breath flow across my back and down my chest. His large black paws glided down my now naked stomach feeling like so much soft fur. I writhed slightly into his touch. I wanted to turn around, to take him…
No. Don’t turn around. Don’t do this.
So, I didn’t. Instead I stared directly ahead of me into the black, starlit sky. As I gazed more firmly, a small outline of a man grew on the horizon. His hair matched the darkness that surrounded him, but a certain light gleamed from his countless earrings. He was so far away from me that I couldn’t really see him.
“No, Anput,” the creature growled, “Come to me.”
I wanted to. I wanted to race into those strong, ancient arms, feel that embrace that only he could give. But instead, I shook my head.
I didn’t want him here. I didn’t want to feel his touch that could make me cry out for more.
He roared loudly and dangerously behind me and his heavy thumps trumpeted his power as he bounded towards me. I still had my back to him and I braced for impact…
My cell phone was ringing allowing the hollow electronic tune of Beethoven’s 5 th to echo in the heavy silence.
Lazily and groggily, I reached over the several dozen sweat-drenched pillows and grasped it up in my hands. The blinding light of blue temporarily unsighted me in the pitch black of the night sky. I squinted and looked at the caller id, Matt D.
“Matt?” I asked huskily. My voice was feeling dry and unused like someone had stuck one of those breathing tubes down there and then ripped it out none so delicately. I didn’t think he literally meant we would be talking in the morning, the early morning. But if he wanted to speak so soon, then I wasn’t going to complain. After all, he had just saved me from a horrendous nightmare.
“Sorry to wake you, Sophie, but you need to come down here,” he replied hastily.
“Down where?”
“Charlie’s place.”
“Charlie Groves?” I asked hoping there was more than one Charlie in our pack. But I knew otherwise. Out of the 48 members of our pack, there was only one Charlie. I just didn’t want this feeling of dread to grow into something factual. I don’t know how much more death I could handle. I especially didn’t want to see another family member torn into tiny bits. But according to my dream, he had been on a pole just like Clyde and had been ripped apart. As much as I hated dreaming of these events, I was also pretty pissed off that it wasn’t warning me in time. What’s the point of seeing the dead, mangled corpses more than once? How does that help anything?
“Well, yeah,” he replied slowly as if I was special education student. I should probably focus on listening to people instead of living in my own internal monologue.
“What happened?” I asked, swallowing slightly, praying and hoping that Charlie had just won the lottery and was giving us each a million dollars instead of being a strewn corpse.
“I don’t want any more of us to be alone. You’re right, we’re being targeted.”
“What do you mean, ‘targeted’?” I asked, but I already knew the answer; I just didn’t want to admit it to myself.
“Charlie has been murdered. Looks like the same guy who killed Clyde was here.”
My heart sunk so much into my chest that it hurt to breath. I had seen this, I had dreamt this. I knew that Charlie was dead even before I received the call, I just didn’t want it to be true. And seeing the aftermath as a vision wasn’t giving me any clues as to who exactly was behind this. Sure there was a horrifying creature who kept calling me “Anput” but I didn’t know who or even what it was. And honestly, I didn’t even know if he was behind it, or if in fact the creature was the Entity.
“Sophie, are you there?”
“Yeah, sorry, I was just…” Just what? What exactly could I say, that I’ve maybe seen the culprit but I don’t remember who or what it was? What exactly could that help?
“Sophie, are you alright?”
“I
No. Don’t turn around. Don’t do this.
So, I didn’t. Instead I stared directly ahead of me into the black, starlit sky. As I gazed more firmly, a small outline of a man grew on the horizon. His hair matched the darkness that surrounded him, but a certain light gleamed from his countless earrings. He was so far away from me that I couldn’t really see him.
“No, Anput,” the creature growled, “Come to me.”
I wanted to. I wanted to race into those strong, ancient arms, feel that embrace that only he could give. But instead, I shook my head.
I didn’t want him here. I didn’t want to feel his touch that could make me cry out for more.
He roared loudly and dangerously behind me and his heavy thumps trumpeted his power as he bounded towards me. I still had my back to him and I braced for impact…
My cell phone was ringing allowing the hollow electronic tune of Beethoven’s 5 th to echo in the heavy silence.
Lazily and groggily, I reached over the several dozen sweat-drenched pillows and grasped it up in my hands. The blinding light of blue temporarily unsighted me in the pitch black of the night sky. I squinted and looked at the caller id, Matt D.
“Matt?” I asked huskily. My voice was feeling dry and unused like someone had stuck one of those breathing tubes down there and then ripped it out none so delicately. I didn’t think he literally meant we would be talking in the morning, the early morning. But if he wanted to speak so soon, then I wasn’t going to complain. After all, he had just saved me from a horrendous nightmare.
“Sorry to wake you, Sophie, but you need to come down here,” he replied hastily.
“Down where?”
“Charlie’s place.”
“Charlie Groves?” I asked hoping there was more than one Charlie in our pack. But I knew otherwise. Out of the 48 members of our pack, there was only one Charlie. I just didn’t want this feeling of dread to grow into something factual. I don’t know how much more death I could handle. I especially didn’t want to see another family member torn into tiny bits. But according to my dream, he had been on a pole just like Clyde and had been ripped apart. As much as I hated dreaming of these events, I was also pretty pissed off that it wasn’t warning me in time. What’s the point of seeing the dead, mangled corpses more than once? How does that help anything?
“Well, yeah,” he replied slowly as if I was special education student. I should probably focus on listening to people instead of living in my own internal monologue.
“What happened?” I asked, swallowing slightly, praying and hoping that Charlie had just won the lottery and was giving us each a million dollars instead of being a strewn corpse.
“I don’t want any more of us to be alone. You’re right, we’re being targeted.”
“What do you mean, ‘targeted’?” I asked, but I already knew the answer; I just didn’t want to admit it to myself.
“Charlie has been murdered. Looks like the same guy who killed Clyde was here.”
My heart sunk so much into my chest that it hurt to breath. I had seen this, I had dreamt this. I knew that Charlie was dead even before I received the call, I just didn’t want it to be true. And seeing the aftermath as a vision wasn’t giving me any clues as to who exactly was behind this. Sure there was a horrifying creature who kept calling me “Anput” but I didn’t know who or even what it was. And honestly, I didn’t even know if he was behind it, or if in fact the creature was the Entity.
“Sophie, are you there?”
“Yeah, sorry, I was just…” Just what? What exactly could I say, that I’ve maybe seen the culprit but I don’t remember who or what it was? What exactly could that help?
“Sophie, are you alright?”
“I
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