Whispers on the Wind

I pick my way across the cool sand, loving the feel of the wind on my face. It plays with my hair, sends it streaming behind me. My eyes are closed, but even if they were open I wouldn't have been able to see anything more than the darkness shrouding me in an invisible cloak. It doesn't affect me though, because I know the beach by sense alone.

Making an effort to push all thought out of my mind, I breathe several times, slowly, hoping for the effect it usually has on me. In, out. In, out. A smile tugs at my lips, and I let it show, pleased that I haven't completely lost myself yet.

Not yet.

My eyes fly open, a human instinct I have yet to shed, and I frown as I hear the eerie whistling the breeze makes. It's an indication of the treehouse looming above me, and I will my feet to turn, to walk away, will them to double back and forget they ever walked the ground they stood on. I didn't come all this way to end up there.

I shiver despite myself, from fear as much as the drastically lower temperatures.

Don't lead me here.

I definitely didn't come all this way to remind myself of the life I was forced to live.

Please... if only for a night...

My futile attempts weaken as I'm pulled towards my undoing, entranced yet disgusted at my attraction to something so terrible. Even then my distaste for what I know is about to come disappears, replaced by a longing so fierce I feel tears running down my cheeks.

I climb the tree, feeling my tears harden as they freeze but not flinching from the cold. The cold is nothing to me now, nothing more than a light sigh from Mother Nature. Pulling open the wooden door, I find myself in the room I both hate and love.

"I knew you'd be here tonight."

I spin around, and he's standing behind me. My knees shake at the prospect of being taken from again, ignoring the little voice in my brain telling me that he wants one thing, and that isn't me.

It's never me.

But I no longer care.

He circles me, stopping some feet away, at the other side of the space. "You couldn't resist, could you?" He studies me, nodding in apparent satisfaction. "You're so close."

I glance in a mirror I never noticed before. My almost transparent skin confirms his suspicions.

"You're so close to being mine."

He approaches me, hunger written all over his pale features. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, only inches away from me.

Not wanting to ruin the moment, I stand silently, waiting for him to do what he had lured me there to do.

Take me.

He leans in and kisses away my crystal tears. "So warm. It must be why I love you."

"You do?" I sound pathetic, but I'm so far gone that I don't care. He said he loved me. And I'm prepared to die for that.

He smiles, a sinister one. "My dear, I didn't mean it quite that way."

He closes the gap between us, stopping himself just millimeters from my face. His cold breath tickles my skin, sending a chill down my spine.

"I love your soul."

My last sensation before falling into a void of nothingness is his cool lips on mine.

A/N: My first (hopefully not last...) horror/supernatural type of story. Any thoughts? Feel free to leave a review!