Part 2 of Act 1

Thank you all for all the positive comments. Here is a short update to my story. I'm very much sorry that I have only come up with this short update. I'm experiencing a writer's block but rest assured that I won't abandon this story and promise to update really soon. Enjoy reading people!

Part 2 of Act 1

My mind’s spinning and the only thing I can see is darkness my body’s trying hard to become aware of its surrounding, I tried opening my eyes but the damn lids won’t even budge. I’m beginning to hear something, it was like a muffled sound and as seconds past the sound is becoming more like a voice calling out to me, the restart option in my brain finally worked and it was clear to me what the mysterious voice was saying as it becomes more and more audible in my ears. “Hey Miss! Wake up we’re in your place already.” Confused I tried to open my eyes this time only to become face to face with the annoyed taxi driver. I blinked as I jerked my head was it all just a dream? “Are you going to pay me and get out of my car? I don’t have the whole night to wait for you missy.” I handed the fuming driver a 20 dollar bill and walked out of the cold pavement in front of my loft apartment I didn’t bother to close his car door since he annoys me very much. I looked at my apartment building contemplating on the thought if everything I had just experience is nothing more than a mere dream or not, I didn’t even feel it when I bumped into someone as I entered the building. “Excuse you!” the fat man whom I run into spit into me in annoyance. Like a walking zombie I went up into my apartment floor and fiddled my keys as I insert one to unlock my door. This is like Déjà Vu everything is the same in my dreams, the smell of the night air, the deafening silence the chill that I felt as I entered in my loft. I took off my shoes, went to the window and make sure to lock it, I lay my bag in the couch and went to my room, instead of taking a shower and indulging in the tub I contented myself by brushing my teeth and washing my face. I slipped my pajamas and tucked myself in my bed. My eyes scanned the room, waiting for the alluring stranger to jump at me out of no where, anticipating for his cold hands to touch my neck, wanting his breath to damp in my face. As pathetic and crazy as it may sound I’m pining for his presence. I tossed and turn but sleep won’t come my way. This time after the dream the image of the alluring stranger somewhat becomes clearer, at least now I can remember what color his eyes were. They were as dark as the night sky but carry some sort of melancholy in them. His onyx eyes with midnight blue irises are all over my head, filling my body’s longing to see him again. The more I think of him, the more I become engrossed or should I say obsessed in his existence. If he was as real as I wished him to be I want to see him, but if he was just a being created by my delusional mind, I don’t mind living in the fantasy world with him. After thinking over and finally drawing the conclusion that I needed mental help I peeked at the clock standing in my night table. Its 2:00 am. The events in the Royalton Hotel came rushing in m head, what good it is to linger in that thought any way I told myself, but a part of me refuse to accept the settling fact that I have drilled in the reasoning side of my brain. Feeling a little thirsty I decided I needed to drink something to calm my nerves and maybe help me get to sleep. As I opened my bedroom door, everything that I saw in my dream the time I went out of my bathroom came to life. The curtain, the howling wind, the uneasiness in the air, I wasn’t as scared as the me in my dream after all I already know what will happen, any minute from now I will come face to face with the alluring stranger and he will gently grip my neck with his cold hands. My anticipation is getting the best of me as I expose myself more in the living room, any moment now and I shall see him again, I closed my eyes to pray a silent prayer when I felt a presence behind me I gulped swallowing the building lump in my throat, this is it I can’t hide my anxious excitement to feel his hands against my body. It seems that my stranger hasn’t made any move at all so I’ve decided to spun around to see him, to my utter surprise instead of seeing my alluring stranger I saw another man, this man in front of me clearly is not my stranger he has a muscular body instead of the lean body that I recall, his hair is as black as coal instead of the disheveled dark brown hair and his piercing green eyes was far from the onyx eyes of my lovely stranger. I was struck by two forceful hands choking me to death, this man’s grip was strong enough to separate my head from my body yet he does not apply more force just enough to choke me and prevent air to come and escape from my lungs. My eyesight is becoming blurry and my mind was cloudy more cloudy now that I don’t have enough air in my body. I’m not scared I’m horrified and yet I can’t even struggle to free myself, this is too far fetch from the dream I had. I was about to close my eyes and welcome my death when the man who held me loosen his grip a little enough to let a skimpy amount of air to enter my collapsing lungs. “Do you really think that Sammael would come to your rescue? He might have succeeded to save you in the club, but I very much doubt it if he could save you now.”

- To be continued