Third Person PoV
The shadow watched the three teens from a safe distance, silently and maliciously chortling over the naiveté. This was his specialty, scaring people. He frowned as a silky, seductive, yet poisonous voice floated through his mind. Come back now. I need to see you. He longed to stay and watch the kids struggle some more, but an order was an order. He focused, feeling the dark energy well inside him, and within a moment he was no longer standing outside the boys' house. Now he stood in a grey void. The small area he had teleported to was cut off from the void by a swirling purple and black mist. If anyone, even he, ventured inside, they would be scoured to ashes.
In front of him stood a woman, her back turned to him. Before her hovered three crystalline orbs. "Ah, good. You're here." She said, her voice matching that from the one in his head. She turned to him, her waist length wavy black hair swishing ominously. She wore a blood red gown, with a black robe type garment over it, tied at the front of her waist with a single ribbon. The toes of her black heels barely poked out from under the hem. On her brow rested a silver tiara, the point facing down and over her forehead. Her skin was dead white.
The scariest part of this woman, even for him, was her eyes. There were no whites, pupils, or irises. The entire things were the same shade of deep black that seemed to pierce your soul, or lack thereof. The shadow gulped, unnerved, before saying gruffly, "You summoned me?" "Yes." She raised a porcelain hand and brushed some ebony curls from her face, her visage completely calm and serene. "I understand that you have been hunting three children of late?" With a wave of her hand, three images appeared on the orbs. One was the blonde girl, his first target. On the second was the dark boy, and on the third the light.
The shadow nodded. "Indeed, my lady," he said. "I have." "I see. And why have you been toying with your prey instead of eating it?" She asked, no emotions leaking through her soulless eyes. He hesitated, before saying, "I'm not sure what you mean, my lady." With another, more impatient, wave of the hand, the three images of the children disappeared from the orbs. Now it was replaced with an image of him sitting in the girl and dark ones class. The next was an image of him in the girls bedroom, and the last was him attacking the red headed girl. "Would you care to explain how any of this makes your mission easier to accomplish?"
"Their guards are down when they're scared." He said, in a rather disrespectful tone. "When they panic, they're easier to pick off." Now a sliver of anger cracked her porcelain face. In the most literal sense. Indeed, a small crack appeared along one of her white cheeks. "Not so." She snapped. "What you are doing, Kraven, only makes them suspicious, and thus less open to attack!" She halted abruptly and closed her black eyes for a moment. When she opened them again, the crack on her cheek had disappeared. "I also understand you were not alone in your endeavor?" Kraven shook his head. "Brittany assisted me." he admitted.
"Summon her. Now." While he did so, she turned back to the orbs, reversing the images to the children. She studied each one carefully in turn. All three of them appeared strong, almost impossibly so. When she rested one hand on the blonde girls orb to read her essence, she received a strong electric shock. She yanked the hand away with a bit back gasp. That had never occurred before. Swallowing down her surprise, she repeated it with the dark ones orb. Immediately, she was hit with a huge wave of anxiety. She was so caught up in trying to get herself free of its unending pull that she didn't notice the orb was slowly heating up her hand.
By the time she had noticed and yanked away the limb, it was severely burned. However, she just healed it with her mind, new white skin stretching over the ruined flesh. When she was ready, she proceeded to the third orb. This one filled her with energy and love, which she couldn't endure for long. After her experiments, she just stood back and stared at the orbs. They had never reacted in that way, and the responses she had gotten from the three targets were concerning. For the first time, she was afraid.
She had the luxury of forgetting that nonsense with the arrival of Brittany. This particular apparition stood haughtily, blood dripping from her pale skin and onto her dark tank top, and even onto her skinny jeans and steel toed boots. Her arms were crossed, and one hand held a bloody piece of glass. "What did you want?" she snapped. The woman's jaw tightened, and with only a single sharp look, sent the girl flying through the air and suspended her right in front of the deadly mist. Brittany's breath caught. "I found you were helping Kraven with his little hunting party." She said tightly. "Your targets are of particular interest to me." Slowly, she set a trembling Brittany back on the ground.
"And to make sure you two don't wreck my plans." She continued, "I will be in charge of this quest of yours. You do what I say, when I say, and how I say it. Understand?" She had to figure out why these children were so peculiar. The two gave wary, if sulky, nods. With a tight one of her own, the woman vanished. With her exit, the orbs went blank. "Great." Brittany huffed. "Just lovely." "Shut up." Kraven said scathingly. "She is the queen, after all." "Queen bitch, maybe."
(A/N Hope you liked. If you have any ideas or questions for me, feel free to review them.
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