I lay silently in my bed; it was the middle of the night. I couldn't remember what woke me, but I looked to my right and saw that my fiancée' did not lie beside me. Instead I saw only my pale arm and strands of my long hair that looked white in the darkness.
I sighed, the bed was still warm, and I supposed he went downstairs to get something.
It was wintertime, and I felt the cold seep into the red satin sheets before too long. I looked at the desk across from the bed, he wasn't there. I frowned. To the right of the desk our closet door was open. The moonlight fell through the window on his familiar shape and form.
"Babe?" I asked softly, what was he doing just standing there and staring at me from the door of the closet?
The silhouette moved not an inch, so I sat up, trying to put on my best disapproving face.
"What the hell are you doing over there?" It was dark and he was just staring at me, I started to feel uncomfortable.
But before I could get out of the bed and approach him he started moving toward me, his movements unusually fluid, like he wasn't there at all. As he passed the window, his tall and muscular form was not highlighted by the moon at all, instead he remained a shadow. I frowned even more than before.
"Baby what's wrong?" I sensed an urgency in him as he came forward and knelt on the foot of the bed and started approaching me. Still, I could make out no detail of his features. But I could feel his eyes on me. The bed shifted under his weight, and I subconsciously lay back, trying to withdraw from his overwhelmingly intense presence. He said nothing, still crawling over me frighteningly more intense than his normal self. He was moving abnormally slow, abnormally predatory. I pulled the black comforter up to my chin.
"Answer me!" I said, I tried to yell but it was a whisper when it came out.
