Elisbeth

who was this in her dreams bringing her to this place this night..

The girl stepped into the cemetery gates with much trepidation , her heart beating rapidly , breathe ragged .Upon entering the gates  much to her amazement she felt  at ease , peaceful . Her breathing grew calmer her heart rate gradually faded back to normal as she regained her bearings . Looking around she noticed the beauty of the place. The moonlight shining down upon the weathered stones of those long past was breathtaking. Walking on she saw a large oak tree  it's branches so full and lush they swept the earth. She sank down to the  ground beneath him knowing her clothes would be damp and muddy but not caring . She took off her shoes and dug her feet into the damp earth beneath them relishing the feel of Mother Earth.

Her mind drifted back to her childhood and all the dire and endless warnings of the peril's of going barefoot she had heard from her Mother. "You'll step on something , get an infection and lockjaw could set in " . her Mother always warned . She had always found the thought of locked jaw's comical , as she knew nothing of lockjaw , nor did she care . Regardless of her Mothers doom and gloom on the on the subject of going barefoot as soon as she was out of sight of her Mother, her shoes were kicked off with freedom and abandonment just as now . The feeling of the earth beneath her bare feet was comforting .

Though she was an easy going fun loving girl  easy to laugh , easy to love , she had always felt a kinship with the darkness and all it's mysteries. She was called a night-owl and slept very little. When she did sleep her dreams were so real they took her to another world that she didn't like at times. The dreams she had been having for the past few months had brought her here to this place on this night . Dreams that beckoned her night after night like a lover she could not ignore . And so she was here . She knew not why , she did know  that the reasoning was something that would forever alter her life as she knew it .

Absent mindedly she plucked at the grass beneath her hand's thinking of the dreams and the meaning with mixed feelings . A small gasp escaped her mouth as she felt a dull throb in her finger . Instinctively  she put her finger to her mouth and sucked the tiny wound . She liked the taste of the blood , salty, coppery metallic tasting. It reminded her of a heady wine . She thought this odd and she remembered how hard she had tried all her life to fit in with others but never quite mastering it . The struggle had been hard. She had felt as if she did not belong , like an alien in this world .

A sharp cry from the distance pierced her ears bringing her thoughts back to the here and now . Looking up she saw the moon sinking away and the stars faltering as the sky became as black as a Raven's wing . The air grew still, the darkness was so deep she had to force herself to breathe . Once again her heart began pounding rapidly and she was wishing she had never came to this long forgotten cemetery deep in the forest.

The dreams had meant this? This was to be her death? The feelings were strong and the sense of dread overpowered her . She was lying down upon the earth now because she could not sit and she had no legs to stand on . She felt as if she would  faint at any given moment . The feelings were hard to endure . "Why am I here "? "Did you , whoever you are call me here for this "? , she screamed into the night with what voice she had left .  The silence was a deafening ringing in her ears. Her head was pounding with each beat of her heart . The beauty and the peace she had felt here just minutes before were now replaced with horror and a sense of madness.

For what seemed  an eternity she lay there struggling to keep her consciousness and sanity. Suddenly her eyes  were filled with the moon's soft glow , the air was once more moving . Her breathing  was coming easier now unforced, natural .
She was slowly beginning to feel grounded once more .

From above her she saw the shadow of a man ? She wasn't sure until she heard his voice ."So , at last you have come , Elisabeth " , she heard his  raspy voice say . She tried to sit up as gracefully as she could . "How do you know my name "? , she heard her own voice say timidly . "  Elisabeth , I know all there is to know about you " ,  the voice said sounding less raspy now , almost melodic putting her at ease , filling her with the sound . " And you might be "? she asked noticing her voice had regained some of its strength . "And I might be "? the voice laughed down at her . The voice was almost warm , but she noticed a coldness in it too . " Who or what I am doesn't matter " . "we shall get to the formal introduction later , why you are here is of importance now " . "For now be quiet and listen " ." But is this fair "? she asked , "you know my name and yet I don't know yours? "?  "Elisabeth , have you in all your life not realized that nothing is fair "? "Now be quiet and do as I say . listen to me Elisbeth " . She loved the sound of her name as it rolled across his lip's , yet she wasn't sure she wanted to love it . "  I know you better than  you know yourself Elisbeth , I have been watching you for a very long time , did you not notice"?
"Think back " , "Did you ever sense someone watching you , someone right behind you "? . Her  gray-green eyes became cloudy as her memory drifted back to another time . She realized many times she had felt an omniscient prescence   with her . At times she had felt a cold breath on her neck , sensed the smell of fresh  rain and earth even when there  was no rain, all  this she had all dismissed to her vivid imagination.

Author's Note

this is bad and there are probably errors of every color
i am still thinking on this .. not sure who the 'man' is now

Reviews

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Well it is supposed to be a book some day... hahaha .. had this story in my mind forever and have stopped here

[JENY]

I enjoyed reading the story..throughout…
But the end of the story is not as sticking as the beginning….
A very good creation……beautiful…choice of words…I will say

[Sean Allen]

And you say you can't write. That description of the coppery metalic blood did it for me, but I wish there was more of that kind of stuff in the piece. Great start for a story.
SA

[Melissa]

well...for one...I'm looking forward to reading more. Let me know when you add to the story.