There were few moments in her life when Saydi had felt truly terrified. When she found out her sister was in the hospital and again when she discovered her sister was dead held the top of her list at a staggering height. This particular moment could possibly end up near the top.
There was little Saydi could do when faced with this man. At least, she thought it was a man-he seemed to be a little more then that. Deep, sunken eyes gave the affect that there was nothing more that burning amber irises that stared into her face with interest. He seemed to be drinking in her appearance, so vastly different from his own.
What little skin could be seen of him was a sickly yellow hue. The rest of his body was covered with black-from an old, tailored suit that seemed straight out of the last couple centuries to the tall well-worn top hat that abided upon his head. Though the top hat covers most of his head, Saydi could see stray strands of hair that lay limply at the sides of his face, long and unkempt.
Over his long, gaunt face was a mask. Black as the rest of his clothing, it stretched from the tip of his chin to the bottom of his hat. Small holes allowed for the tiny pupils to see the world around him. Along the edge of the covering garment was a thin slit that exposed pursed lips, twitched upwards in the left corner. Was he smirking at her?
To match the unique and somewhat terrifying outfit that encased this man was his immense height. Standing at what Saydi estimated to be roughly six foot four, maybe taller. He appeared to be even more towering due to his extreme thinness. He looked as though he'd not eaten in months.
A soft, melodic voice glided through the air, though Saydi heard non of it. She frowned at him, and quickly pointed to her ears. The man seemed lost. Speaking quickly, Saydi decided to explain.
"I'm deaf. If you speak again, I can try to read your lips. But you need to speak slower, okay?" her voice clawed from her throat, her words hesitating every time she made a noise.
Opposite her, the man gaped for half a second before apparently thinking better of his actions. Slowly, his thin lips formed familiar shapes that Saydi could read.
"I apologize, miss. I was in your way. I will be going now." with that, the man left, his deep ebony cloak billowing behind him.
Saydi glanced behind her, in the direction that this man had gone. There was something that drew her to him-he seemed non threatening to her. It was almost as though he gave off a vibe of being kind, yet threatening.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Saydi slid to the ground, using the cold stone wall at her back to support her. She'd need somewhere to sleep, and it couldn't be in the alley. Not when it was so cold out at night, and looking like the sky wanted to split open. She'd have to fine another way.
Saydi's having a rough time, I think. Would any of us not be terrified if we met Erik? I know I would. As much as we love him, he's flipping terrifying, and he would not stop to kill us if he needed to.
The next chapter will be up soon, so until then my lovely readers.