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Chapter Three: Going Insane
He smiled evilly as he intensely watched her cry amongst the pale white light of the so much obscured moon against the darkening sky. "All is going to plan, Master?" asked the black crow that was digging his talons eagerly into the hunter's broad muscular shoulders. "Yes", he said menacingly yet still matching the crows eagerness then suddenly paused to see the huntress get control of herself. He screamed angrily "No!", and growled why'll thinking (Why that little b***h!), summoning his band of crows with one easy flick of his tightening hand. "Give her a message", he said calmly yet then adding in a strong and menacing voice "That the dark is rising and she has four days to make up her mind". The crows cawed evilly in agreement as they lifted their ever torn wings, their eyes glistening in the shining moon light as they flew off easily into the unforgiving night.
As she sat in the brown pine-covered dirt next to a scalding hot fire, watching it flicker its blue and yellow warm comforting light, she couldn't help but wonder (why do I go on like this?). It had been just two days since the self-centered jerk of a Hunter had attacked her and as she looked into the flame she still had uncontrollable longing and desire to see his menacing yet stunningly handsome face. For the truth was she had gotten call after call, everyone seeming to want her to hunt down this "monster" or kill yet another "Master" (shivering at her resent memories) that had "attacked the city". But she knew she wasn't ready quite yet nor was she in the mood. For she couldn't seem to get him out her mind, and she knew she was beginning to go mad!
Even her beloved warrior had left, remembering the horrible heated agreement they had last night; shivers going down her spine not just from depression but from loneliness. Outrage had taken over her body so much for she unconsciously shoved him into the barren snow-covered wind; blizzard, water flowing out off her now blue pained eyes and down her bruised icy face scaring it with salty unbearably cold wet tears as she recalled his brown shocked and yet uncontrollably pained and sad eyes that seemed to question all the memories that they had shared and if it was all worth it.
Also torturing her soul with the reminder of the way he had run away into the storm; not looking but to see she was clutching her heart and begging on her knees for forgiveness. Suddenly anger formed in placement of the tears she had shed for she got up deliberatively angry with the one person who had inflicted the goddamned mess. The Dark Master! She stomped on the warm comfort of the fire, leaving her only in the cold bitter darkness that engulfed her in a matter of seconds; her eyes as blue and menacing as a jungle animal; hungry and eager for a fight as she stalked out warily into the night (the only that controlled the sudden urges to scream for it was the first time she had been alone in years, unwillingly reminding herself off her fear of the dark, were the controllable anger and frustration with not only the Dark Master but with herself), wanting now more than ever to attack his handsome dark figure with one easy flick of her sword; to kill him.