It Watched Her With Prying Eyes

[Malocchio 983]

It Watched Her With Prying Eyes

 

 

“Little finch!” shouted young, familiar courier boy from outside the glass panes of the most humbling home of the de Lucavitis family. A young girl with honey brown hair, standing at a nimble height of four feet, eight inches, jumped from the covers of her bed, squinting to the light of the morning sun. She would quickly braid her hair into a thick braid, tossing it over her shoulder as she sprinted to her bedroom window, opening the panes.

 

“Victor! Good morrow!” she would giggle, raising her hand to offer a wave. The young boy would bow towards a very young, gleeful Alessandra, nodding in response to her greeting. His eyes would gleam with excitement to her presence, dirty blonde hair would cover his forehead messily. “Letters are here! Most are for your noble father, e-er… Catch these?” Victor quirked a brow towards the young de Lucavitis before tossing the rolled scroll up to her, only for it to slip right through her hands, falling to the wooden floor within her bed chamber. Alessandra would run to retrieve the paper thrown, taking it in between her hands before she would return to the window, nodding gratefully towards the courier. “Many thanks, Victor! I must go take these to father now! Farewell!”

 

…

 

Alessandra would rush down the spiraling stairs of her home, her glistening eyes would scan the empty house, seeking out her father. “Father! Are you about?” she would call in her most respective, polite voice, awaiting a response for a few moments before frowning. It was strange for her father to be gone in the early hours, leaving the young girl quite confused and alarmed. “Father?” No response was to be made, causing her to fill with absent worries. She would frantically search for a coat and her favorite boots, moving towards the large oak door, staring up at it, scroll in hand. “Father will kill me,” she stated to herself, pulling open the towering door with slight struggles, stepping outside of the house.

 

It was the first time that young Alessandra had been out of the house in three solid years, finally at the peak of age ten. She shuffled about in the grass, peering towards the flowers and the exterior of the home curiously. The father of this young Alessandra kept her locked inside their home for many months, ongoing. It was the way she would be kept from harms way, in his eyes. This was certainly the least proficient way to do so, for the only way Alessandra even spoke to someone was if it was her mentor or her own brother. Calais de Lucavitis was a broad-shouldered boy, standing tall at the age of fifteen gracious years. Alessandra forever grew curious of the cultures, wildlife, dangers and people that were in the lands, remaining in the familiar house for so many solstices.

 

The air was crisp and fresh, the breeze blowing excellent smells of all sorts of flora, ridiculously delightful to the young de Lucavitis. She would pace her steps, venturing off from the ‘safety’ of her abode, wandering down the path she watched her father take from the window every midday. The streets were rather busy, merchants, nobility and guardsmen sauntering about on the cobblestone pathway, many towering over the young girl. It was all a venture of wellness until she laid eyes on a strange, prying figure…

 

The figure stood there in might, pacing a little… It was almost as if nobody else had seen it, there, in the forestry…

 

Alessandra stopped in her tracks, staring towards the figure, stilled. She was of no clue what the /figure/ was, her blood chilling as she would examine it from afar. It would simply remain in the path is paced in and still, Alessandra’s gaze would remain on it. The being seemed startled at the blink of the eye, turning in way of the young girl, its eyes swiftly fixating on her. She blinked furiously, stepping from the cobblestone path in return, only to hear a whisper in the wind.

 

“Pry not, endearing thing…”

 

With the jerk of her muscles, Alessandra ran off in a rush, nearly tripping over her nightwear as she would steer far from the path of her own home. She ran for what felt like ages, looking back every now and then as she would run so fast that it felt like she was not in control of her own limbs. It remained there. It did not run but it simply followed, remaining just behind her path as she paced off.   “Pry not,” the creature would coo to the young, frantic Alessandra as she continued her attempts at escaping it. She would stop at a line of trees; a forest, staring into its darkness deeply, shivering to the cold that would emit from it.

 

Her escape was ended here, for only more troublesome things might remain in this forest. Well, at least she had thought so until she noticed the creature slowly sauntering towards her.   “Pry, pry! Oh, young swine… You sweet, endearing soul…” Alessandra would stare towards the figure in horror as she was now able to observe its full appearance. It took the form of a withering undead-looking being, its fingernails long, completely grim looking. Its mouth would be quite wide, a strange smile would be noted in its expression. She remained there, on the dead grass below her feet, staring towards the malicious thing that looked down upon her. With haste, it brought its thin, long fingers to the collar of her nightwear, pulling her from the ground she had tripped on.

 

The creature would hold her up in the firm grasp, making her hover above the ground. Its gruesome nails would slowly rest on her scalp, pressing in, hard, enough to draw blood. Alessandra would scream out in pain, her eyes squinting shut as the creature would do so, continuing its attempt to scalp her.

 

Time dragged on. It pried at her own head with its horrendous fingernails.

 

A blood-curdling scream would make the creature perish. The screaming of Alessandra.

 

“Alessandra?!” her father would call towards her, resting both of his hands on her shoulders, staring towards the sweating, red-faced and completely horrified daughter of his. Opening her eyes, she would realize she remained in the bed she woke up in as always, causing her to glance about the room frantically. “F-father…? Where were you?” she would pry at him with inquisition, staring wide-eyed towards him. “...I woke up to you screaming, my dear. Are you of wellness?” Alessandra blinked at him, utterly terrified and confused. “O-oh… my apologies, father… I must have been in a night terror…”

 

“Gentle Alessandra, my dear… Please, return to your slumber… Fear not for these things that terrorize us in our dreams do not exist in reality.” The young de Lucavitis gawked at her father’s words, seeming absent-minded for awhile before snapping from her shocked state, nodding quickly and tightly. “I shall, father… Good night.”

 

The tall, broad man would rise from the side of his daughter’s bed, leaning down slightly to blow out the candle he had brought into the room with him, trudging out and slowly closing the door behind him. Alessandra made a great attempt to fall back into her slumber with hopes of no more night terrors. She did, waking up in the morning to the shout of a familiar voice.   “Little finch!”

 

Alessandra rubbed her eyes in return, grabbing a few leather ties from her nightstand to fix her hair into a messy braid as she would rise from her bed, moving towards the window to open the heavy curtains and glance out to the voice bellow, quirking a brow in return.

 

“You forgot something, endearing thing…”

 

There it was. The most horrific creature that made its heavy attempts at mutilating her in her dreams. She stared towards it in return, slowly backing away from the window, placing her hand over her heart that began racing to the sight of this oh-so-horribly familiar being. It tossed her right boot into her bed chamber, causing her to clamber and struggle to rush to retrieve it from the corner of the room, holding it in her hands. She would simply stare in shock at the boot before turning around. It watched her, with prying eyes. It remained in her path, right in her room.

 

Alessandra let out a shrill shriek, her light fading, her mind falling to darkness. She was staring into darkness. Perhaps she had passed out after that.

 

But was it yet another dream?

 

 

(Heyo. So, this was just a little fictional story I wrote up for Alessandra, in response to her reasons for night terrors that occurred so often. No, the creature is obviously not real, it's simply a figure of horror in Alessandra's ongoing nightmares. Yeah, well. Enjoy this or not.)

[The Great Mongol Khan 1110]

((You're great! Keep doing what you're doing.))

[ThumperJack 927]

((Very nice! Make more!

[Koger 9]

If you continue this story, may the dreams become more horrific, wacky, or both? By the way I do applaud you with your dialogue dame Malocchio, I never knew your are so well versed with writing. 

 

I believe this title is very appropriate.

Gott segne dich.

[monkeypoacher 8055]

Oh. Very nice.

[oblivionsbane 714]

Not real? Please, I've fought like five of those.

[Publius 4098]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.