Inked Tragedies Fated

[Fated]

Inked Tragedies

He appeared far behind her, a shadow that wasn’t there, then was. The fog twisted around him, seething at his presence and winding its way around him, settling on his shoulders and grasping the corners of his long black cloak. He grinned at her, an unnatural thing that split his ghostly white face in half. His black hair hung in long strands over his eyes, covering them in shadow. So many shadows. “W-what do you want?” She called out to him. She blinked and he was directly in front of her, inches from her own face. She barely had time to gasp before he clutched her face in one of his hands, long fingers forcing up her head to look at him. Even this close she couldn’t see his eyes, still covered by the darkness sticking to the top of his face. It was like a mask, worn by dancers at their balls. But no one would want to dance with death. Then he spoke. His voice was its own kind of dark, hissing and rasping, working its way through her ears and down her spine.

“You have tempted fate.” He grinned, his face splitting in two, his voice becoming high and stilted with pure joy. “And I haven’t been tempted in so long.”