The walk down the hallway seemed surreal. It was like her feet were eager, like they were trying to remember a path they'd been aching to take, something forbidden yet exciting. She could feel a tinge of impatience coming from Julian and found herself curious. Amused even, like she wanted to laugh. But why? The strangest thing about it all was that she found that it felt natural. Welcoming. Right.
Any normal or rational person would've gotten an eerie feeling or perhaps that little voice in the back of their head that told them something dangerous was in their midst. And while she did recognize and believe that feeling- because of course, she felt it just like anyone else would- she didn't have much care for it. It was thrilling and brought her an odd sensation of glee.
The first step into the study gave a full view of it, her eyes first falling upon the fireplace, and she was still. Everything Julian had said after opening the doors to the room fell upon deaf ears, Parker's head swimming images of that first fateful vision, a tumbler of realizations putting themselves together. Her eyes darted to the mirror, which was just where she'd known it would be, recalling her own face in it. And in her subconscious, she'd come to the right answer. She knew because it felt like the right answer, one of those things one just knows in their gut.
Wait- what? The epiphany was jolting. Jolting because in her head, she knew it to be wrong. Evil was wrong. It was absurd! But again, it didn't feel wrong.
She could feel it now. It was then that she remembered Julian was there. It hadn't ever been there before, maybe undetectable because it should have been a crazy notion. But it wasn't, not now, and she could feel it. He was evil. Pure, undiluted, evil. And if she recalled correctly (which she knew she did), in both person and vision, he'd mentioned a sister. She half-turned slowly, as if maybe he wouldn't be there and this would just be a dream. Which it wasn't because he was still there. It surprised her that she was more intrigued than frightened, though the latter should have been her only response.
Christ! Should she run? It didn't matter. Her legs refused to let her and even if they would, would she even make it that far? The more pertinent question, though, was did she even want to run in the first place?
Impossible! Every instinct she had told her that.
Then... maybe she'd hit her head in that accident. This was unbelievable. "I don't understand," she said, barely able to get the words out.