Demons, the Pain of my Resistance
It was supposed to be a vacation they said! A relaxing day signing books they said! Nothing difficult, quick, easy, and painless.
Siris was running through the empty streets of a small town in Virginia trying to escape a group of demon possessed humans. She was supposed to be just signing books on her book tour, nothing too stressful. Her publisher and agent Mrs. Smith (she liked to call her Agent Smith) assured Siris that nothing could go wrong!
"I blame you Agent Smith! This is your fault! You tempted fate with that one sentence!" Siris whined as she ran. She really hated it sometimes being able to see into the world of the supernatural. At times like this, ignorance really was bliss. It seemed like any demons Siris came across wanted to catch her. Spirits and demons be damned. They suck.
"She’s over there!" Siris didn’t think, just acted as soon as an abandoned home popped into view. She scaled the chain link fence and practically threw herself in through the window. The large ‘STAY OUT’ sign couldn’t keep her out, no way.
Siris didn’t relax when she finally took in her surroundings of the old home. It was one of the tourist attractions, one of those infamous ‘haunted’ homes that a small tour bus would talk about when it drove by during the day. If anything, Siris was even more on alert, hyperaware of the eerie silence of an long abandoned home. Siris’ hair stood on end and she rubbed her arms in comfort.
"Oh, hello there creepy home! Don’t mind me inside you. I’m too awesome to throw out," Siris said, more to comfort herself by breaking the silence. Siris jumped when she heard a noise.
"Crap!" It must be the demons; they must have found her. Siris turned to run out the back but slammed against something - no, someone - and fell back ungracefully on her rear end. Her heart skipped a beat. If it was from fear or because she recognized the guy at all she didn’t know.
It was her crush, the man she only saw once before not that long after her accident. Back then, their gazes met and his eyes were enough to make her heart race. And then he disappeared, melding into the shadows. Siris thought she was imagining things, making up a guy that she liked and yet here he was, the one with the pretty eyes.
Siris has a weakness for beautiful eyes.
She blushed and her heart beat thundered in her ears. She blurted out the first thing that came to her fear addled mind.
“Something’s wrong with my eyes, because I can’t take them off you,” Siris blurted out. She couldn’t help it. Cheesy pick up lines were ingrained into her.
The scowl on Pitch Black’s face was a deeply set disappointment. He had come to his home for exploration. He had come for mystery and for answers. He had come to enjoy himself in all of the horrors of an allegedly haunted building, and he had hoped that perhaps he could make some entertainment of this rather already boring night.
He had not come to speak a lady who could not comprehend how vision worked.
When Pitch saw the girl rushing into the terrifying abode he had hoped he would face someone perhaps unafraid of ghosts stories and obviously more afraid of something real. What had she been running from? What was she trying to escape?
Already, Pitch decided he wanted to escape her. She made no sense to the likes of a King who did not wish to take the time to understand. She possessed an amount of confusion that was too contrived for him to bother with examining. She was a strange face in a strange place where something strange was happening; and it was not the kind of strange that interested him.
"Then perhaps I’ll have to take them out of you,” the Boogeyman’s snarl was unmatched by any other.