The night was invitingly warm, Rose shivered anyway. She wrapped her arms about herself, trying to find shelter, but threw them off almost instantly, sickened by their embrace. He had held her. He had pulled her close and he had whispered those sweet things in her ear.
“You will be my Rose. I will pluck you from this place and show you to the sun so that it wilts in the face of true beauty.”
It was a bit much, but he had had such a sincere smile she couldn’t help but be entranced. In fact, his teeth had seemed to possess their own kind of magic. She had barely been able to look away. Pointed and animal like as they were, their luminescent white had held her gaze. Until…
The darkness moved. Then it broke apart into a brilliant smile.
He was back.