Blackfeather Woods far away across the field

he watches as the drug takes hold. it easy to see the way she gasps at empty air, stares at things he can not see, and the way in which the trees begin to drip. only then does he speak his name, low and sure.  "abraxas." she is lucky; the only audience to which he has spoken in months. or, perhaps, she would have been better off if he hadn't chosen her as later the raven's had. there is a shadow that rears its head above the girl, its fangs are for him. he will be alone when it bites. with that, the man turns smoothly and vanishes into the shadows and the Web, leaving only his gift and his name.