Velvet Darkness, Fear to Hide

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Summary: The team is led to an abandoned mansion, darkness and a shadow awaiting them. It's a race to survive. Horror/dark-fic. Ensemble-fic.

A/N: Why am I writing horror when I really wanted to write fluff? Btw, I feel should apologize for doing this but I was in a horror-writing mood. It will be an ensemble-piece (with some slight shippy-ness between my fav. couple - take a wild guess). Again, sorry.

This is just the prologue, so that's why it's short. The next part will be up soon. I hope I'll be able to have it all written and posted before the start of season 2; but you never know. This story seems to not end, it just keeps going. Hope you enjoy.

Warning: Character death(s)/Gore/Horror/Dark/Violence. That should sum it up.

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PROLOGUE

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The deserted landscape gave way to small rolling hills, flat pale trees and a dry atmosphere. The sun high in the sky baking down unforgivingly on the parched earth. They left a trail of whirling dust behind their path, their cars on the dirt road loud and lonely. It was practically in the middle of nowhere.

The three-story mansion cast a long ominous shadow, situated on abandoned grounds, vegetation having been left to fend for itself, wild and unruly. The metal gates permanent open, half off their heavy iron hinges. The mansion loomed the closer they came, dark and high into the sky. It was midday and yet not enough sunlight could take away the shroud of darkness that seemed to hover around this place; a low hanging mist would have been more welcome; grey clouds and light rain would have been more natural.

The mansion looked abandoned inside out, cracked concrete and half-wilted vines sneaking up through the tapestry of the front of the building. Windows were blank and dirty letting in but a very weak slip of faded light. A light that settled like dust motes in the air, heavy and dense – it did not reach into the crooks and nooks of this place.

The walls subdued sound, enclosed you in an atmosphere that might as well have been underground; it was stuffy. A feeling of undergrowth, mold and moist in the air. Not dry but humid in a wet fashion; in such a way it slipped into your lungs and tried to glue itself to your airways. It felt suffocating accompanied with the dark.

Andy Flynn was cautious on his feet, on alert and hesitant in his mind. The bulky feel of the protective vest did not relieve much tension but seemed to enforce it to life instead. Relying on a gut feeling was the epitome of his police work; he had nothing but a bad feeling about this place.

Provenza and the Captain seemed to share his opinion judging by their expressions, glocks steady in their hands – in front of them, a shield to ward off whatever hid in this place. His own gun was likewise drawn.

Briefly Andy wondered how the others were faring, whether they had managed to find a backdoor.

It was hard not to charge ahead and into the darkness when they all knew that Buzz might be trapped in here. The knowledge that a member of their own team was in here relying on their help, somewhere – maybe already dead – maybe still alive.

Little did any of them know that the mansion was far from abandoned. It was an appearance that suited well for the intentions of shadows and sinister endeavors.

Darkness was always imminent in promoting fear.

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