For no apparent reason, Anne drove off, leaving Trevor standing in the pouring rain, nearly soaked.
To take shelter in the growing torrential downpour, Trevor headed into the woods. But, something alluring was waiting behind him, something etheral...
A hummed tone met Trevor's ears; a melody sweet and sticky, like flypaper. The siren call of this song drew him in, and only when Trevor turned around did he see the strange beauty.
Her hair was like polished silver, glistening in the low light of rainfall. Her frail exterior was complimented by her equally sickly pallor, appearing transparent in the storm. Trevor couldn't distinguish her form, even, everything around her was misty. All he really saw was her beautiful golden eyes, and the umbrella, unopened, in her hands. With one swift movement, she spread her umbrella wide, beckoning for him to come inside. He saw her for what she really was at last. Boy, was she beautiful...
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