Fear In Moonlight

A young woman walked a path in a forest lit by moonlight. The light was ethereal and silver. The moon was full and that was the sign of his coming for her. He was coming for her, this friend and lover of hers. He was coming for her tonight. She sighed for he had not shown up yet.
She looked at her surroundings and had reveled in the utter beauty of nature. natures song had lulled her heart. Natures beauty had lulled her mind. Then she heard a sound that was different than the sounds that surrounded her.
It was a sound that was familiar to her and her alone. She trembled with anticipation, the sound had belonged to Fear. Deep down in her soul she knew it was him even before she had turned around and saw him. She turned around and saw him and then she knew she was right. It was Fear.
Her heart had skipped a beat at the sight of him. He blood raced at the thought of him coming for her. She was enthralled, entranced, enchanted, no those were not the proper words. What was the right words that she was searching for? Love? Ah, yes Love. She was in love with Fear.
Her body went tingly with anticipation, as tonight was the night that they were to consummate their relationship. As she turned to look at him, she noticed a significant change in him. His skin had turned as pale as the moon. His arms and hands were like gnarled tree branches.
His fingers were like claws. His eyes, oh god his eyes were as red as the devil himself. His mouth, where there was perfect white teeth, white as snow, was now filled with jagged shards of glass. His eyes held a look of wicked desire. A desire that was never satisfied and never would be.
There was something else. Something was dripping off him. was it sweat? No, not sweat. It was too dark to be sweat. The stench hit her. Blood! Oh my God! Blood was dripping off of his, or should I say its extremities! Was the blood animal or God forbid human? Then for the sake of humanity and her own sanity she screamed in horror and disgust at what her love has turned into.
The stench that was emanating from him was overwhelming her, making her want to vomit. So she began to run. She ran from Fear. How ironic. He bellowed with rage as she begun to run, because never in the past had she ran from him or his embrace. She had run from Fear, she ran because of fear. Never had she dreamed that she would have to run from Fear, never had she dreamed that he would have turned into the monster that had stood before her.
He again bellowed with rage. He was angry that she had run from him. But, to try save her self she had to run. His putrid stench was still overwhelming her. It burned her eyes, lungs and nose. The stench was making her nauseous. It was making her want to vomit, but to vomit she would have to stop running, but if she were to stop running, she knew in her heart and soul, that Fear would be upon her and all would be lost.
If that were to happen, she knew that he would surely kill her. For never had she ran from him or his embrace until this day. But, now things are different, he had changed. He was no longer the Fear she once knew and loved. He was now a monstrous, killing, clawing, ravenous being and she was terrified of what he had become. So she continued to run from him, she ran from Fear. She ran for her life.
Her legs were on fire, her feet were blistered and bloody. Her muscles were screaming in agony. She was breathing in ragged gasps. Her lungs felt like they were about to burst. She was getting sicker by the second. But she knew she couldn’t stop running or she would die, therefore she continued to run. She ran for her life. She ran from Fear.
He still followed her, bellowing for her to stop running and to turn and come back to him. To become one with him as they had planned. But to become one with him now would have meant for her to become one with a monster, surely if she would have done that she knew she would lose her soul, so she continued to run. She ran from Fear, she ran for her life.
Finally she was tripped up by her own traitorous feet. She screamed in agony she fell to the ground. Her pain racked body was limp with exhaustion. She could barely turn over but when she did, she found herself staring up into the eyes of hell.
As Fear leaned over her, blood dripped off of him onto her skin, burning her flesh like the hell fires from Hell. As she looked into those death like eyes of his, she screamed, and called out, “Oh Dear God, Help me Please!!” Fear laughed and said, “Ha! It is too late for that. Your precious God has forsaken you.” She screamed in pain as she mustered up what strength she had left in her body and flailed out at him, and screaming out, said, “No! My God would never do that to me.” “Ah”, Fear said calmly, but with a tinge of victory in his voice, “he has. And you are my PRIZE!”
A victorious roar came rushing out of him as he plunged his claws into her sides. Soft flesh tore. The pain was white, hot and intense. Tears streamed from her eyes. She could feel her life’s blood running out of her body. Her soul began to separate from her earthly body. As she began to float above Fears head he tried desperately grab a hold of her soul. But soon she was out of his reach. All of the sudden her soul began to glow with a light so bright it had to be from heaven above. It was so bright, so white, and so pure. She knew it could only be the light of Gods pure love….his lover for her shinning down from heaven proving that he never forsake her as Fear had claimed seconds before.
The heavenly glow pierced Fear’s eyes of darkness and he screamed in agony from the pain it caused him. He fell to the ground as he covered his eyes and hid them from the blinding light. He raged at losing her soul. He beat the ground he laid upon, like a spoiled child that did not get what he wanted. He beat the ground so hard, his fury so great, that the ground, the whole earth shook from it.
As her soul began to dissipate, Fear stood up and dusted himself off. She was in shock to see what Fear had turned into this time. Where his clawed and gnarled hands and limbs were, hooves took their places. Horns now sprouted out of his head and he now sported a tail. She couldn’t what she saw, what she was looking at. No longer was Fear a monster or human he was a monstrosity, he was the devil himself. He looked around his surroundings. He took a deep breath and sighed a sigh of some one tired of trying. He has lost another soul to the good one and he was getting tired of it. For every soul he won he lost thousands. But as he looked to the horizon, he was consoled by one thought, “There were so many souls out there for the taking and infinite time to do it in.”

Wrote on October, 11, 2007