Chapter 2 - Caught in the Act

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The woman walked through the desert, tired and sore, but she wouldn't give up. It was now dawn, or some time around dawn, the sun was just peeking the horizon and the woman had been walking all night.

She would not stop, she had to find this man and stop him before another village was destroyed. Why was he doing this, killing for the fun of it? it was sick! What would possess a person to kill so much?!

The woman continued, not sure where she was really going, she was just walking in the same direction the man had been heading in before he vanished.

Worst part was, she was too far away to see the man properly, so she had no idea what he looked like, she could end up searching for months and not find anyone.

She should just give up and search for a new home, but she had two reasons to find this man, both spurred on by her strong pride. She wanted to know who he was, why he had killed so many innocent people, and what he was.

No human could vanish like that man had.

Also, she was forced onwards by her genuine curiosity, she wanted to know who this man was just because she had never seen such a mysterious person in her life.

What the hell was the matter with her?! He was a murderer and here she was, searching him out to give him a good shouting at!

She was going to die, wasn't she?

The woman huffed and continued, her stubborness was going to be the death of her, she knew it, she had known it would cause problems one day.

This was that day.

~5D's~

The man stood in his kitchen, exhausted. He had spent the entire night returning to his home through the shadows, as not to be seen. He needed sleep.

He ran his fingers through his blond hair, spiked up hair, his eyes closed as he let out a yawn. He should stop destroying so many places in one night, it was a killer for his sleep cycle.

Now the man had to sleep during the day and go out at night. Which he didn't mind really, but it was a pain in the ass when it came to shopping for essentials.

The man picked up his glass and took a swig of the cool water, he had a store room for food, and a large pail of water for drinking and another for washing dishes.

Outside there was a lake which was useful when it came to washing his clothes and he even had a basket to put the filthy clothes in when he needed to change.

The man smirked as he leaned against the stone wall, a candle flickering beside him, needing to be changed. He loved his home, it was quiet and he was alone, which he loved.

People were pathetic, he didn't need company or friends. He wanted to be alone forever. To destroy was his love and passion, nothing else.

He gulped down the last of his drink and placed the glass in a box before turning and walking down the corridor, towards his room, he was going to retire for the day, and then wreak more havoc all through the night.

His favorite pass-time.

~5D's~

The woman panted as she shuffled tiredly up a large mountain of sand. She hadn't had any food or drink since she had left the village last night, and it was now midday.

She needed some water, she was so thirsty.

She continued to climb, wiping the sweat from her forehead as her fire eyes dulled with exhaustion. She hadn't slept, she hadn't eaten, or drank anything. She was on the verge of blacking out.

Once she finally got to the top, she felt a dip in her stomach. She was seeing mirages now too. There was a large cliff ahead, spanning as far as the eye can see, with a waterfall going into a small lake, which seemed to go into an underground stream, keeping the water fresh and clean, but the desert dry.

Seeing it as her only option, she slid down the large mountain of sand and stood in front of the cliff. It was still there, didn't mirages fade by now?

The woman decided to try her luck and ran up to the lake, dropping to her knees and dipping her hand into the warm water. She gasped, and then dropped her face in, gulping large amounts to quench her burning thirst.

Once she was satisfied she lifted her head with a deep sigh and wiped the excess from her chin, looking around. This must be the place, there wasn't anywhere else for miles and the man couldn't survive without food.

The woman got to her feet and walked around the border of the large cliff, maybe above this cliff there was greenery, why would a cliff span for this long if it were not the end of the desert?

She hummed and came to a stop when she saw a cave, maybe she could take refuge in there until she found the man she was searching for.

The woman walked into the cave and froze, through the light of the harsh sun, she could make out some of the room. There was a table in the middle and candles everywhere, most of them burned out.

"What...The hell?" She gasped, looking at a candle and taking it, before pulling a pack of matches out of her pocket and lighting the stick of wax, she always kept matches incase of an emergency.

Lucky her!

She was going to feel pain when the wax began to drip, but this was her only way to investigate. She walked through the first corridor she spotted and found a...Kitchen?

"This is mad..." She breathed, seeing something glimmer in the candle light. She picked it up and noticed it was a knife, maybe left out after someone had eaten.

This would be useful if she were to be attacked.

The woman continued through the halls until she finally came across another opening, peeking her head inside, she couldn't see a thing!

Walking into the room cautiously, she let the candle light envelope the room in a warm glow and froze at what she saw.

Lying on a bed, was a man, sleeping soundly on his back, not a noise coming from the young male. She knew instantly by that mysterious aura around him, that it was the same man who had destroyed her town and killed everyone in it.

Slowly creeping closer, she took a look at his tall form. He was atleast six feet tall maybe even bordering on 6'5" He was exceptionally tall and agile. His facial features were strong, confident, and peaceful as he slept.

It was hard to believe this man was the reason so many people were dead.

The woman stepped up to the side of the bed and continued to take in his features, wanting to know her enemy and all that.

However she hissed as she felt wax burn her hand and dropped the candle onto the ground, causing a thump. She was suddenly pinned against the wall by her throat.

She blinked and finally realized this, having not registered movement. She grabbed at the hand on her throat, wanting to taste the sweet tang of the air.

In her line of sight, was a snarling face, and the most terrifying amethyst eyes, his entire face dark as the candle was behind him, only giving him an outline of the orange glow.

She was going to die!

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