06-14-2014, 05:54 AM
Katerina turned to leave. It was too bad she was crazy. Believing in the supernatural and old legends. She really didn't have any hard evidence to prove anything actually existed. But she knew. She'd seen signs. Or maybe she'd dreamed those. Anyway, they were real and she knew it. If she didn't find one, her brother would never join her.
He believed in the supernatural, too. But he was a closet believer. He'd never admit it to anyone but Katerina. But they talked about it all the time. It was he who had heard of this remote village in Romania. She'd promised not to let him down, and as soon as she found something, he'd be here.
Well, she wouldn't give up that easily. This village just screamed, supernatural. Or get out. It didn't matter. Katerina had made it only a few steps away when she heard the water turn on. She stopped instantly and swiveled on her heel. So many emotions flooded her, from excitement, to anxiety, to relief, to fear and back to excitement.
At first, a hint of a smile turned up the corners of her mouth. It was a childish smile. One a child might have as he's walking into a candy store, knowing what it held and what his prize would be. Then, she reminded herself that it could just be a regular person, who might be incredibly angry with her for trespassing. How could she play that off?
She walked back to the door, took a deep, nervously excited breath, and pushed. There at the sink was a man, wearing some furry cape. He was washing, blood from his hands. Was it true? Was it possible? Had she really found a supernatural creature? Perhaps she'd just stumbled upon a crazy human.
No way. There was totally blood on his mouth. It was awesome. She reached for her gun. She wasn't going to shoot at him. No, her intentions weren't to hurt anyone, or thing, unless she had to protect herself. That's all she was preparing for. For now, she kept her hand on her revolver, staring in awe and wonder at the creature across the floor.
So many books had said how good they were at appearing human. All those years of research hadn't let her down. All those years of thinking everyone else might be right... and here she was. But what now? Part of her felt like she'd just stepped into a territory she should have stayed far away from. But the other part, was too excited to leave or shoot or even form words.
Dark olive green eyes averted to the deer. At least it ate animals and not people, right? Her feet wanted to move forward, and backwards. She couldn't form a complete thought, but she couldn't just keep standing there, staring, even though that's what she did. Her fingers twitched over the revolver, reminding her she could protect herself, though she hoped she wouldn't have to and completely unaware that anyone was behind her.
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