Malischa's eyes gleamed with mischief as she took control of Tracy's body. She made her way to Shadley's darkened room, her presence announced by the soft creak of the door. Shadley, lost in thought, didn't notice her at first.
"Do you remember me, my love?" Malischa asked in a sultry tone, her voice dripping with seduction.
Shadley's eyes widened as he took a step back, his mind racing. Malischa's smile faltered for a moment before she advanced towards him.
"I see you don't," she said, her voice laced with disappointment.
Shadley's eyes darted around the room, seeking escape or refuge. But Malischa was relentless. She closed the distance between them, her lips inches from Shadley's.
"How about I make you remember?" she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.
Shadley's eyes locked onto hers, his mind screaming warnings. But Malischa's lips claimed his, and a surge of memories flooded his mind.
.As Malischa's lips lingered on Shadley's, the room around them began to blur, and the darkness receded, replaced by vivid flashes of the past. Shadley's mind, once a blank slate, was now flooded with memories of Tracy, memories he thought were lost forever.
He saw himself, standing bravely alongside Tracy, as they battled the creatures from her dreams. He remembered the way she smiled, the way her eyes sparkled, and the way her hair fell in loose waves down her back. He recalled their late-night conversations, their laughter, and their tears.
The memories came in waves, each one crashing against the shores of his mind, eroding the walls he had built to keep them out. He remembered the way Tracy's hand felt in his, the way her voice sounded when she called his name, and the way her eyes looked when she gazed at him with love and adoration.
As the memories resurfaced, Shadley's retrocognition and psychometric abilities kicked into high gear. He saw flashes of Tracy's past, her true identity, and the reason she was hunted by the creatures. He saw the way she was chased out of Wilmer Academy, and the way his own memories of her were erased by Rebecca's hypnotic compulsion.
The kiss deepened, and the memories intensified. Shadley felt like he was reliving their entire relationship in fast-forward. He was overwhelmed, yet he couldn't pull away. He was trapped in the vortex of their past, reliving the joy and the pain, the love and the loss.
Malischa's grip on his lips tightened, her fingers digging into his skin. She was pouring all her energy into this moment, making sure Shadley remembered every detail, every feeling, every sensation. She wanted him to remember the way he loved Tracy, the way he cherished her, and the way he lost her.
As the kiss deepened, Shadley felt himself being pulled into a vortex of memories, transported to a time long past. He saw himself and Tracy standing in a beautiful garden, surrounded by blooming flowers and towering trees. They were young and in love, their hearts full of joy and their spirits free.
Shadley saw himself holding Tracy's hand, walking with her through the garden's winding paths. They would stop at a fountain, and he would take her face in his hands, gazing into her eyes. They would talk for hours, sharing their dreams and aspirations. He saw himself writing poetry for her, reciting it under the stars.
The memories unfolded like a tapestry, revealing the depth of their love. Shadley saw how they would dance under the moonlight, how they would laugh and play, and how they would comfort each other in times of sorrow. He saw how they would sit together on a bench, watching the sunset, and making plans for a future together.
As the kiss finally broke, Shadley stumbled backward, gasping for air. His eyes were wide with wonder, his mind reeling with the realization. He looked at Malischa, and he knew that she was not just Tracy reincarnated, but also the love of his past life.
"Malischa," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "We've loved before, haven't we?"
Malischa's smile was soft, her eyes gleaming with tears. "Yes, my love," she said. "We've loved before, and we'll love again. We've been given a second chance."
Shadley's mind raced with the implications. He thought about the memories they had shared, the love they had known. He thought about the pain they had endured, the heartache they had faced.
"What happened?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "What happened to us in the past?"
Malischa's eyes clouded, her voice filled with sorrow. "We were torn apart," she said. "By fate, by circumstance. We were young and foolish, and we let our love slip away."
Shadley's heart ached with the knowledge. He thought about the what-ifs, the maybes. He thought about the love they had shared, the love they had lost.
Shadley's mind reeling from the revelation, his heart overflowing with emotions, and his soul yearning for the love they shared in the past. He knows that he has been given a second chance, and he's determined to make the most of it.
Malischa's eyes gleamed with a sinister light as she revealed her true intentions. "You are..." Shadley's voice trailed, his eyes widening in horror.
"She was my vessel..." Malischa answered, her voice dripping with malice. "And soon, my soul will fill its vessel."
Shadley's mind raced as he realized the true extent of Malischa's plan. "And what will happen to her?" he questioned, his voice barely above a whisper.
Malischa's smile grew wider as she declared, "Her soul will disappear from existence."
Shadley's heart tore at the thought of Tracy's soul being erased. He knew he had to act fast to prevent this fate.
But Malischa continued, her voice dripping with evil intent. "The red moon is in a week. We both must fulfill our destiny. To close and to kill. But unfortunately..." She paused, her eyes gleaming with a malevolent light. "I do not want to die."
With a swift motion, Malischa pierced a knife deep into Shadley's body. He winced in pain as blood dripped down, his eyes fixed on Malischa's face in shock and horror.
"You should have remembered sooner," Malischa hissed, her eyes blazing with a combination of gold and blue. "Now, it's too late."
Shadley's eyes widened in anguish as he struggled to comprehend Malischa's betrayal. "Why...why are you doing this?" he stammered, his voice weak and laced with pain.
Malischa's expression was devoid of empathy, her eyes gleaming with a cold calculation. "Because the prophecy says that one must die," she stated matter-of-factly, "and I didn't want it to be me. I loved you, indeed, but I can't risk losing another life because of it."
Shadley's mind raced, trying to process the magnitude of Malischa's deception. He felt a searing pain in his side, where the knife had struck deep into his rib. His vision began to blur, and his breath came in short gasps.
Malischa's words were laced with malice, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "And what do those pathetic humans say again? Ah yes...always make use of every given opportunity." She jested further, her smile twisted and cruel. "You were going to die someday, I just pushed the date a little bit forward. Goodbye, my love."
With that, she vanished, leaving Shadley to succumb to his mortal wound. He felt his strength waning, his body weak and helpless. His vision faded to black, and his thoughts grew hazy.
But with his last ounce of energy, he muttered a name, his voice barely audible. "Tr...Tracy..."
The sound of his own voice was the last thing he heard before darkness consumed him, his body surrendering to the inevitable. The fate that Malischa had orchestrated had been fulfilled, and Shadley's life had been extinguished, leaving behind only the echoes of their tumultuous past.