You will see. As all will.

Your pleas have been heard. They have been ignored. Don't worry. The wind is cool, the soil soft and warm. You'll rot beautifully underneath the shade of HER trees.

The sound of wood creaking and cracking. The soft squish of mud as it's pressed down underneath a heavy foot. The soft scrape of claws against stone. The forest is alive tonight.

How . . . hubristic. Lessons will be taught in time.

What is a ninja – Does the vampire doubt the dark forest, doubt its caretaker so easily? SHE is rather . . . amused by such offense.

How interesting. SHE is almost reminded of a certain man. The Dark Forest will be glad to drink the vampire's blood. Such power is always appreciated when it tends to HER vile woods.

There are first times for everything. Don't worry. The dirt is soft and warm. Your bones will become new trees, your breath the wind. You, in time, will flourish underneath the dark canopy of HER trees.

Oh, now SHE's intrigued.

A soft laugh leaves HER. The sound is carried on the wind, admist the noise of breaking branches and running water. "Oh, you are an amusing one."

"Hello." Now it was the rustling of dry leaves that followed those words, crackling as if being crushed underfoot. "I must say, it is . . . rare that one garners my attention so."

"Merely to say hello." The trees within the forest sway, despite the fact there is no breeze. "And to observe, as I observe all things that amuse me."

"Yes yes. Don't get lost. The woods are dark and deep and you have so far to travel."

Nightmares (Ft Matilda Evans, She Of The Woods, and Dorian Evans) Read: tl.gd/n_1srvg87