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Challenge 8a: Big Break, The Short Story
Title: Nightvisions
Word Count 565
Rating: T
Original/Fandom: original
Pairings (if any) none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con, etc): none
Summary: Eiríkr is getting closer to her and his revenge.
Soft giggles reach his ear. Tilting his head he waits for a second. More come. Smiling, he creeps in their direction. It’s like she wants him to find her.
His feet make no noise as he creeps through the forest. Years of hunting skittish prey have perfected his ability to walk unnoticed through any natural place. His newest quarry though, is far different from all of her predecessors. Those were for sport and sometimes food. Although he did plan to feast on her, it was in a very different way.
She was waiting for him. Between the branches of ancient oaks, he can see her perched on a tree limb, her legs swinging, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her pale legs. The heavy foliage above casts her face in greenish shadow concealing it from him. Disappointment fills him. He desperately needs to see her face.
Her laughter turned to humming.
He wants her to sing too, so he can hear her voice.
He needs it, absolutely needs it. He shouldn’t be feeling this way though. Just an hour ago he saw her and heard her before they had started this game. He knows what her beautiful face looks like, what her melodic voice sounds like.
Or does he? They should be there, easy to find and bring to the forefront of his mind, but there is nothing. Just a dark hole in his mind.
He needs to see her, hear her, needs to force her out in the light and make her sing. Otherwise… Otherwise he doesn’t know what he’ll do.
But it won’t be good.
Stepping forward, his foot snapping a freshly fallen stick in half, he opens his mouth to call out to her.
Nothing comes out. The only sound is that of the stick snapping into two.
She turns toward him slightly, and now he can see her mouth, a pretty, pale pink, and hear her laugh, loudly, sweetly, mockingly.
And then she is gone, blonde hair streaming out behind her as she disappears into the trees.
Cursing silently, he runs after her, and for a second a few strands of her hair are his, but then she is utterly lost to him.
Gasping, he wakes up. His heart is pounding thunderously in his chest as his eyes adjust to the nighttime light. Looking around the room feverishly, he searches for her, but she isn’t there. She is close, much closer than she ever has been before, but not here. She is still out of his reach.
“Eiríkr,” his sister says. She is leaning against a wall, almost invisible in the dark. He wonders how long she had been waiting for him to wake up.
“Soon,” he says. “I’ve almost found her.”
“Good,” she says pushing away from the wall. He can make out so of her features as she gets closer, but his vision is nothing like it used to be. “Do you know her name?”
“No,” he admits. “But she has blonde hair.”
His sister snorts. “Her and every other woman on this island.”
He shrugs. “It’s more than I used to know.”
“I suppose. After you’ve found her, make sure you destroy that man before you throw him in the cave with the rest of his kind.”
Eiríkr laughs, low and hoarse. “Don’t worry, I’ve plenty of time to think about what I am going to do to him.”
Word Count 565
Rating: T
Original/Fandom: original
Pairings (if any) none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con, etc): none
Summary: Eiríkr is getting closer to her and his revenge.
Soft giggles reach his ear. Tilting his head he waits for a second. More come. Smiling, he creeps in their direction. It’s like she wants him to find her.
His feet make no noise as he creeps through the forest. Years of hunting skittish prey have perfected his ability to walk unnoticed through any natural place. His newest quarry though, is far different from all of her predecessors. Those were for sport and sometimes food. Although he did plan to feast on her, it was in a very different way.
She was waiting for him. Between the branches of ancient oaks, he can see her perched on a tree limb, her legs swinging, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her pale legs. The heavy foliage above casts her face in greenish shadow concealing it from him. Disappointment fills him. He desperately needs to see her face.
Her laughter turned to humming.
He wants her to sing too, so he can hear her voice.
He needs it, absolutely needs it. He shouldn’t be feeling this way though. Just an hour ago he saw her and heard her before they had started this game. He knows what her beautiful face looks like, what her melodic voice sounds like.
Or does he? They should be there, easy to find and bring to the forefront of his mind, but there is nothing. Just a dark hole in his mind.
He needs to see her, hear her, needs to force her out in the light and make her sing. Otherwise… Otherwise he doesn’t know what he’ll do.
But it won’t be good.
Stepping forward, his foot snapping a freshly fallen stick in half, he opens his mouth to call out to her.
Nothing comes out. The only sound is that of the stick snapping into two.
She turns toward him slightly, and now he can see her mouth, a pretty, pale pink, and hear her laugh, loudly, sweetly, mockingly.
And then she is gone, blonde hair streaming out behind her as she disappears into the trees.
Cursing silently, he runs after her, and for a second a few strands of her hair are his, but then she is utterly lost to him.
Gasping, he wakes up. His heart is pounding thunderously in his chest as his eyes adjust to the nighttime light. Looking around the room feverishly, he searches for her, but she isn’t there. She is close, much closer than she ever has been before, but not here. She is still out of his reach.
“Eiríkr,” his sister says. She is leaning against a wall, almost invisible in the dark. He wonders how long she had been waiting for him to wake up.
“Soon,” he says. “I’ve almost found her.”
“Good,” she says pushing away from the wall. He can make out so of her features as she gets closer, but his vision is nothing like it used to be. “Do you know her name?”
“No,” he admits. “But she has blonde hair.”
His sister snorts. “Her and every other woman on this island.”
He shrugs. “It’s more than I used to know.”
“I suppose. After you’ve found her, make sure you destroy that man before you throw him in the cave with the rest of his kind.”
Eiríkr laughs, low and hoarse. “Don’t worry, I’ve plenty of time to think about what I am going to do to him.”