Chapter 7 OF Blue eyes though the mist. Please R/R!
Engulfment of darkness:
"Did you hear what happened?" gasped Anzu, running a brush though her brown locks. "To think that they found Vivian screaming last night, yelling that a huge Jackal was after her…."
Mana paused, her brush frozen in mid comb. "What about Kisara?" she asked, spinning around to look at her friend. "What about her?" blinked Anzu.
"Ryou is heart broken," sighed Mana, turning back to her mirror. "Kisara is worsening. She's paler then ever before, and Isis does not think she is drinking her medicine."
Meanwhile, a shadow flittered by the girls dressing room, and a cloaked man leant against the door, a smirk playing around his lips when he heard Kisara's name being mentioned.
"They think," whispered Mana, dropping her voice so that only Anzu could hear, "that she is cursed…by the nameless one. The ghost who is said to haunt these very walls…"
"Nonsense," yapped a high pitched voice behind them. Rebecca flicked her blonde hair out of her eyes, and cast a sceptic glare upon Mana. "Hocus Pocus, that's all it is."
Mai, Rebecca's older sister, waltzed in suddenly. A shadow drew back from the now open door, and Mana glanced at it in interest.
"Becky's right for once in her life. Anzu, get a grip. As for Mana…" as Mai turned around to address the young girl, she was nowhere to be seen.
Mana crept along the courtyard, the setting sun casting long shadows across the sand. They reminded her of spiders, and she shuddered. The figure she was following disappeared down an old alleyway, and she caught the swift movement with her clever eyes. She slowly edged her way to the alley, ignoring that the sun had completely set, and that she was alone following a strange man in the back of a darkened alleyway.
As she turned the corner, she gasped. At the end of the alley was a run down old shack that had been abandoned for years. Many rumours flittered about concerning that place, and the least Mana wanted to do was approach it. But she was a curious girl, and before she knew it her legs were moving of their accord to the empty, creepy shack.
Her hand grasped the handle, and as soon as Mana had given it a small tug, the door creaked open, clothing her in dust and cobwebs, along with other nastiness.
Stairs led down, down, down into some darkness where light had never touched its cloak. Taking a deep breath, Mana placed her foot carefully on the crumbling staircase, her foot steps echoing eerily against the stone walls.
After the dreaded detour down the steps, Mana took a step forward…and fell.
Down deep into a more threatening darkness, did poor Mana fall. She tore her dress as she toppled, and cold liquid engulfed her.
Shakily getting to her feet, the water came up to her waist, and was icily cold. The dark figure was watching her, his lip curling in distaste. So little Mana had followed him. Now, he wanted to play, and she was his perfect target.
"Would you like to play a game, little girl?" he whispered, causing Mana to look up and try in vain to find the source of that voice. "I-I'm sorry!" cried Mana, "I was just curious…I never meant to offend."
The voice came again, gentler and sweeter this time, but dripping with false innocence: "Poor child…you must be tired after your little adventure…"
Mana nodded in relief, glad to know that this voice had some dose of humanity.
The voice came again, no gentle tone, just a cold, hard teasing voice:
"You need to sleep then!"
Music began to seep out of the darkness, slow, haunting, enchanting music, the type that could have lolled a loin to sleep. Mana's eyes grew wide when she realised what his motive was. She tired to speak, but her eyelids started to droop. Her shoulders slumped as an odd mist surrounded her, lifting her body like a rag doll. It seemed to chain her up, as a dark figure approached her.
Mana gasped despite her state at the pure beauty of this terrible and powerful being. Moonlight from a crack in the ceiling cast half his face with white light. He had a long, delicate nose, a full mouth that was pulled back into a smirk, a long face with a proud jaw, but nothing could match up to that man or thing's eyes.
They were not human. They were the most beautiful, but frightening eyes that Mana had ever laid eyes on. They were blue, a beautiful sapphire blue, brighter then the sun, yet darker then the night.
With one perfectly unflawed hand he grasped her jaw, and forced her to look in to those haunting eyes of his. "She's mine," he hissed, as Mana sunk into nothingness…..
BB3: Please R/R! Sorry about the crappy beginning.
Cat: BUT ALL OF IT WAS CRAPPY!