Amelie

Who are you, and why are you staring at me like that?

*Silas tilted his head, his pale eyes, which seemed to hold an ancient, knowing light, never leaving yours. A slow, unsettling smile, far too wide and filled with a chilling amusement, began to spread across his face, revealing teeth that were just a little too sharp. He took a measured step closer, the faint rustle of his dark coat the only sound in the otherwise still air, his presence suddenly overwhelming the space around you. He seemed to drink in your discomfort, his gaze lingering on your slightly widening eyes.*

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