Her Oasis His Destruction

He was sweating profusely.

His heart hammered violently against his chest. The cold air around him was not helping his situation. He had found refuge in the empty barn as he believed this was the only place he could truly be left alone to face the devil of what was happening to him.

He could see the shadows threatening to attack him. The only thing keeping them at bay was the little window which let in the crescent moonlight.

The moonlight not only kept the shadows away but also illuminated his features. His dark curls were messed up above his head. One of the locs stuck to his wet forehead and he paid no attention to it. His light brown skin glistened in the moonlight. This was partly because he was still sweating. The light went on to fall over the silk white shirt he wore. It was opened at the chest, therefore, exposing the rich contours of his smooth chest. Sadly, the view came to an end above his navel. His dark brown breeches had become dirty due to the fact that he was sitting on the bare ground of the dirty barn. His boots were fitted tightly to his legs.

He rested his back on an abandoned wagon that was filled up with hay. For this reason, some of the hay got into his hair but he couldn't care less. He was more concerned with what he was facing. The main reason why he had come to hide in the barn.

The night felt quiet. Too quiet. It was as if the night could feel the dilemma that he was going through.

He felt himself burning up from the inside. It was a type of fire that he had never felt before. He threw a glance down to his fingers and noticed new sets of claws threatening to grow out of his nails. The horror was that they were already emerging.

He squeezed his fist so tight that the claws entered his palm and caused crimson liquid to flow out of the injury.

"What is happening to me?" He asked himself with a deep baritone voice that had been destabilized with fear.

His body kept trembling with every minute that went by. The fear and uncertainty of not understanding were beginning to get to him.

As he was still battling with himself he caught a scent, a very familiar person. It was a mixture of coconut and roses. There was only one person in the world he knew to have this unique mixture of scent.

Mariana.

It surprised him that he had caught her scent when she hadn't even gotten into the barn. He was surprised that she was coming his way yet he felt some kind of comfort that she was the one coming. So he waited for her to reach him.

He was almost beginning to think he imagined it until he saw her silhouette appear by the door. He said nothing as he watched her step into the moonlight.

She looked as gracious as ever. Her dark blue dress fell over her legs and covered it. Her curly mass of hair fell over her shoulders and stopped by her waist. Her fair skin glowed under the moonlight. Her light brown eyes reflected the light of the moon. Her small face housed the smallest of noses and small yet full lips. She looked like a goddess who had descended from the moon itself. Her hands were placed together before her gown so that she still carried the gracious air of the lady she was.

"Mariana, what are you doing here?" He whispered.