Carigan Williams trudged across the parking lot of the apartment
complex with her husky puppy, Odin happily loping behind. The
rain had been falling heavily for two weeks now, and showed no
signs of letting up anytime soon. She was completely soaked to
the bone by the time she had taken 3 steps outside of the
"You're lucky that I love you so much." she whispered testily at
the loyal animal who just wagged his tail in return. If it hadn't
been so cold, the rain wouldn't have bothered her much, but it
was so cold, and so it did bother her that much.
The sky was an inky grey, just as
it had been on the days before. The color, or lack thereof,
drained the usually vivid scenery of all life with the exception
of the rose garden which was tended to by the complex's
caregivers on a daily basis. It made no real sense to her that so
much effort be put into something that wasn't even personal for
the gardeners, but the brilliant red was a welcomed change from
the endless shades of darkness that blanketed the entire city as
Although her sweater was all but
useless by this point, Carigan clutched it tightly around her
torso as an unearthly chill crept over her entire being. The sky
flashed white followed by an immediate clap of thunder and in the
millisecond between flashes, she flinched at the sight of a
figure standing in the center of the clearing, but it was gone as
soon as it had appeared.
Superstition outshone her reason
and she called out in the direction the shape had been standing.
"Hello?" her voice resounded,
stronger than she felt. "Are you okay? Do you need help?"
Squinting against the slanted
rain, she strained to see any presence of life. Her soaked hair
dripping around her shoulders, yshe allowed her instincts to take
over, turning on her heel to pick up the dog who was lying
obliviously at her feet. "Let's go inside." she whispered, more
to herself than to the puppy.
After setting the animal down
inside her apartment and locking the door, she proceeded to the
window and the sight she captured sent unreasonable fear down her
spine. The masculine figure had returned to the field, standing
as still as a stone. It's hair dripping around it's face; his
eyes fixed on her window.
Carigan reached for the blinds,
pulling them shut, before walking to the kitchen cabinet, pulling
out the benedryl and taking two. Her curiosity getting the best
of her, she inhaled deeply before walking back to the window and
peeking between the blinds in the direction of the shadow. She
sighed in relief when she found it to be empty. Although her
instinctual fear demanded to be felt, she pushed the emotion
behind a mental door, making sure to lock it before heading to
the bathroom for her nightly routine.
She had been living on her own
for 3 years now, and at twenty-one years old it was high time she
put the monsters of childhood dreams to rest. Normal people
didn't let shadows in the night get the best of them. Grownups
didn't believe scary stories.
Greyson Ledger paced swiftly
through his ancestral home, growing increasingly impatient with
the grandfather clock at the bottom of the stairwell, which had
seemingly read 2:56 for the past three hours. After nine hundred
years, one would have thought he would find a way to escape
impatience, but with eternal youth came the preservation of all
"Winterly!" he called out
anxiously. The decrepit butler rounded the corner only a moment
later, his snowy eyebrows knit together in askance. "Yes, my
lord?" he questioned.
"You are positive her chamber is
prepared to my approval?"
The elderly man chuckled
inwardly. For all his stern exterior, it was painfully obvious
that his master wanted to make an altogether impressive display
of his wealth for the new guest.
"Yes, my lord. Everything has
been arranged to your liking."
Greyson tugged on the sleeves of
his black fitted jacket, turning to assess his appearance in the
large gilded mirror which occupied the majority of the wall
adjacent to the stairwell.
"Close enough." he muttered. His
reflection looked infinitely more confident than he felt.
Today was the day he welcomed his
love into her rightful home..
Just as his father had his mother
before him, and just as his grandfather had, it was his duty to
fullfill the legacy left by his ancestors. As the eldest of five
siblings, it was his duty to provide an heir to the throne. He
had known that since his youth.
But there was admittedly
something more to it. Underneath his ruthless exterior, or even
his smiles which were reserved for his family, there lay an
emptiness. The feeling had started as nothing more than a
thought, but had quickly grown into a full time occupant of the
darkest corners of his mind. His loneliness had consumed him for
the better part of a century, turning the usual occasional tryst
with the village beauty into an endless search for something
more. Night after night he had lost himself in alcohol, women,
Eventually he had grown tired of
searching for purpose. As a last resort, he had chosen to visit
the one person who knew him better than he knew himself. His
father. It was then that he was told the truth behind his
restlessness. He desired a partner. A mate, as some would call
His father, reborn into
immortality during the late 2nd century, had brought his rather
unwilling mother home to his ancestral seat in much the same way
as would proceed during the day's events. Finally, his loneliness
would come to an end.
On one hand, he began to think
that he should worry over his lovely's inevitable reluctance to
join him for eternity. He had known Carigan all of her life,
having kept track of her through documents and familial friends
whose discretion in collecting information of the unknown was
most remarkable. No one could have suspected that it would take
him nearly a millennium to at last discover his beloved's
existence, but the lovely thing about immortality was the decided
missing sense of time. Years melted together, and all in all,
were no longer a cause of alarm to those who paid them no
He thought on his beloved for a
moment, frowning when a vision from the day before assaulted his
memory. It had been torture to see her in the rain, cold and
scared. His lack of discretion in the clearing by her home had
caused her alarm, and he closed his eyes tightly against the
memory. Ah, she would have never admitted her fear, but he had
felt it in the spaces that stretched between them. He might have
stayed away, but he simply could not wait to show himself to her,
with only hours between the time when they should be
A sliver of doubt coiled itself
around his mind, questioning the unthinkable possibility that she
may not wish to be with him, after all. He quickly squelched it
as the clock chimed the hour of three. Darkness still hung heavy
in the hours between night and day, the rain falling heavier than
it had the days before. It was unthinkable to even imagine that
she would not be accepting of the fortune, safety and splendor he
would shower her with. Only a fool would not be a willing
participant in the life he had so carefully maintained.
He was the next in line to the
closest thing his kind had to a throne; he was practically
royalty. Certainly the most revered and respected of the greater
unknown species. If anything, he truly expected his companion to
be honored that she would have been so lucky to enjoy such a fate
With his shoulders squared
arrogantly, his pride growing as his steps resounded through the
massive hall, it seemed as though nothing could deny him the
satisfaction that would undoubtedly be his after his bride tossed
herself wholeheartedly into his awaiting arms.