She was running through the woods, lungs burning, branches scratching her skin, watching the sun sink into the horizon. If she wasn’t indoors by the time darkness fell, she would never see the light of day again. He was coming, he had been since she left and he was sure to be angry. Perhaps it was stupid of her to leave, to try and escape that man…that thing. He had been so sweet and she had begun to fall under his charm. It was then that she knew she had to escape. He had taken her, pulled her from her glorious home and brought her to his hell. She was his prize, his possession, and she hated every moment of it.
She could feel her knees going weak and prayed her body would hold out just a little longer. With horror filled eyes she watched the sun disappear, and night unfurled ebon wings blanketing the world in darkness. Then she sensed him, gaining on her, inches away from taking her back and overflowing with malice. Up ahead she saw the end of the forest and the edge of town lit by a streetlight. With a desperate yell she lunged forward and landed hard on the ground, scraping her arms and legs, safe in the circle of light. Then he was there, just on the edge of the light. He could not enter it, but she saw him stalking around the perimeter, amber eyes ablaze with barely held fury. If she could just stay in this little patch of light, he wouldn’t be able to get her.
She watched petrified as a long nailed hand entered the light. As he reached for her his skin began to smoke and sizzle and he withdrew his hand with a frustrated snarl. If she stayed in the center of the light until daybreak she would have a chance to escape, yet uncertainty filled her. He was plotting something and even if she did run, he would surely follow. The futility of her efforts pained her, but she refused to give in.
Watching him, she lifted her chin in a show of defiance. To her surprise he chuckled and his eyes lit with merriment. Wary of his reaction, she saw his eyes become smug and she knew something was terribly wrong. Clawed hands and tendrils of darkness began to wrap around her and she looked frantically for their source. And there it was; her shadow. Even in the light she could not escape that bit of darkness. Before she could begin to struggle the shadow hands pulled her into his darkness and out of her light. He was looming above her and she felt his hands clasp her wrists in an iron grip. She looked up at him with large lost eyes as he gently lifted her into his arms. They sped through the night, embraced by darkness back to his home, her prison. Heart filled with angst, she knew she would never see her precious light again
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