Bwahaha! I have come to a pattern; this story will be updated every other day so I have time to work on Writer's Block! Don't feel like I'm being forced to write; it takes little time and it's very easy for me.
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She laced up her dress in the back, put on her shoes, and walked out, humming quietly to herself along the way. Tonight had been great, but tiring; she seriously needed a good sleep before rehearsal tomorrow.
She reached out to put out a candle, but it went out by itself.
Strange.
Tori reached out for another, only to find that that one went out too. In fact, all of her candles were going out by themselves!
She felt a sudden, strange chill in the air and shivered. She had never liked the dark, not at all. Especially when it was combined with coldness. Suddenly she felt like she was being watched, like someone was going to pounce on her any moment.
Tori looked around slowly, her arms wrapped around herself. She asked in her quiet little voice:
"H-hello? Anyone out there?"
Silence greeted her, but the chill lifted slightly.
She stepped forward, toward where her mirror was. Peering into it, she saw her face, as pale as snow, and her green eyes widened in fear. Although her hair had been brushed out, it was suddenly limp again, drooping over her face, giving her a gothic, depressed look. That had always happened when she was afraid; her hair would become limp, as if sensing that its holder was in danger.
Suddenly, the mirror slid open.
Tori's eyes darted to the side, afraid to look up, and she backed up on impulse to the door, flattening herself against it.
Don't you dare look up…
But she did, and gasped in terror at the sight.
A masked man, clad all in black, was standing in the entrance to a long, dark hall where her mirror's reflective metal had once stood. A cape hung limply behind him, giving him the look of a vampirish bat, in Tori's view.
He started walking briskly forward, his expression unchanging. Tori whimpered and pressed herself against the door even more. She was terrified, absolutely terrified…she wasn't terrified enough for her thoughts to run awry, but enough so that her lungs pained to take in a deep breath.
He was right in front of her now. The man was about 6 feet, so he towered over Tori.
She made a small, frightened noise and turned her head to the side, closing her eyes, as if trying to escape the horror of it all, trying to convince herself that it was a nightmare, only a nightmare, that she was really just taking a quick nap a few hours before the show.
Everything fell silent (was there really any noise at all, or had it been the blood in her ears?) and Tori risked peeping out of one eye.
She saw a black gloved hand in front of her.
Tori opened her eyes fully to stare at the hand, a little bit of curiosity mingling with her fear. Did he want her to come with him down that long and gloomy passageway? No torch at all?
But Tori seemed to trust him a little bit, however frightening he was. He gave her a little sense of security, and didn't mean any harm; that was obvious.
She looked up into his eyes, trying to see the answer, and saw compassion mixed with gentleness in his gaze. It was as if he wanted to say "Come with me, I won't do anything to you", but his eyes said it for him.
Her brain screamed to run, but her hands and feet thought differently. She took the gloved hand in front of her.
A/N: Yay for freaked out Tori! She is so much cuter that way, as if she were a giant, squishy teddy.
:D