The silence dragged onwards. Death was pondering his decisions carefully. The shrouded man studied Sevan Raul, the two spirits he trusted with all his non-existant heart.
"This is an interesting development," a dark, deep voice sounded from the hooded figure "Go, my dear friend, I predict they will be struggling with their new identities. It would be an inconvinence if the world of the living were informed."
He meant to stop, but instead added something more "I will be there when I can, take care of them until I am able to assist."
"This is an interesting development," a dark, deep voice sounded from the hooded figure "Go, my dear friend, I predict they will be struggling with their new identities. It would be an inconvinence if the world of the living were informed."
He meant to stop, but instead added something more "I will be there when I can, take care of them until I am able to assist."
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After a few hours, a loud knocking at her door became audiable to Anita. She opened her heavy eyes and found herself sprawled on the floor with a splitting headache. Slowly and painfully she lifted her body up from the carpet and swore when she saw blood stains beneath her. The knocking became more frequent.
"Annie!! Annie get up!! I made you breakfast Annie!" one of her little brothers, Jake, called. She tried to stand but her head was keeping her down with it's constant thumping.
"Thanks Jake," she cried out, her voice raspy and tired "I'll be there in a minute". Just like that the knocking had vanished and she heard little footsteps stumble down the hall.
Instantly she looked at her hands to see if what she saw last night was real. Her hands were fine.
She looked around her, for the slightest bit of slithering shadows. There was nothing.
Anita sighed and plopped on the ground again, exhausted. It must've been a dream, but then what are those bloodstains from? She couldn't explain any of it, her head was a mess. Slowly she peeled her body from the floor and stumbled across the room to the door. She opened it quietly, looked once, twice, and then tiptoed her way to the bathroom. She looked at her reflection, which looked pale and sick. Annie washed her face with warm water and thumbled around the medicine cabinet looking for painkillers of some sort. Darn, they were out. She would have to go to the chemist to buy some. Anita hadn't been there much, but she remembered it was close to the bar.
She got dressed carefully, scrunching up her pjamas and throwing them into the wash basket. She then brushed her hair and tried to look as normal as she could, she would deal with the blood stains later.
Opening the door, there was a slight movement behind her. She span around but saw nothing, and quickly ran to the kitchen, scared and worried she was going insane.