16 Shadows (1/2)
Although the lights went out in the library, the room didn't exactly plunge into darkness. The stained glass windows still let in a bit of daylight, but it wasn't bright enough to read by. Shadows moved across the floor with the students milling around, looking for friends and empty seats to sit on as they waited for the backup generator to kick in.
Two figures moved together behind the stacks, forming one large shadow as their individual forms merged. Hunter and Ash had locked in an embrace, bodies pressed against each other, their hands caressing the other's neck, and tousling each other's hair, oblivious in their passion to the world around them.
Another shadow crept along the floor, moving silently away from the stacks where the lip-locked couple remained. Celia scurried away on her hands and knees, giggling like a naughty child who had seen something she shouldn't have.
Further away, the librarian at his desk looked at his watch. Five minutes had gone by and the generator still hadn't kicked in. Lightning streaked across the sky, and he wondered if perhaps something had gone wrong with the power supply.
***
[This feels so good] Hunter thought, as his tongue twined with Ash's and his hands ran up and down her back. Her tongue seemed to flick a switch of pleasure inside of him. The sweet honeyed feeling covered him entirely, and every small touch when he connected with her seemed to squeeze drips of sensual gratification from his brain, transmitting signals of warm pleasure to every shooting nerve in his body.
So little from her was doing so much for him. And yet, he felt that if he touched the skin beneath her clothes, his heart would stop from too much pleasure. This, so much of this, already felt like it was on the verge of too much. And he didn't want to stop.
[I feel so alive] Ash thought as she clung to Hunter's neck. She sucked on his bottom lip and felt joyous sparks bursting all over her body. As she felt his hands run up and down her back, she felt a tingling sensation run through the length of her spine. Kissing him felt wild and dangerous, like running through a storm. His kiss was blue lightning and she was a lightning rod: the power that ran through from him to her was hers to keep and do with what she wished and she wanted to keep taking.
***
Outside the library, in the campus, the power was still out. The morning was dark, but it wasn't particularly unnatural for that time of year. Isabelle was talking to a teacher when she suddenly shuddered.
”Are you alright?” The teacher asked.
Isabelle closed her eyes, feeling something cold pass through her body. Something more than just cold air.
”Y-yes, I'm fine,” she replied, after a moment.
Isabelle wasn't sure why, but she could sense that something bad was coming.
***
In the woods, living shadows crept from tree to ground to rock.
A normal shadow is made when a body intercepts rays from a source of light, casting a dark figure on a surface. But these living shadows were unconnected to anything solid. They were darkness in and of themselves. And they whispered, low and breathy, ”The blood is calling. The blood is calling. Free the Master, the blood is calling.”
Beneath the ground, the ancient eyes blinked, and a single finger twitched on its decrepit right hand. The ground above it seized in a seismic shock and the living shadows flocked in a circle over the heaving ground.
”The Master. The Master. The Master,” the shadows whispered.