The sky was an art piece of stars and the night breeze blew ever so slightly. The moon hung in the sky like a mother to the stars casting its glow upon the world.
The rhythmic rat-a-tat coming from the best historical fiction author's apartment, Emily Ryan, was a testament to the fact that she was working on the last chapter of her book.
She stretched like a lazy cat and sipped on a cup of coffee to keep her from dozing off. The apartment was a cramped and earthly smelling one. Books were scattered on the floors and sheets of papers danced ballet as the breeze blew past them.
Emily saved the document and read what she had just written. A smile creeped unto her face as a congratulatory message popped in. She had finished the book at last, and was waiting for the congratulations.
A sharp cry resounded through the room which made Emily's heart skip a beat. She looked out the window, but there was no one in sight.
A ghostly laughter filled the room. Fear creeped into Emily's bones as the books scattered on the floor flipped open themselves. The displaced sheets of paper crumpled and straightened themselves all while an eerie laughter echoed of the walls.
Emily couldn't move. Her brain couldn't process anything. At first, she thought of running, but it was to no avail. Then she thought of hiding, but what good could that bring?
Her head pounded as the door to her apartment opened and closed very slowly like an horror film would portray it. Her fingers trembled and sweat rolled down her forehead in big drops.
Her heart ran from place to place as the door closed with a *bang* and everything was back to normal. Emily clutched her shirt and tried to regain her sanity. She turned to her laptop and horror filled her electric blue eyes.
The words in the chapter she had just written were replaced with ghostly symbols. They twirled and turned on a manner human couldn't comprehend. A blue vortex emerged from the laptop. It was tiny at first, but then it began to enlarge and swallow everything including Emily.
She opened her eyes and found herself sitting in a cave. The cave was dimly lit and cold. The sound of water dropping unto a rock was the only thing that could be heard in this strange cave.
Emily looked around not knowing how she got here. Her body was as heavy as lead and a tingling sensation enveloped her heart.
She looked up and found herself staring at a figure clad in black. The figure turned around and its gaze locked on Emily. As soon as Emily saw the figure's face her eyes widened in horror and disbelief.
The figure walked closer and crouched down in front of Emily.
"Hello, Ms. Ryan," the figure said. This was a character from Emily's book, and not just any character—the villainess. "How do you do?" Her voice was soft and quiet, yet it carried a tone of malice and authority.
Emily couldn't speak. Her voice somehow disappeared and the only thing she could do was stare into the villainess's eyes. Those empty eyes that held nothing but disdain and malice.
"What's wrong?" She asked as she tucked a strand of Emily's jet black hair behind her ear.
An action that seemed intimate, but if one looked much closer, it seemed the villainess was trying to gouge out Emily's eyes."Aren't you happy to see me?"
Emily gulped not knowing what to say. The villainess blinked, her long lashes fanning her face. "You…" she trailed off and looked at Emily with a cold expression. "Killed me," she finished.
Emily opened her mouth then closed it. She opened it again and closed. She repeated this action for a while like a fish out of water. The villainess stood up and took a few steps back.
"Speak!" she boomed. Her voice bounced off the walls of the cave. "I want to hear what excuse you have, o writer."
Emily tried to stand up, but her body would not respond. "I wrote you," she finally managed to say. Her voice was hoarse and cracked like she hadn't spoken in years.
"I was more than just a character," the villainess plainly replied.
Emily could not speak. Her mind hadn't fully registered what was going on, but she knew this wasn't a normal occurrence, and it wasn't a dream either. She finally stood up and looked into the villainess's eyes.
"You're something I wrote for fun," she deadpanned. The villainess's expression didn't waver, but she took a step forward.
"Oh darling, you have so much to learn," she said. Her voice was icy and cold like the northern winds. There was no emotion on her face which made Emily doubt whether this was the villainess she wrote.
The villainess she wrote wasn't as terrifying as this one was.
"What do you want?" Emily asked with clenched fists.
There was a difference between fiction and nonfiction, and that difference was very clear.
If this was a dream, she hoped she'd wake up soon.
"They say all dreams come true," the villainess started. "But forget that nightmares are dreams too."
That was the phrase the villainess had said when the hero stabbed her in the chest.
"W-what?" Emily was stunned. What nightmare?!
"You can't run, darling," she said as she walked closer to Emily. "You can't hide either."
Emily took a step back in fear. "What do you want to do?" She asked.
"My name is Emily Dragon, daughter of Kiera and Lorcan Dragon. You may have written a story, but I am more than just a character," she said with a cold smile.
"What d-do y-you mean?" Emily stammered and took a few steps back until her back hit the cave's wall.
The villainess walked forward and closed the space between them. "My destiny lies in your hands," she whispered in Emily's ear.
A shiver ran down Emily's spine as she looked at the villainess's face. Her cold blue eyes, white extra pale skin, silver hair—everything screamed *villainess*.