The girl gazed at the moon on her left.
The boy gazed at the moon beyond the skies.
She couldn't sleep. He had a job to do.
The moon remained pure white though what it shown on was sinister red.
The boy danced through the air, swiftly sliding the shiny metal across every neck he comes across as he felt the cool shower of red, the fresh scent of blood.
She heard nothing. Saw nothing. Felt nothing.
The breeze died as the curtains stopped fluttering, revealing the tender brown fur which sat by the balcony.
Curious, she got off her bed and drifted to the toy. Gently, she picked it up.
"I thought I left you beside me just now,"
she stared, as if expecting an answer from the smiling bear,
"How did you appear here?" she whispered.
"Dong! Dong! Dong!"
The grandfather clock pronounced midnight.
She felt him - his presence.
He had come for her.
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