The First Night - Joseph Smart
That night there was an atmosphere cold, which came in the bones making it painful all the movements.
The ground crunched underfoot in the darkness that surrounded the dim lamplight was unable to graze.
Figure I parried it before. The moment before the street was empty, the next moment she was there, wrapped in the damp fog that the coat could not counter.
did not seem to land anything.
He stood motionless at the center dell'acciottolato, seemingly oblivious to everything around her. Yet there were some, despite the distance, his eyes were fixed on you.
all started a few days before. Did you feel constantly shadowed, as if a dark presence is known to be appropriate in your own shadow.
That first evening, on his way home, was not so different from all other nights. The usual fog of the sea breeze of the sea Sicily could not fade away, the same dim lights in the streets, the same feeling of being followed. Then you had saved him before ! Or perhaps it was only a vision, you were not completely sure.
His dark clothes mingled with the night making it ethereal. The one thing completely clear were the face and eyes. Too white face. Incredibly bright, bright light that shone with a longing eyes. They seemed to dig into it. The cold of the night mingled with shivering with fear, while you sweat on the skin freezes. You could almost
grin, before disappearing shrouded by the darkness of night.
An apparition?
night A demon?
Didst pass an entire night with eyes wide open in the dark.
When the next day you attardasti inn in a casual conversation with your office, you saw a man with broad shoulders and broad chest, staring at you all the time in question. You had the feeling that he already had already had his eyes fixed on you. Do not cut off for a moment to look back and it was as if all the other patrons ignore it completely.
The smile that you do not get addressed before riuscisti to identify: a mixture of pride, determination and lust.
He left the room and you followed him, stopping in mid-conversation and spouting off like lightning. But he was gone.
Day after the sun had just slipped over the horizon when someone knocked on your door.
A woman with long red hair, tight curls that s'inanellavano in up to half back. The eyes were a dark blue, and shone a bright light. Your wife looks at you and shake your head inquiring as to say he does not know who he was. Can you wait in the lounge and she'll briefs, charming voice on the state of your practice for authentication of the Nobility of your family. Invites you to attend in his office, a couple of nights below and you accept more than willingly. When you leave the door of your house you smile makes an obviously fake but not bad.
It 's a beautiful woman and you know that you want more than they say.
again that night at the inn are Russian you usually frequent.
The man who disappeared the night before t'era you closer to the eyes: it is a Russian nobleman came to visit the Kingdom of Sicily and Italy. It 's very interested in your cause and offer help. Agree to meet the next night, so you can also act as his guide through the streets of the city. Him down on the time of meeting, just after sunset, and you do not hesitate to VISIT appointment and decided, perhaps unconsciously, to fix it before the meeting with the consultant with red hair.
appointment when you are going, his figure, stands almost ethereal.
initially think is a ghost, or a similar creature, before realizing that the man from whom you are going. You just step before realizing that you have someone to tie back. The eyes of the Russian are almost set on fire when the person behind you. You turn around before you barely recognize, very pale in the face by rubbing the left eye, he who has taken some sleep last night.
eyes ice seem to call him, but you command your body to get away, to seek the salvation of the Russian nobleman with whom you have an appointment. The other does not seem willing to let go but a low growl made him immediately change idea.
glances of the Russian fire before vanishing into the night. The Russian will
approaches of teeth and tusks of known that you bring the chills.
And you know that you no longer escape.
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