So there it is. A bloodly kiss. Hope your all enjoying the story so far? Let me know what you think.
"You can't stay here, Scarlet." Mary said finally breaking the somber silence. "Your mother..." she broke off looking for a polite way to tell me that my mother was a murderess self-serving bitch and that she would sooner commend me to the fires of hell than help me escape an unjust charge. “You have run.” She spoke softly, but with the same firm resolute tone she'd always had with me. “Run and never look back. The mayor, pitiful as he may be right now, is a cruel vicious man. He'll never let it go." "If he finds out that your still alive.” She shuddered and rapidly shook her head. It was nice to know Mary cared for me in her own way, she was a rare breed. "You need not worry about Mayor Redford." I told her, turning to watch her as she stared at my father's corpse. If I could of, I would have found a sick sort of amusement when the thought of the mayors death crossed her mind. But practical Mary did not linger on that line of thought for long. "Better safe than sorry." She shook
Vibrant reds, blush pinks with soft purple undertones and calm light blues. All gathered together to bask in the sun's golden glory. The sheer beauty of it brought tears to my eyes, it was the most beautiful sun rise I'd ever seen. The glorious dawn that chased away the night's shadows. This was the sun rise of June 21, 1874. The morning of my execution. The glorious dawn of the beginning of my end! The Night Before 526! That's the distance between my cell and the gallows. Though gallows would be too grand a word, it was but a single tree on the edge of our small settlement no more than 10'f from the river. A weeping willow, so named by the peculiar young daughter of our town sheriff... me! Well, at least there'd be weeping at my execution I doubt I'd be able to muster the emotion to do so myself. Be it self-pit
Death was not as I’d imagined it be nor as I had been taught to believe. I am sinner in the eyes of God and yet when I appeared in the place, my final destination. Where I was sure I’d begin my eternal torment in Hell’s embrace. Yet, there was nothing here, nothing at all. Just me, weightless and incorporeal surround by nothing, no light and no darkness. I was totally alone here, wherever here is, with solid emptiness to keep me company. The feel of it pressing in on me was horrifying, like I was standing in the mouth of an enormous monster I could neither see or ran from. Stuck in an endless loop of dread and inescapable fear and sure as the sun would rise I knew that in this cycle of nothing, I would spend my eternity. Then I woke up. My soul had settled back into my body like water poured into an empty vessel trying to adjust the strange yet familiar shape. Even so, my sense eluded me, it felt like I was still stuck in that pl
Slowly I sat up feeling like a complete different person it was then that I noticed I'd been laying on top of a stone coffin. He put on top of someone grave? Strength moved through me, settling into my muscles and my bones. Lifting my hands, I notice no changes in them save for the fact that my skin has taken on a dewy sort of glow that's and my arms were exposed. Glancing down I was surprised to find that I was not wearing the white dress I was executed in. "How dare you change my clothes! How dare you touch me without my permission!" I yelled at him, moving faster than humanly possible, I pushed off the coffin ready to rip his hands clean off his arms. Only to fall to my knees, much to the strange creatures amusement. My body would not move the way I wanted it to. What was happening? "Relax, give yourself a moment. You have get used to your new strength. You've just had an out of body experience, I mean you did after all just die." He smirked no
Our progress down the mountain was slow, which was entirely my fault. I felt like a new born, my body never doing what I wanted, the way I wanted. It was so frustrating, I either moved to fast, tripped over my own feet and uprooted whole trees, or I put my foot down to hard and crushed boulders to dust, much to Evan’s twisted amusement. He’d said I was quite strong for one so young, that among our kind true strength came with age. Evan was glad to know he’d chosen well, for his first progeny in decades. Now, if only I could walk with damaging anything around me. As darkness began to settle around us, slowly chasing away the last ray’s fading light, our surroundings only became more beautiful, the sounds and scents a balm to my feelings of failure and irritation. “Has it always been like this?” I stopped taking in the magnificent view before me. “Has what?” Evan signed, turning towards me, green eyes practically glowing in the dark.&nbs
Evan pulled me to stop right in front of the pale green double doors. “Listen,” He whispered, tapping his ear. Concentrating, I found that I could hear movement through out the mansion. Past the foyer into the dinning room someone was putting a plates, down the hall the in one of the back rooms someone was pacing on the carpeted floor. Probably my judge, the town Mayor. Upstairs someone was crying, no, sobbing heart wrenching sobs while the voice of the a young girl urged the crying woman to stop; Melanie and her mother. I could hear them as they went about their lives with prefect clarity like I was standing right next to them watching it happen. I could also hear their hearts some slow and steady others fast and aggravated but no matter the pace, all those hearts pumped blood through their veins. Hungry roared in my gut, like a beast demanding its next meal and I would feed it the blood of my enemies. Opening the door I let myself
She’d known what he was and still she’d sent me with him. My best friend. “I asked you a question, Melanie. Have you already forgotten?” I mocked pushing off the bloody bed. “No tears for your brother, Mel?” She paled even further, shuddering as I spoke her nick name. Finally snapping out of her stupor and trying to move away from me, slowly inching towards the door. Well, at least she’s smarter than her mother. Or perhaps she was just to scared to actually move. Either way, I’m glad she didn’t bolt for the door, instinct would have made me hunt and kill her and I couldn’t have that. I had questions for my so called best friend. Starting with how exactly she knew her older brother was a sexual predator. “I –I,” Melanie trembled tears flowing freely from her wide terrified eyes. “I’m so so-sorry, Scarlet.” She cried. She was sorry? Now, she was sorry? All of this could have been avoided if she’d just do
Three days ago I found myself at the Mayors mansion visiting my friend Melanie after yet another icy exchange between mother and I during breakfast that day. I was happy to let Mel’s cheery presence infect me and lift my spirits. Mrs, Moore, the Redford’s housekeeper, lead me up to Melanie’s bedroom, where I found her and another maid trying on every dress in Melanie’s very large closet. “What’s going on here?” I ask stepping into room as Melanie bent over to pick up a pink slipper. “Oh, Scarlet.” Mel said, snapping up right like wheat free of the wind. “I’m so glad you’re here, help me find the other one?” I smiled at her flushed pink face. “Is there a reason your breaking out you best dresses to go to church?” Shaking my head, kick aside a light blue dress and pull the pink shoe free. “Sir Ian has returned home from the city.” Spoke Melanie’s helper Nora, Mrs Moore’s daughter answered while Melanie blushed a bright rosy pink. “I see, I see.” I s