Things Unseen~A Mythic Romance

[Imagine If.....]

You and I see the would differently you see a bee and think ‘move away’ I think ‘get closer’. However all life is beautiful, no matter how close you see it or even how you see it. Because without that bee there’s no you.
She closed the book, and fell into a trance looking out the window at the rain, and silently thought you see the rain as ‘wet’ I see it as ‘a puzzle piece of life’. She head Dora playing in the other room and but her pen and to paper and wrote her name down. Then slowly got up stretching all the sour muscles. She failed to notice the dark shadow drifting by the window
“Dora, sweetly time for bed”, however Wendy knew what to expect from the five year old. The little girl slowly got up eyeing Wendy. She dropped the Barbie dolls and sprinted into the kitchen giggling. Wendy sighed following in close pursuit. “ I’m gonna get you I’m gonna get you”, she yelled in a fake monster voice. Dora giggled as they dived back an forth by the counter isle. “ Can’t catch me!” She shrieked, as Wendy scooped up the little girl. “ Oh yes I can yes I can!” She climbed up the stairs tickling Dora as she went.
She sighed climbing down the stairs Dora was tucked in, and the grandfather to ticked 7 o’clock. It was time to lock up. She took the lavender candles from the drawer and lit them in the window will. Then she took the iron filings and scattered them by the entree ways. Humming as she went.
It was ten years ago, ten years since then outbreak. The barriers of nature had been broken when the mythical creatures had started to terrorize neighborhoods. Nightmares, ghouls, vampires and werewolves had flooded the land of night. There were ways one could protect them self however. The sweet sent of lavender could fend off sickly ghouls, iron things could fend off werewolves pretty well. But nightmares there was no way except a dream catcher, and the most powerful nightmares could make it past that. They shifted forms at will, reading your darkest secrets and your greatest fears. Vampires couldn't enter your home unless given permission, which wasn't hard with their good looks. But iron kept them from the doorways so you could pick them out from humans. However the one weakness they all shared was silver. It could kill them.
Mrs. Sanderson was a prominent known figure in society as her late husband ran a good handful of the silver mines. She had gone away for a meeting at the capital hall leaving her only daughter Dora in Wendy’s charge. Wendy was sixteen with blond hair and thick glasses, not well know for her good looks- but her good heart. She could play the piano fairly well, and formal figures loved her quiet manners. People her age were kind to her but kept their distance, as she was different in so many ways. She lived alone, her parents killed in a accident years ago. Wendy enjoyed her solitary life, she wasn't a chatty person. She worked at the library full time, and the weekends and spare time she could be found at the coffee shop with a good book and iced tea.
She finished up and heard Mrs. Sanderson’s limo pull up. “ Wendy!” The middle aged woman cried as her driver opened the door,” I do apologize for being later then agreed to. “ That’s fine Mrs. Sanderson, I took the liberty of locking up as the hour had gone quiet late.” Mrs. Sanders got out taking Wendy’s hand and pulling her inside. “ That’s fine dear, quiet fine. Timothy!” She called out in a loud voice, the driver turned to her,” yes?” He asked in a thick English accent,” you are to drive Wendy here home.” She said as Wendy picked up her bag. “. Oh that’s fine ma’m, it’s still quiet early and I came ready to walk home, she said reveling her sliver dagger that she kept at her hip for protection. “Are you sure dear?” The old woman asked unsure. “Yes ma’m good night.” The woman nodded her off and closed the door.
Wendy would have driven, but her car had been called into the shop for repairs on the gas tank. She was starting to regret leaving it. The night was dark as clouds covered the moon like a blanket. Mrs. Sanderson ‘s house was located near a thin stretch of wood, secured by nightly hunting parties. Somehow the thought didn't make her feel safe.
She kept walking her boots sloshed against the muddy dirt path. And the rain fell softly against the umbrella, the storm slowing to a stop. She relaxed somewhat. Then she heard it a unearthly like sound it echoed through the trees and was unlike anything she had ever heard. A wailing sound which told of sorrow and heartbreak. And without thinking she followed it, off the path and into the woods.

[Imagine If.....]

Chapter Two~Wendy’s legs felt as if they didn’t belong to her, as she continued to walk toward the wailing sound. It was a mad and broken at the same time, it scared yet compelled her to move toward it even faster. That is till she saw it, she rounded a bend in the trees and gasped. It was massive the size of a large draft horse, it’s skin was shell like and black as the cold night around it. The mouth was more of a beak, and large wings fell useless at its side. The whole effect gave off the look of a gargoyle. It was hunched over but as she dared to step closed a twig snapped an the creature looked up at her. As it did it revealed two things hidden before, one the silver bolts and arrows lunged into its side and two large silver tips coming out of its back. The tips of the arrows gleamed not with the silver, but with the thick blood covering it. The second thing revealed was dark black eyes not even the recovering light of the moon could reveal what lay beneath. She realized what it was finally, it was a nightmare
She dared to take another step suddenly aware of what she was going to do, her hand was on the hilt of her knife. The nightmare creature growled with surprising ferocity, yet Wendy could sense it took much effort and strength. “ Please.... Let me help you.” The words fell out of her mouth before she could understand them herself. The thing continued to growl but she approached never the less. She removed her raincoat shivering with the cold more prominent against her. She lay it on the ground along with her tote, she took the coat and made a attempt at covering the creatures worst wounds. It continued to growl moving around on its fours. She took from her tote her first aid kit. It was simple, but it would have to work. Next she took her dagger, and the creature roared making her fall at its feet. “ please let me help you”, she repeated, her voice was only more then a whisper. She got to her knees at started to hack off the silver tips of the weapons when done she started sliding them out, it only let out painful grunts now weaker.
The nightmare lay still the whole time, this girl had no idea how strong he really was. He could see clear as day she planned to gain his trust then call the hunting party to finish him off, she was just buying herself time. Slowly slowly he would kill her. So he lay still, plan in mind the whole time.
She removed the shaft then removed the arrow tips, then she heard it the foot steps of people in the distance. What to do what to do? Panicking she stepped away from the creature the took her knife, holding it over her wrist. She took a deep breath then brought it down, the smell of blood reached her nostrils but she kept going digging it into her skin making jagged marks as she went. It hurt so bad. She dropped the knife grasping her wrist with her other hand, before running to greet the party of hunters.
He lay still waiting for the party to come, waiting for the real fun to begin. So he was for the first time in years surprised when the girl got to her feet and grabbed the dagger, even more surprised when she started to cut herself. He could feel her pain as she turned the knife, being a nightmare he could feel the emotions of others around him. He grew suspicious when she ran to meet them though. Fine let them come. I’ll kill them all. But they didn’t come. Their footsteps grew more faint, then the girl was back. What had happened?
She ran to greet the party the words she had prepared already on her tongue. “Help please! Help me!” She yelled in terror. “Whats the problem miss?” Asked a burly bearded man. “ A beast in the woods. She pointed to the area across from her. “I’ve been looking for you for half an hour! It came from the South, I think it was hurt. It should still be there. I tried to see if it was dead but it attacked me”, she held up her hand. “Look miss calm down- we’ll see to it that its killed. Go home and bandage that up.” She nodded and walked back the way she had come, smiling when she heard them move in the opposite direction.
Wendy came back to the creature who’s eyes now fell deeply. “ They’re gone.” She said quietly to it. She took her hand and put a thin bandage on it. Then took the thick ones unsure of how to proceed.
“They’re gone” the girl said quietly, putting a much to thin bandage on her wrist, then she took the thicker one and moved toward him. She’s trying to really help me. It wasn’t fake, she cares. Why? She started to wrap the bandages around him, completely unaware of the fact that he wasn’t hurt at all. She feared me, but was willing to come close enough to help me. She’s pure, an innocent. Suddenly the surroundings changed, no more blood or broken shafts laying around the forest floor. No more wounds. The girl faced him amazed, then struck by fear, she dropped the bandage and turned to run.
It was fake all fake the thing was drawing me in to help it or kill it, so it can kill me. Wendy ran but only made it to the bend before she ran into something hard.
She was terrified of me, no this isn’t right. Everything should fear me, everything exempt her... She’s different, kind brave innocent. He jumped up spreading his wings into the air then falling to meet her. She ran into him, only taking in one glimpse before trying to move away. He wouldn’t let her pulling her close. “ Don’t fear me”, he spoke for the first time. “ I can’t hurt you , and no one else will ever close enough to try.” Wendy was speechless and only found six words,” what do you want from me?” He felt her fear and confusion,”to be something I haven’t had in a long time....a friend.” She was startled at his request,” why?” He laughed a rough voice it was coarse due to his form,” because you are the only thing that has cared for me.... now I in turn care for you.

[Imagine If.....]

Wendy’s POV (Point of view)
Ever do or feel something that feels like a dream? The kind that you sometimes can’t remember when you wake up-but wish you could remember it all. Or the kind that you wake sweating from. From my point of view it was the kind you woke up sweating from. I just wanted to go home...but no I was stuck here being held hostage because a nightmare wanted a friend. Maybe it was tricking me-it probably was, but if i played my cards right there was a small chance it would’t kill me.
Nightmare’s POV(Point of view)
She feared me....I saw that much but why was a harder thing to read. That is if I couldn’t already take a guess. She’s scared like most people of me, yet she had the courage to come up to me when she believed me hurt. It was getting harder and harder to read her emotions, as I was thirsting for the thing I needed to live-fear. Her fear was blown out of proportion and even the newest nightmare would see a feast. I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay much longer without risking her life, and if I wanted to have enough energy to drift-I would have to leave soon. I heard it then a whoosh of air coming from behind, a arrow maybe. Shifting the girl under my arm and wrapping a wing around her was done in a instant, more like a reflex then anything. I glanced up at the silver dancing in the moonlight, they meant business.
Wendy’s POV (Point of View)
I suddenly felt my whole body shifted to one side moved so quickly I gasped. Then I felt something from behind, even through my clothes I could feel the thick rough material of a.....wing? It was coming up behind me pulling me close. As soon as it stopped that’s when I heard it a crush of snow and ice, footsteps coming near at a quick pace. From ahead I smelt the aroma of lavender waft toward me and the nightmare. A warm glow of flashlights were coming nearer. Yelling and dogs barking, both then men and the animal desperate to take in a kill, excited to kill. The thought sent chills to my core, enjoying killing was evil. There was no other word for it...evil. Finally realizing help was coming I fought against the iron grip, with renewed strength. The hunter’s noticed me, as I made myself seen fighting the nightmare, coming to a slamming halt pulling the dogs back. They barked and howled excited to be so close. A few of the men held lavender scented candles, and I wonder why it wasn’t deterring the nightmare as it should have, making it weaker. “Let the girl go.....you are outnumbered-and we’re take you down.” It was the redhead man with the beard talking...obviously the leader of the group. “You really should practice your aim.” The creature said its voice scratchy and even deeper then before, and I gaped as it pulled an arrow from behind it. It...it had moved me away? Why? It was a nightmare it lived to cause fear, and to feed on it. Why would it protect me?
Nightmare’s POV(Point of View)
He pulled the arrow out and smiled a dark grin before saying,” I don’t care to spill blood tonight, as you do have families.....But I advise you to stay out of matters which do not concern yourselves, for if we ever meet again it will not be under such...gentle circumstances.” He finished, strength dwindling, and the lavender was irritating his senses-it would normally repel a newer nightmare but one as old as he could resist it. He knew time was coming short so he took a last glance at the girl giving last attempts to put space between them. And for a moment she stopped, just as he left, looked up at him. For a fleeting second they made eye contact, and he felt a tug somewhere in his chest. Something he had’t felt in decades. His. Heart.
Wendy’s POV(ohh you get the point)
Afterward after the thing left she collapsed into the snow....ignoring as the men swarmed around her-putting a coat over her cold shoulders, and not hearing the millions of questions put to her. The band of hunters concluded that she had gone into shock..but not for the reasons they thought.

[Imagine If.....]

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