He was tired of looking in all the time. Of seeing their laughing faces and fat bellies whilst his rumbled on the emptiness of air.
Yet he couldn’t take his eyes away.
She sat alone in a corner, watching everything going on about her.
Their eyes locked.
He hadn’t been quick enough, and although she didn’t get up, the movement of her head to one side suggested her curiosity had been aroused.
No point in hiding now, he stood his ground and waited.
She stood, smoothed her skirts and began to walk towards the window. His window.
She looked around to see if anyone was watching, and satisfied they were not, she opened it.
‘Hello. What are you doing out there?’ she asked with a shy smile.
He didn’t know what to say. Neither his mind or mouth could form words to answer her simple question.
The warmth of the room wafted out to his chilled body, the threadbare coat useless against the winter temperatures. He shivered.
‘Take my hand and come in out of the cold.’
Mesmerised, he felt himself reaching out to do just that.
Her hand was surprisingly cool to his touch, small and slender fingers showing short but unbitten nails. He felt the pull of a strength so contrary to her size, then everything started to spin and he soon found himself inside her world.
But it was not the world he had seen from the other side of the window.
The laughter became hollow and echoed in the now emptiness of the void he had suddenly entered.
The girl was still holding his hand, but hers was no longer human. He looked into slanted eyes devoid of colour, into a face resembling chiselled stone, the tentative smile replaced with yellowed fangs that dripped saliva.
Gone were the warmth and sense of merriment. In their place, a dark and menacing evil.
All was not as it had seemed, and he had just swapped one miserable existence for another.
The others turned, wolves ready to pounce on their next victim.
‘No,’ she said. ‘ He’s mine. I think I will just toy with him for a while.’
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