in our deliberate stillness . He in his prayer to the moon and me in my revenge .
My legs began to tremble after several minutes , and I slouched against the tree . I dared not lose sight of him as I switched my bearing weight . Sweat trickled from my forehead , down the side of my face , and landed on the thigh of my trousers . I pulled on my cravat and wiped my face free of the moisture . My chest pounded every second , hoping that he could not sense me .
Dagon finally took one sip from his chalice , tipped the moon adieu , and turned toward his right side to return indoors . The strands of his hair danced backwards in a light breeze that swept over him , revealing his thin , pale face and white-blue eyes . He gazed in my direction – nay , at me ! – as he stepped across the balcony floor , his lip turned upward in a menacing grin . He turned his gaze away as he entered the house .
He saw me . He knew I was there . I betrayed myself and now the beast will be after my flesh … and Emily ?
Guilt ran over me , through me . Emily ’ s screams pierced my ears . I fell to my knees as my strength gave out . There I was , slumped to the ground , when I remembered my dear , sweet Emily in my arms before she was whisked away in the dark of the night . The image of her abduction sickened me greatly . The more Dagon haunted my memories , the more my face burned .
The alley ’ s darkness wrapped me in cold hunger , raping my senses and plunging me into insanity . My lungs tightened as a guttural growl escaped my throat . Echoes of a savage animal surrounded me , and my helplessness
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