~Not so easy~ Fallancy x Encre

Archived: ["I woke up screaming. My nightmares didn't let me sleep. I looked through the window. It was still dark outside. My clock was at 3:34 AM. " *sight*I guess i'll just take a short walk." I said to myself. I grabbed my sketchbook along with my pencil, stretched, and started to walk towards 'Forbitten Forest'. It was called like this because some people believe that vampires live in it. Obviously i don't belive in this story. It's just an old tale to scare kids.... Right? Without any hesitation i walk into the forest. After some time i reached 'my place'. It was a small meadow with big oak tree in centre. I sat under the tree and started to draw a beautiful landscape. It was so calm and relaxing...

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I know that this chapter is short but next one will be longer i promise."]

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He shot up, muscles tense, cold sweat running down his forehead. His eyes shot open, eye sockets empty, weak hands shaking gently. He put his hands up to his face and rubbed his eyes. He felt something wet sliding down his cheeks and chin. A quiet scoff rung through the air as he lifted his quilt. Soft moonlight poured through the gap in the curtains. He wanted to go back to sleep so badly. His body was so heavy and the bed was so comfortable. He slowly closed his eyelids and felt the consciousness slip away. 

Not for long anyway.

He woke up not even five minutes later, clutching his head as painful tremors waved through his body. His sight wandered to the window again. He lifted his body from the bed. The small fragile feet hit the dusty floor. A soft clang of bones ran through the air as he stumbled into his canvas. His head turned to the window yet again. Judging by the moon it was really, really late.  Or maybe early? It was not his specialization, how should he know? He was the kind of monster who was aware when he lost the battle. Deep in thought he buttoned up his shirt covering his many tattoos. Knowing better then to try to go to sleep again ( it wouldn't welcome him with open arms) he grabbed his handy pocket-sized sketchbook, put on his usual vest and left the house. 

He admired the village. He couldn't remember when he came here, but he knew why. He was truly fascinated with the stories . The legends talking about the vampire monarch living in the middle of the gigantic forest, hidden away from the ordinary monster eye. And the place was just gorgeous! He was an artist, he knew beauty when he saw it. The forest was the best at night: gentle blue and sliver light shining through the green spruce trees, full of wildlife and secrets. The village he lived in was positioned near the edge of the woods, so it gave him a wonderful opportunity of going for late night (or early morning) walks without nosy older monsters stopping him from going in. They always had the same excuse. "We do it because we are worried about you young man" they would always say. Bullshit. 

He went there nearly every night and never even once something happened to him. Every morning he would come back to the village and remind those pesky villagers he was all fine and dandy. Just because he was short didn't mean he was unable to take care of himself, dammit!  Well, there was this one time a bat flew into him when he was sitting on a tree and he flinched so hard he had fallen off of the branch he was sitting on. Eh, nothing a little bandage and herbs wouldn't fix. 

He softly laid his feet as he walked through the forest, looking for a place he could sit down on. And he found it not long after: a small meadow in the middle of the forest with a thick tree stump he could sit on. "Perfect" he muttered to himself, laying his art supplies down. 

Something blinking in the moonlight caught his attention. He reached out to the object hidden in the dark grass. It turned out to be a beautifully crafted dagger. He brought it closer to his face, turning the handle. The blade had a sentence engraved into it's spine. He squinted, trying to decode the words. "For mine dear friend, Fallancy" He he read under his nose. Shrugging slightly he pocketed the knife. If a hunter from the village lost it he would return it immediately. He wandered who the said Fallancy was. Eh, probably no one important. A weird cold feeling washed over him as he sat down on the stump.

(a/n dunno what am I doing, I'm bored. I tried to give this a new, deeper plot, wonder what this abomination will turn out to be lol. lmk is theres any typos, I'll try to fix if there are)

(edit a/n: fixed a few incoherent sentences and changed the sentence on the dagger. Go re-read it if you read the old version, its important)