Quiet- Nyah

The moment he pulled out the knife, Nyah understood why she was scared. It gleamed in the dull light of the school, and it made her breath catch. Bastian said something that escaped Nyah's memory as she struggled to speak, and yet no words came out of her mouth. he shoved her against a wall and for a moment, she marvelled at his strength. Then the fear at what he would do to her set in. Her thoughts were jumbled, yet one thing snaked its way to the front.

Run.

Nyah dashed to the left and started down the long school hallway. She tried every door she passed and each one was locked. She needed something to protect herself. A pencil would even do. But as she ran she realized that nobody was following her. Though, down the hallway, she could hear hushed laughing coming from Bastian.

As she neared the end of the hall, she sighed in relief as the second to last door swung open. She slipped inside, hoping to find a window open or something. Then she heard a cough. Through her pounding heart and fuzzy thoughts, she managed to slow her breath for a moment, then hold it. Once she did, she heard more breathing, which, for a moment, confused her. Until she realized sith a shock that there were more people in the room, and she began to shake violently.

"You've taken awhile, dear," a male's voice said amid the darkness. No lights flickered in the room, and Nyah felt her heart drop at the sound of the hidden man's voice.

Quiet- Bastian

Why wasn't she running? An idiot wouldn't be so stupid. Gods, he was frustrated They had planned this for months, got this ready for her.

Yes, there were more They were waiting in one of the rooms. The only room where he had not locked the door. She would step in and get quite a surprise. A real big one. He laughed and pulled the knife out of his pocket, showing it to her. The pearl handle had grown dark with years of use. It gleamed in the flickering lights.

"See this, Nyah?" he whispered, jabbing the blade in her direction, "This will be your destruction. Didn't you say you loved horror movies?"

bastian made a grab for her and growled when she didn't try to dodge him. he pulled her up by her collar and shoved her against the nearest wall. He then flipped the blade out and licked the tip.

"Time to run, sweetie."

Quiet- Nyah

Nyah did nothing as bastian dragged her into the school. She wanted to run, her feet were screaming at her to get away. But try as she might, the moment his lips touched her hand she was oblivious to everything but him. Fear and love attacked her mentally, and he dillusional love for him won out in the end. She gasped, only wanting him to place his soft and warm lips on hers. It would be the perfect Christmas Eve, she thought, if he kissed her.

Perfect.

Quiet- bastian

Bastian grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to him, his nails digging into her palm. She seemed to frozen in place, not moving. He tugged again, dragging her towards the school entrance.

The roads were empty. No cars passed by, nor late evening joggers. There was no one left to stop him.

She would enjoyit, he told himself as he pushed her through the school doors. She stumbled and almost fell but he caught her. keeping his eyes glued to him, he kissed the back of her hand. Then he turned from her and locked the doors. He spun around and grinned wickedly. He couldn't wait for her to turn and run. He'd locked every door and window earlier, and he was the only one with a key. What a fine place to be spending Christmas Eve.

Quiet- Nyah

She could not believe she was walking away from her only chance at love. And yet, she knew if she did not, something bad was going to happen. She watched Bastian close as he slipped his hands into his jeans and asked her what was wrong.

"Everything, bastian. Everything is wrong," she whispered.

All around her the night was silent, and the darkness felt like it was closing in on her. Nyah felt suffocated, and soon her breathing became hard and laborious. Bastian pushed forwards but she stood frozen, afraid of him. Afraid of that shine in his eye. She wanted to run, oh, how she wated to run. But somehow, her feet stood rooted where she was. Maybe it was because she wanted him to love her. Maybe it was because she could not admit that something about him was off.

Or maybe, she was just plain terrified.

Quiet- Bastian

Anata Baka, he thought bitterly as he watched her back away. Who did she think she was? Refusing him was impossible. He always got what he wanted, no matter what. There was no way he would let her escape. He had waited too long for this night.

"What's wrong, dear?" Bastian asked, taking a step towards her. He shoved his hands into his pockets and grinned at Nyah. That foolish, foolish girl.

Baka, he spat in his head. Idiot. What and idiot. Then again, this would be a lot of fun. More fun than usual. He was into the chase, and it would just make the result a lot more exciting.

The knife felt heavy in his pocket. Oh...what fun, what wicked fun he was going to have.

Quiet- Nyah

Nyah relaxed a little when bastian smiled at her. She shrugged away the shiver that ran down her spine.

"Of course I'm here. Why wouldn't I be? But Bastian...I don't feel right. Is something going on? why couldn't we meet where there were people?"

Many posibilities of answers he could give flew through her mind, until he took a step forwards and her thoughts fell silent. Looking into his eyes, she caught a barely noticable shine. A shine that did not quite fit with the rest of his body, with his gestures. A shine that held in it determination of the worst kind, lust for pain, and a third terrifying emotion that Nyah could give no name to. I shouldn't be here. This is completley wrong, I have to go home.

As much as it pained her, Nyah let out a breath she had not known she was holding, and began to back away from Bastian. Slowly but surely she backed away.

 And slowly but surely, he followed.