"The shadows of our past have a way of finding us , no matter how far we run".
Vasilisa Smirnov
I took a step back, my hand fumbling for the door handle, but it was like the walls were closing in on me. The figure didn't speak, didn't move. Instead, it just stood there staring at the evident fear on my features. A strangled gasp escaped my lips. The fear was like a drug that numbed my senses.
Finally, my fingers found the handle, and I yanked at the door furiously, but it refused to budge. My eyes kept flickering to the figure in panic, tears threatening to obscure my vision.
Maybe it was my imagination, I tried to convince myself. Maybe the alcohol had messed with my mind, conjuring up old fears. But deep down, I knew better.
My stalker was back. And I was going to die.
"P..please" I worded out to the immobile figure, hoping-no-praying that they would just leave me alone. I wanted to scream but the incessant beating of my heart snuffed out my voice like a candle on its last light. "Just fucking leave me alone" i finally screamed out, my instincts taking the reigns.
Just as the figure advanced, my fingers found the necklace i had on at all times, i had barely managed to press the button behind it before had crossed half the distance. My shoulder dug into the glass of the door as i threw myself against it hoping that by some magic i would suddenly see myself outside the bathroom.
A blood curling scream escaped my lips as a gloved finger grabbed by shoulder harshly, my entire body trembled under his touch as the tears that i kept at bay forced themselves out of my eyes. "My Vasilisa" The figure murmured, its voice a rougish and robotic sound that belonged to horror movies. My lips curled to an uneven length as i sucked in a breath, my mind running at a 100 miles per hour, trying to come up with ways to escape.
Disgust flooded through my features as the figure pulled me close, mumbling what sounded like sweet nothings in my ears. My entire body stilled like a stack of Dominoes, one wrong move would send everything crashing down.
"You belong with me, Forever and Ever" it whispered, taking a few steps away from me. It wasn't the pungent smell of rotten blood that made my eyes widen in horror but the syringe that glinted in the dim light cascaded by the bathroom overhead bulbs. My eyes begun to spin as the effect of the alcohol from the party had started to take its course.
He waved the needle around my face, revelling in the horror that resonated across my features. A shrill scream escaped my throat as i sobbed loudly,hitting my back profusely against the door.
Please Massim, someone, anyone, please help me ....
He moved with urgency, wrapping his gloved palms around my mouth, muffling my attempts to scream, i flailed my hands wildly , smacking him across his face and chest but the pressure only increased almost snuffing out my air. My legs kicked upward, catching him off guard. My knee came in contact with his abdomen knocking the wind of him.
Within that 2 second window, i sucessfully freed myself from his grasp and a small pocket knife clattered from the side pocket of his robes.
I scrambled for the knife, the plastic hilt lay securely in the grasp of my palms as i stood back up. I grabbed the hilt with my two hands, ignoring the fact that the object shook horribly- another evidence of my fear for him to feed on.
He rose back to his full height , a frustrated sigh escaping from his lips. He didn't seem disturbed by the fact that i was brandishing a knife against him. Instead, the vibe that radiated off him was murderous, raising the bar of my fear to greater heights.
"S..stay away" i screamed, waving the knife crazily. My eyes darting between him and the space between us
I wouldn't allow myself to die in the four corners of a restroom.
"It seems you like it when i hurt you, My Lisa" He sounded out breathlessly. "You turn me on".
Before i could even make a move he pounced straight untop of me, his weight knocking the entire breath out of my lungs, i struggled heavily, trying to pry his fingers away from my wrist that held the knife. Somewhere in the commotion i had lost sense of the direction of the knife and i could no longer feel the secure hilt in my plams. A terrified and painful scream erupted from my lips as he slammed me against the door, his hands securely around my throat. My shoulders burned with the impact as my feet dangled in the air.
I couldn't breathe, i tried to claw at his hands gripping my throat but they only left marks on leather. A single tear slipped from my eye. I didn't want to die.....
Relief washed over me as his grip loosened a little, leaving a little room for me to breathe. But my relief lasted for only a few seconds as my entire body floats in the air for a few seconds. He flung me to the other side of the room, my head colliding with the ceramic washbasin.
For a space in time, it felt like my entire head had shattered and left just a mush of brains in its wake. The warm trickle of blood was the only distinct thing i could feel, the only thing i could concentrate on as i lay on the floor motionlessly.
In the background i could hear the erratic banging on the bathroom door and the hurried footsteps of my attacker. He crouched besides me for a second. Through the blur in my eyes, i could make out the words his mouth spoke even without hearing it. The longing glance in his eyes and the palpitable lust in the air.
"I'll be back, Vasilisa".
With that, he soared through the glass window of the bathroom. The pieces shattered across the bathroom, slashing across my face and bouncing against the walls.
Leaving me with the grappling realisation that aside from the wide gash on my head, there was a knife imbedded into my abdomen.
Voices sounded like passing words around as the sound of police sirens lulled me to sleep.
Was i really going to die?