started to glow. Footsteps were heard coming closaer and closer to them, the pages in the book starting to turn.

" Take a closer look, the missing page is still unfound!" A voice warned them, far too late. The pages broke free from the book and flung around in the room, gathering around the hosts for an eternal feast. The Villager exited the hidden room placed next to the clock, dropping the hand from it when seeing what was happening.

The pages flung closer and closer to the hosts, cornering them around the table with the book without pages. Yet the story moves on, moving closer to their EndRoll. The Villager could nothing do but watch as the boy she'd spent the most time with was slowly consumed by the pages along with the hosts and recollected by the book. Silencing the room right before the book closed itself.

She looked at the book carefully, walking up to it step by step. No one in sight, she dared herself to touch it. Opening it and wiping through the pages before she found the image of their faces. Their fear as the night ended drastically. Her eyes traced herself to the boy who looked in his own direction. It was almost as if his attention had been given to something other than the pages flying around the room.

Looking over at the empty lettercase, six letters started becoming more and more visible.

" Bad End once more. Let us bring it to the End once and for all...but, 'til another night" A light voice, much resembling her own whispered behind her. The hand from the clock was slowly pulled away from her grip, then swiftly plunged past the fabric, skin and flesh. Directly into her heart.

There, finally finished. So, just a little quick comment about this chapter. I know that I went a bit overboard perhaps with the details in the beginning before the feast, but that was completely intentional. I didn't expect it to become so long, but it was still something I planned on doing. Considering the fact that to me, the story continues after the fourth song. It's labeled as True End at the end, but certainly not in my eyes. Not any longer. Which is why I'm warning you already now. The Fourth Song Will Not End The Same Way. Just for your information.

Well. Onto the song I've been waiting for and then onwards to the one night some of you reading might not approve of. I'll repeat a sentence from the song, "And after swinging long enough, I started enjoying myself so". I'll see you all, in EncorE.