Chapter 45: The Faceless: Part Three
Evanna gazed into Scarecrow’s white pupils, all the while her body was chilled to the bone as goosebumps spread across her skin. He continued to walk away with her, a smirk crawling up his face.
"You have no idea how long I have waited for a human to turn up here. Those pesky elves have kept most away. As much as I have enjoyed your company, I really need to eat and transform. I would prefer to be a man, but I do not mind being you," His eyes travelled the length of her body before resting back on her eyes, "such beautiful skin. With your looks, it will be easy to lure a male into my trap." He winked at her.
Unbeknown to Scarecrow, Evanna was not trapped in his mind control; she knew what was going on, including the ambush on Cilv, but she only hoped the fearsome shifter could handle herself for the time being. Her sixth sense was telling her to act like Scarecrow’s little puppet, she did not know how she knew, but she did. She had complete trust in herself and her strange sense, even as he spoke about eating her.
In a monotone voice, she asked, "What. What will.. happen once.. you eat me?"
He narrowed his eyes and scrutinized her, but after a full minute of staring intensely at her eyes, he was convinced by the blank look in her eyes. It took everything in her willpower to not blink or flinch at his eyes bore into hers.
"It is futile to fight my powers. But I do not mind having a bit of a chit chat. The others here are bloody boring, I tell you. Moaning and screeching about how hungry they are. I’M HUNGRY!" He bellowed as he tipped his head back, arms wide as though he were shouting to an audience. "They need to make me happy.. Without ME, they are NOTHING!" Scarecrow’s face was so close to hers now; his breath whipped her stray hairs back, and again, it took everything in her not to flinch.
He laughed maniacally as he stepped back from her, wiping a hand down his face as his head snapped back forwards, his cruel smile back on his face, "There I go again, rambling. Please forgive me. You do not need to know my pettiness."
Scarecrow suddenly yanked her down to the ground by the river; she forced herself to stay rooted, although she had the urge to jump into the river and away from the crazed creature before her. He lowered himself, sitting on the back of his heels, so they were at eye level.
"Once I have eaten you, my dear," His fingers brushed down her face gently, sending another chill down her spine, "I will become you. It is that simple."
"B-b-become me?" Evanna acted as though her speech was forced.
"Shhh," His finger skimmed across her bottom lip, "It won’t hurt, I promise. I will put you into a glorious dream. You were so naively kind to me, so I will repay you back that kindness. At least."