He Comes At Night

Third POV:

"Holy shit..."

I'm gonna die...

Those were the only words that echoed in Rose's mind as her car hurtled towards the colossal tree ahead. 

Towering and imposing, its immense trunk filled her field of vision, its rough bark a stark contrast to the darkness of the surrounding forest.

In that terrifying moment, Rose could do nothing but brace herself for the inevitable impact, the realization of her impending fate gripping her with a sense of dread unlike anything she had ever experienced.

As the inevitability of her fate loomed closer with each passing moment, Rose found herself grappling with the grim realization that her life was about to end in a senseless accident. 

The thought of meeting her demise in such a manner, in the same town where her parents and ancestors had perished, stirred within her a haunting sense of unease.

What troubled Rose most was the unsettling notion that this cursed town, steeped in the tragedies of her family's past, seemed to hold a grim destiny for the Gabrielle lineage. 

As the weight of her impending demise settled upon her, she couldn't shake the feeling that her fate was inexorably intertwined with the dark legacy of her ancestors.

Yet, amidst the chaos and impending doom, a strange acceptance washed over her. After all, death was an inevitable part of life, a fate that befell every living being eventually.

As the brutal collision loomed closer, Rose squeezed her eyes shut, seeking refuge behind the veil of darkness. In those fleeting moments, time seemed to stretch infinitely, each second filled with a tumult of thoughts and emotions racing through her mind.

Fear, anticipation, acceptance—all intertwined as she braced herself for what lay ahead. In that suspended moment, she found a strange sense of clarity, a calm acceptance of her impending fate.

With a deep breath, she steeled herself for the impact, ready to meet her destiny head-on.

In her mind she believed if pursing her lips very tight would help she would do it and not scream like a banshee, she would go out with her dignity still intact in front of this cruelly handsome stranger.

In a sudden, jarring moment, the impact reverberated through the car, sending Rose lurching forward with a force that threatened to catapult her through the windshield. 

The seat belt strained against her chest painfully, the only thing preventing her from being flung into the unknown. If she could survive this, it would definitely leave a red angry mark across her chest.

As her head collided with the unforgiving surface of the steering wheel, a surge of pain shot through her skull, causing her vision to blur and her thoughts to scatter like leaves in the wind. 

It was as if her brain had been shaken loose from its moorings, tossed about within the confines of her skull.

In that disorienting moment, she couldn't help but draw a parallel to the plight of birds colliding with glass windows. 

If this was anything like what they experienced, she vowed never to close another window again, for the sensation was truly unbearable. 

Feeling a warm trickle of blood running down her forehead, just above her left eye, Rose couldn't help but marvel at the relative lack of damage. 

Despite the violent impact and the searing pain throbbing through her head, she was rather more struck by the absence of the catastrophic scenes she had often seen depicted in car crashes.

In her mind, she had anticipated far worse—broken bones, extensive bleeding, and perhaps even the threat of fire and explosions. Yet, by some stroke of luck or fate, her injuries appeared to be limited to the gash on her forehead.

Though she couldn't shake the pain and discomfort, Rose couldn't help but feel a glimmer of gratitude amidst the chaos. Somehow, she had emerged from the wreckage relatively unscathed, and for that, she was inexplicably thankful.

As the car came to a sudden halt, Rose remained pressed against the steering wheel, her forehead throbbing painfully from the impact. Surprisingly, there didn't seem to be much damage to either herself or the vehicle.

Does that mean she is done dying? Is she already dead? Was that it?

As she contemplated the surreal situation, a wave of unsettling thoughts flooded her mind. 

Could this be the afterlife? 

Was the pain in her head a grim reminder of the manner in which she had died? If so, did that mean she would spend eternity plagued by this relentless headache?

The notion sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn't help but wonder what other mysteries lay beyond the realm of the living.

Scarred by her unsettling thoughts, Rose propelled herself back into an upright position, her eyes snapping open. Yet, as her gaze met the scene before her, her heart skipped a beat.

There he stood, the enigmatic figure with the mesmerizing face, staring back at her from the other side of the windshield. Despite the harrowing collision, he remained unscathed, his ethereal beauty undiminished by the chaos surrounding them.

Back ramrod straight, his gaze unwavering, his face illuminated by the headlights of her car. Though logic dictated that the radiance was merely a trick of the light, Rose couldn't shake the feeling that his ethereal glow transcended the mundane explanations.

Maybe I'm really dead. And this is the Angel of death that is sent to pick up my soul.

The sudden rush of logic snapped Rose out of her spiraling thoughts. If she were truly dead, the sequence of events should have led to the tree being in the man's place, not him standing unscathed before her.

As she processed this realization, a glimmer of hope ignited within her. Perhaps, against all odds, she had somehow survived the crash. 

This newfound possibility filled her with a mix of disbelief and relief, propelling her to face the situation with renewed determination and curiosity.

With a surge of relief coursing through her veins, Rose felt the tension in her body ease as the headache dissipated into the night air, for now. 

Yet, her newfound sense of calm was short-lived as the mysterious man shifted from the front to the side of her car.

Despite his impassive expression, Rose couldn't shake the feeling of being scrutinized, as if every move she made was being carefully monitored. His predatory aura loomed over her like a dark cloud, a silent reminder of the danger that lingered in the shadows.

Instinctively, Rose remained on guard, her senses heightened as she braced herself for whatever might come next.

Her initial sense of relief giving way to a creeping unease. Despite the man's undeniable allure, there was an underlying sense of danger that radiated from him like a palpable aura.

His captivating appearance belied a darker, more sinister presence that sent alarm bells ringing in Rose's mind. There was something inherently lethal about him, something that whispered of danger lurking beneath his alluring facade.

With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Rose couldn't shake the sense that she was in the presence of something far more sinister than she had initially realized.

Rose's mind raced with conflicting emotions as she weighed her options. Every instinct screamed at her to stay put, to remain safely within the confines of her car where she could potentially protect herself from whatever danger lurked outside. 

Because in every horror movie she had watched; when you step out of the car, you're as good as dead.

Despite that, a defiant spark flickered within her, fueled by frustration and indignation at the precarious situation she found herself in. This wasn't a scene from a movie; it was her reality, her life hanging in the balance.

With a mixture of apprehension and determination, Rose steeled herself against the fear threatening to overwhelm her. She refused to be a passive victim in her own story.

Rose observed the man's gaze fixated upon her, she couldn't shake the feeling of being an alien specimen under his scrutiny. His expression held a mixture of surprise and curiosity, as if he were witnessing something entirely unexpected.

But beneath her initial shock lay a simmering anger, fueled by the realization that this precarious situation was a direct result of his presence. Despite the danger she had narrowly escaped, he showed no signs of offering assistance or concern for her well-being.

With a surge of frustration, Rose felt her anger bubble to the surface. 

How dare he stand there, silent and indifferent, while she grappled with the aftermath of their encounter? 

The least he could do was acknowledge her presence, offer some semblance of concern for her welfare.

Yet, as she met his gaze head-on, she saw no hint of remorse or empathy in his eyes. Instead, there was only a chilling emptiness that sent a shiver down her spine. 

It was then that Rose realized she was truly alone in this dark and dangerous world, with no one to rely on but herself.

As the adrenaline surged through her veins, Rose's anger reached a boiling point, overwhelming any lingering sense of caution. 

With a swift, decisive movement, she flung open the car door and leapt out onto the deserted road.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she confronted the enigmatic stranger, her fury fueling her resolve. 

Every fiber of her being screamed for justice, for answers, for some semblance of control in the chaos that had engulfed her life.

With determined steps, Rose closed the distance between them, her gaze locked on his inscrutable face. 

She had survived the crash, defied death's grasp, and she refused to be cowed by the enigmatic figure before her.

In that moment, she was no longer a victim, but a force to be reckoned with. And as she stood face to face with the mysterious stranger, she vowed to unravel the secrets that shrouded him in darkness, no matter the cost.

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