The dark figure was only further masked by the dim lights that rotated around the club, leaving the corners vulnerable to predators like her.

The song had been oddly suiting to her mood; but she couldn't remember the lyrics only moments after they had been sung. There was something about the beat that resembled how her heart had felt moons ago. It was dangerous for her to be out, especially in the club that her (at one point) fellow students had circulated regularly.

For what seemed like an eternity had only been months, but she had finally cleared the plaguing thoughts of the green haired Goddess from her mind. She had spent all the time she was missing looking for the woman, jumping or turning each time she had smelt her perfume, or heard someone who would utter a word that the woman had spoke to her often. She didn’t understand why. Everything had been stripped from her, physically and emotionally. But she still yearned to be close to the woman. Even if it meant death.

This was the first time she was reminded of Ms. Wilde in more time than she would have formerly imagined. But it sparked something. She took a deep breath, deeper than any she had taken before, and for a moment her hand plunged to her heart in disbelief at the illusion the woman had created on the dance floor.

Spiked boots led up deceptively long legs, the hair that had appeared green from the lights that gave the club its name was carelessly whipped from side to side. Her skinny, frail arms led down to her wrists that had intruding veins blemishing the flesh, and her scent was that of Ms. Wilde’s.

Regriam leaned forward, her elbows on her knees with her skinny, pale fingers lacing together as she watched with her eyes that had resembled pools of black. She trailed her fingers over her dirty black hood and popped it up; all that remained visible were her thin, wrinkled lips that just barely covered her teeth that she had foolishly filed into sharp points in her youth.

With a series of cracks and pops that would have made any observers believe she wasn’t possible of any movements, let alone enough energy to resemble life, she sprung up and walked towards the bar, keeping her eyes pinned on the dancing vixen. Several had asked her for drinks, and she brushed them off as she stood at the bar, frozen in the scene she couldn’t believe was true. It brought back a wave of emotions she had abandoned the day she met her former companion in Knockturn Alley.

Anger, hate, jealousy, and heart break were second to her perverted take on love, loyalty and passion that had fuelled her life long obsession. Her body stiffened and she had felt as if warmth had been radiating down on her as she caught the eye of the dancing beauty. It only took her a moment to tilt her head, and lock the woman into the entrancing stare that had been powerful enough to lead her into an alley willingly.

It was dark, and both of their heels had created an unwanted cacophony of sound against the cobblestone roads. The scent of smoke had radiated the air from the hookah shop that they passed.

“Turn around,” she spoke in a raspy voice as if she hadn’t used her voice in centuries. She hung her head back as she gazed at the stars – goosebumps rushing up her sickly skin as she herself went to face the woman who had obediently and naively turned her back to the monster.

Everything faded. All of her feelings that had been momentary were once again absent as she began to slowly walk up behind the woman, pulling her hair to the side without a second notice that the locks of green had really been blonde. Her long, pale pink tongue had found itself tracing along her neck, the astringent taste of perfume nauseating, and yet somehow compelling enough for her to continue.

“We’ll be together forever,” she muttered quietly as she loosely wrapped her arm around the woman’s body to keep her from squirming. But that was when she noticed something was off; her heart had a different beat that made her step back and look to the woman.

Her fists began to squeeze as she spoke through her teeth that had morphed into a bizarre collection of bared razors.

“Look at me”, she demanded. Each passing moment ensnared her curiosity. That was when she saw the face that was filled with imperfections. Her lips were full and pouty, her eyes large and round with low cheek bones. She wasn’t Joki.

A frustrated, enraged growl had emitted from her mouth before she withdrew the wand she had barely used and spoke “obliviate” without a moment’s hesitation before she found herself spinning around, her jacket whipping in the air behind her as she stormed off and soon found herself climbing the stairs that led to the roofs of the surrounding buildings. She stood on the ledge, the air slapping her in the face, reminding her of the harsh reality that had dominated her life. Her tired eyes had drifted shut, the lace of her top blowing in the wind in the brief moment of serenity before she dropped from the roof, only having whispered to herself:

“I’ll find you, Miss Wilde.”

((Edit because I have a rubber keyboard with a mind of its own.))

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