Chapter 1
Hi, Random Author that probs won’t pay attention to here. I will say it now, I am in highschool, senior school, and a boarding student, I am not that great at writing stories. K?! So these will be whatever happened to be in my book and I had to time to retype, I have never done this before so I don’t know what I am doing. By the way, these are SHORT stories.
~~First story~~
Knives in The Dark
The scowling masonry stood against the howling northern winds as they ripped through the land, racing through the trees, shaking blackened leaves to the icy ground. The girl strode steadily up the gravel path watching as the dark leaves pooled and swirled in gnarled roots. She stood on the roughly cracked stone steps and glanced up at the black clouds quickly brewing over head, the wind brought the scent of sleet rolling through the trees around the titan castle.
The intricately craved doors that stood guard for eons swung noiselessly open as the willowy girl strode towards them. Revealing the dark, icy air within. The dust rose to choke her as the doors swung shut. Her bag hit the floor making the dust rise once again, yet she stared at the foyer before her. Large paintings inlaid within golden frames, huge display cases showing beautifully engraved silverware. She turned to the display case to the side, fifteen beautiful jewel hilted daggers. Each one resting on velvet lining. Black marble spread under her feet as she gazed up the marble staircase fading into icy darkness. Her breath fogged as her curiosity burned through her like fire to parchment. The shadows grinned as she walked to the stairs.
The dust and spiders’ webs latched to each other dancing through the darkened corridor as she paused at the widow. Thunder rolled and lightening danced as the storm raged, boiling the sky into a stygian mass as heavy sleet lashed against the windows. The wind still howled and bayed against the walls, rising, and falling to the rhythm of her beating heart. The darkness beckoned and called as she moved slowly through the halls, the storm a steady, clashing rhythm to her steps. Then, nothing. The darkness grew as the silence reigned, uncertainly and fear crowding her as the silence grew. Then the scratching started palms she froze, slithering, scratching never ending, the sound rose and grew. Midnight hair, hell fire eyes and pitch suit the figure stepped from the darkness. The knife resting in its hands tailing over the wall, as it stepped into the pale light of the window. Paler than the moon, but it was the eyes, the eyes, that held no warmth that shocked her, even as lips parted into a seductive purr. ‘Hello darling.’ The young woman whimpered as cold icy fingers rose. Finally, she sprinted away, away as the mocking laughter chased her through the icened hallways. The wolves of icy air snapped and clawed at her. Ripping through her clothes, clawing through her mouth, and snapping at her lungs. Her breaths came short and fast, the dusty, icy air making it an increasingly hard task. She paused in the foyer; she could no longer hear the mocking laughter that chased her through the corridors. She cast around only to find that her bag was no longer here, and that the display case had fourteen jewelled daggers. She strode to the door, so beautifully carved, they stood unmoving, of bell nor knocker there was no sign nor that her voice could penetrate should someone come for her. The back of her neck prickled as the storm rose in its steady beat. Then the slithering started again rising, falling, but always there at the very edge of her senses, the very edge of her nerves. The dark purr rolled out of the icy air cutting through her, as she raced away from the mocking laughter once again.
She limped slightly as she moved down the dark corridor her breath fogging before her as the sleet pounded on the windows. Painfully she cursed her torn muscles as she cast around for a hidden alcove to rest. The dark laughter had faded to the icy air as it slowly turned glacial. Black marble webbed out as she lent in the cold stone wall. She turned to see hidden alcove, perfect, slowly she backed into it, casting around for any sign of the man, she grinned.
Slowly her neck began to prickle. Suddenly a hand crept around her waist pulling her back, trapping her to the glacial body behind her. She whimpered at the sheathed dagger pressing into her back. A single icy finger rose to trace the lines of her face, stopping to rest over her slightly parted lips. Shivering as he bent, slowly grazing ice-cold lips over her ear he chuckled breathily. The dark purr stirred the rolling darkness as he murmured into her ear, ‘Hello darling. I hope you’re a screamer.’
