I'd always seen myself a certain way, as a good and loving daughter, a girl who enjoyed reading and laying on the grass staring up at the sky. A simple and good person. But this world is cruel to simple, good people. In the year 1674 I was sentence to death. The people I grew up with, laughed and cried with the people I shared precious memories with, abandoned me, scorned me, called me horrible things and laughed as I died. But the thing about death is... It's not always permeant! But theirs would be. Their death's would be a long bloody nightmare! ----- Scarlet Grey was betrayed and abandoned by those she thought would always stand by her. So when the opportunity for vengeance is presented to her by a devilishly handsome stranger, she takes it and with it she became the eternal companion of an insane ancient vampire... Evan Evers. And sometimes... Insanity's contagious!
View MoreVibrant 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-pity or pride or maybe even the lack of either but I could not, would not cry, not me and most certainly not for them.
But the thought of those steps... 526, steps between my life and death made rather morbid food for thought. When was it I began counting? Was it the day of the trail? Or the many times I'd stopped in front of that tree to admire its uniqueness, its towering grace, that empty spot where hanging leaves should have been and walked to this building, down the rickety old stairs through the dim corridor to this cell, was it then?
Who knows, who even cares! The silly musings of a girl commended to death.
I'd come here many times in my short life to pray with my father, for the soul of the criminal who ended up in this very cell, third from the entrance... death row. The night before their inevitable death he always prayed for the soul of whoever ended up here, in this dark place on this lonely path to deaths embrace. Ironic, he was nowhere to be found tonight, when his own daughter sat waiting to die. Maybe, he had no prays offer. Maybe his shame had somehow made praying for my soul unnecessary. Question is when I was gone who'd pray his.
I'd had hope when I was first brought here. Hope, that someone would come and save me regardless of my crimes. That at least one person would take my side, because I'm sure I wasn't the only one that he'd done this to. I'd assumed the people who I grown up with and lived with. The people I'd spoken to everyday of my life, shared precious moments with, would stand by me once they knew the truth. But in the end no one cared about my side of the story, there was only one thing that mattered them.
Scarlet Grey daughter of the town Sheriff had killed her best friends' brother, the end!
At the trial Beth Jones, the baker's daughter was the only one to lower her head in shame when everything went to hell as I tried to speak my truth. Tried and failed, silenced by men who claimed to uphold justice. Justice for who?
The whole town was up in arms about how unjust it was that an innocent young man's life had been taken far too soon. They called me horrible things, spat at me, and threw rotten vegetables. I was condemned while that bastard was praised as a saint. They turned on me, all of them, even my parents!
My mother cared a lot about her image, I suppose it was understandable she'd come from nothing and by chance and her modest good looks she married well. My father was the former Mayor's second son so while he didn't inherit the family title, he did receive a lot of money when his father died.
He's older brother, my uncle James, didn't last long as Mayor though, two years into his service he was replaced by a wealthy landowner name Michael Redford with his wealth and connections he'd held the title for more than 10 years now.
The people here worshiped the ground he walked on, Mayor Redford had big plans for our little settlement and God help anyone who got in the way.
The Mayor was a man who always got what he wanted, he was ruthless in any endeavour, and he taught he's children to be the same way. Michael Redford had raised the monster that was Michael Gael Redford Junior, the beast whose death had led to my own.
Alone, I allowed myself to feel nothing but a searing hatred for those who'd wronged me.
How dare they ignore my suffering! How dare they smile at me, praise me for being a wonderful young lady then turn their back on me, laugh at my pain, spit on me, condemn me for defending myself against a predator! And my parents were the worst of them all, spineless, selfish creatures!
"How could you do this to me, I'll never be able to show my face again. You've brought shame upon our family. You! You useless girl! Why didn't you think about us? Michael Redford will never let this go, my life here is over. Stupid girl!" My mother's words rang in my mind clear as the church bell during Sunday mass.
But more horrible than her words were the look of sheer contempt in her eyes when she said them, I would have preferred it if she'd slapped me instead. I've never had a warm relationship with my mother and not for lack of trying on my part. It's just everything about me seemed to rub her the wrong way and no matter what I did to gain her approval, earn her love, it was never enough. I understood then that not once in the woman's life did, she view me as her child. I was just an object, to be polished and used for the betterment of her life. I was a failure to her, and this was the final nail in the coffin. When it became clear that she would finally be free of me, Marie Alice Grey seemed almost happy, her reputation would be ruined but I don't think that really matter to her. It was me she'd had the real problem with, I'd found out only moments before my trial that the woman who gave birth to me couldn't care less whether I lived or died.
From the very beginning, my life held no meaning to her, and cruel woman she was, she made sure I knew it. While she screamed her head off about her reputation and how father was so disappointed in me, she told me with her eyes that she was glad to finally be rid of me. Just the thought of those cold eyes drove me mad. So mad in fact that the emotion caused me to lose my breath and compelled me to violence as such I threw my only cup of water against the bars of this infernal cage.
"Careful," A voice, smooth as silk spoke from within the shadows. There was no light down here, the light provided by candles burning above only illuminated these damned stairs, that come sun raise would take me to my death.
Which begged the question as to how someone got in here without me or the guard upstairs noticing them. "You could take somebody's eye out." I glared at into the darkness in front me trying to see the owner of the voice.
"Scarlet, was it?" Male, the voice was male, yet even as I gained that information my eyes could still not penetrate the darkness that he had somehow moulded himself into.
"Who are you? How did you get in here?" I bit out. Had the mayor grown impatient? Had he sent someone to finish me off earlier than expected? Is that why my father had not come to pray for me?
Because no one was to be around while I was tortured to death, alone in dark by some strange man, whose face I could not even see.
"Ha. Relax, I'm not here to hurt to you." Amused he stepped forward, right up to the bars of my cell. As if to force me to appreciate him in all his unnatural glory.
And glorious he was!
The most beautiful person I had ever seen, almost 7'f tall with shoulder length dark brown hair, pale skin and glowing green eyes yet what drew me to them was not the vibrance of their colour but the golden ring around the iris. I lowered my gaze to his full pink lips and strong jaw line. He was gorgeous, unnaturally so and even in the absence of light I knew irrational as it may seem that he was not human.
"As much as I like being admired by a beautiful lady, you and I have matters to discuss." He said snapping me of my trance and I could feel a small blush creep up my neck to my cheeks from shyness or fear, I know not. But if he wanted to talk to me, maybe the major didn't send him, whatever he was. I nodded numbly giving him my full attention, he accents screamed English even if it was light, covered by years spent in the America. His voice was also strangely familiar like I've heard it somewhere before, though I'm sure I've never met him before. It was that voice and gentle tone that soothed my racing heart, calming the rage enough for me actually listen to what he'd come to say.
Slowly tracing the old bars of the cell with one long elegant finger, he spoke softly. "I have a proposition for you, sweet Scarlet?"
Blinding anger and disgust flared inside me at that sickening pet name. "Don't call me that!" I all but scream at him. Michael called me that, he'd called me that as long as I'd known him, even as he lay dying, coking on his own blood, he'd call me 'sweet Scarlet.'
The creature before me did not react to my outburst, he didn't even glance in the direction of the stairs to check if the noise had summoned the guard upstairs but even then, those glowing animal eyes told me I should not yell at him again.
"Do not interrupt me again!" He spoke softly and with no emotion but the warning and its unspoken promise of a swift and painful punishment, did not go unnoticed. Instinct told me, screamed for me to back away. To flee, put distance between myself and the strange creature that had come to visit me, on my journey to the gallows. I ignored those instinct that would have kept me alive in any other situation and I forced myself to remain still.
"May I continue?" His tone had returned to normal, calm and very polite. As if he had not just threatened me. Threated me with what, I did not know, and I was not inclined to find out. As if the moment before had be nothing but dream I nod taking a deep breath to trying to ease my racing heart.
"Do you wish to die Scarlet?" He asked looking entirely serious as if he had not just asked me the most moronic question in the world. Who wishes to die?
If I met such a person, I wondered if they would be willing to take my place. But I was not so lucky as to even dream of such things. I almost screamed at him again, for asking such a stupid question but I was still locked in placed from his last reaction to one of my outbursts.
"Of course, I don't want to die! What kind of question is that?" I spoke slowly and softly taking care with my tone. Lest he reaches through the bars and kills me early.
Do I want to die? Is he crazy? The frustration almost caused me to scream again, to do something, anything with all this rage burning inside me. I resisted the urge, taking slow deep breaths before I spoke again.
"I never planned this, I don't want this, but it is the card fate dealt me. It was my pain and suffering or his death. I chose me! I will always choose me." His eyes held no pity or sympathy not for me and not for my would-be rapist. Good, I didn't need or want that.
"Yes, you don't seem the type. I apologise for my crude question." He slowly placed his forearms through the bars, leaning into them he knotted he's long slender fingers.
"How would you feel if I offered you, way to cheat death?" What??
"A way for you to live and exact your revenge? A deal of a lifetime. Would you be open to something like that, Scarlet?"
A deal of a lifetime? A way to cheat death. What the hell was he on about now?
This is crazy I must be hallucinating or something. Had my terror manifested into this; a beautiful creature willing to give me everything I wanted, everything I needed. I continued to stare at him confused and afraid, tilting my head this way and that to confirm whether or not he was real or a trick of the dark. What would you do when a handsome stranger offers you everything you want?
"What do you get out of this deal?" I edged closer to the bars that kept me captive. Closer to him!
"I will give you the power to destroy this pathetic little town and all its inhabitants!" His beautiful eyes burned with anger, while the rest of his face was expressionless the contrast was shocking. If he could give me the power, why did he need me? I watched him trying to see if this was all a sick joke, some lunatic playing on me but if he was lying then he very good at. Because he gave nothing away.
"The choice is yours, minimus." He then handed me a small glass vile filled with a thick red liquid. "Drink this before the guards come to take you. Before sun rise. Do you understand?" I could not respond; I was so unsure. Could I trust this strange who was clearly not human. Could I just take the vile and ignore everything he hadn't said? He'd given me no real answers at all. Not to why he was here or why he couldn't use this power himself. Why he'd chosen me as the method to vent his anger on the town.
"Do you understand Scarlet? Answer me!" He demanded, grabbing hold of my arm and pulling me towards him. He smelled of earth and cold and strangely enough, the sea. "Yes." The words spilled from my lips in midst of my confusion. What did I just agree too?
Faster than I could blink he slide his grip from my upper arm to my left hand never taking his eyes off mind. "Know, that once you do this, there's no going back!" he stated. Glanced down at our joined hands, his clean and strong while mine were covered in dirt and filth. Small and fragile human hands. "The choice is yours; will you die for them and their twisted view of what is right and just? Or will you live?" Uncoupling our hands, I stare down at the vile he'd tucked into my palm.
"Before morning!" his smooth voice echoed inside my head and when looked up he was gone, as he had ridden the shadows to entry, so he used them to leave. Certain I was alone, I sat down on the straw matter against the wall of my cell and stared at the red swirling liquid in the vile thinking about everything he said.
How was this tiny glass vile no bigger than a finger going to save me from death's embrace? So many questions, so many thoughts past through my mind as I sat alone in the dark, trying to decide whether or not to trust this creature.
I searched my memory over and over again, but I was sure I had never seen him before. This was but a town in the middle of almost nowhere, a stranger appearing in a town like this would have stirred up quite the commotion among the town's gossipmongers.
Another otherworldly traveller perhaps? No, that's much too close to my grandmother's tales of fairies and magic. He was no fairy! That man was a creature of the night. He moved in the shadows and like the devil, offered you everything you could ever desire!
He'd come to me, in my moment of weakness and offered my salvation. It was then that I realized I believed him, I believed that within this tiny vile lies my salvation. Life instead of death, and it was not an opportunity I would pass up.
They would not kill me, these people I'd called friend and neighbour would not commend me and praise that bastard the major called son. No! I'd kill them. I'd claim justice for myself.
My decision had been made; I drank the red liquid. It was extremely bitter and metalic, like I'd had spent the day sucking on a copper coin. Once I'd emptied the vile, I waited for whatever unnatural occurrence was supposed to save my life. I waited and waited for hours but nothing happened.
Then, I caught fire, everything inside of me was burned. My blood boiled, organs scorched, and my brain turned to mush. I'd never experienced anything like it, I wanted to cry out, scream for help. But I knew, even as I cooked from within, no one up there would come and help me! I was alone in my suffering as I had always been.
Silently I struggled, allowing whatever magic or power that strange infernal liquid had to fully run its course. To burn me, inside out! I gave myself entirely to the fire and the heat overcame my senses and when the only thing I felt was pain, I blacked out. The next time I woke, it had been to banging of my cell door, it was time. They'd come to take me!
Barely managing to open my eye's, I glanced up at the men entering the cell. Thankfully the pain had gone, leaving me cold and completely numb, so numb I could not move or speak. The prefect rag doll for the Mayor's men to drag to the hangman's rope, or at least I think it will be rope. Death by hanging or death by the executioner's axe, the method itself mattered little to me. But now that I thought about it, death by axe would be quicker if not messier but as long as the weapon was not blunt, I would at least have a quick death.
Death! What a dreary concept. Truth is, I felt so empty inside, it was like I was already dead. Whatever that liquid had done to me, it hollowed me out changing me into something new. But the process felt incomplete, there was a final step I seemed to missing. How did I know that?
"Move, murderer!" The tallest of the two yelled in my ear, yanking my limp body off the cold floor and slamming me into the corner wall bang the side of my head against the bars. I was so numb, so empty that I could be bothered to even glare him. It was also due to this numbness that I could not feel any pain even as I watched my bright red blood make its journey down the dirty metal bars. Totally transfixed by its colour, how it seemed to glow in the dark, how I could see it with the utmost clarity even though it was about an inch from my face. Strange!
"Let's go!" The tall man shouted again pulling me from the bars he'd slammed me into, the sudden movement making my head spin.
It was only when world stopped turning that I noticed that they'd bound my hands.
They marched me out of the cell, veered us to the left and then proceeded to push me up the stairs into the blinding morning light and the bastard did not forget to slam me into every sharp corner and piece of furnishing he could find.
Again, I felt nothing, not the pain from the bruises I'm sure were developing, not the blood trickling down my face not the cold ground beneath my bare feet. Nothing at all!
Nothing except the light or at least I think I could feel the light. It stung my eyes, burned them even but caused no pain.
And there they were, the town's people, all gather around that tree. As soon as they saw me, the idle crowd turned rabid. "Whore." They screamed, turning around to leer and stare at me, pushing each other to get a word in. "Let justice has prevail!" Someone yelled, as I was pushed further and further into the sea of people.
Not 30 steps from where I stood in the middle of this crowd traitors and silent victims of the same predator. I could see it, swaying softly in the earlier morning breeze... a rope, perfectly twisted together and hooped at the end. Death by hanging, it seemed!
The mayor was a cruel man, he wanted me to suffer before I died. The old bastard wanted to watch me struggle, watch me crawl at my throat like an animal if I even had that option. He wanted to watch and enjoy my execution to the fullest and he would enjoy it. Seeing me struggle to breath then be crushed by my own weight helpless and terrified.
"Murderer!" They shouted, pushing and clawing at my arms and face. These were the real faces of my neighbours, these ugly, smug smiling faces. Leering and laughing at me as I moved between them.
20 steps now. Passed my so-called friends, passed my supposedly distraught mother whose cold eyes conveyed her genuine happiness at my demise. We moved beyond her, then towards the mayor who stood proud in front of the crowd. 13 steps left, just that 13 steps left in my life. My whole body stared to tremble in fear, in rage I did not know. Just beyond him was my father, he stood behind that horrible man with tears swimming in his eyes. Tears he would not allow to fall. This would be the Mayor's cruellest trick of all... in my father hands was the other end of that god forsaken rope.
My own father was to be my executioner!
I would have laughed if I were able maybe even cried if I could form the necessary emotion, if I could truly experience the feelings running through me. But even as that single tear rolled down my cheek, all I felt was numb. "Bring her! Every moment she draws breath, is an insult to my son's memory!" The mayor bellowed silencing the crowd.
It would have been a nice sort of peace if it weren't for those steps.
12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!
Standing on the raised platform as they placed the noose around my neck, I could think of nothing but my revenge...
Looking at the crowd through the strands of my light brown hair with the mayor read his verdict once again. I looked them all dead in the eye and promised them individually, silently, how painfully their deaths would be, how alone and terrified they'd be when they saw me again.
Some had the good sense to flinch or look away. Most did not! In the shade of the jail house shadow stood the strange creature who'd visited me last night. He stood perfectly still, arms crossed, and face half hidden in shadow. But his eyes, bright as emeralds sparkling in the light spoke of the great and terrible things we'd do together!
"Do you have any last words?" My father asked. Father? Was he even worth of the name, the coward who'd come to kill his only child, I could not say, Mother certainly wasn't!
They were my parents the people who gave me life, my own flesh and blood and here they are taking that life away.
The mayor smirked as if expecting me to beg for my life, but his opinion did not matter. He'd get his just like the rest of them. Do I have something to say? I think I do.
My mouth was dry, and my throat wasn't any better, but I would say my piece. I'd tried explaining once before, that didn't help. So, I would not explain, nor would I beg.
Instead, I loosened my jaw stared the mayor dead in the eye with all the fury I never realized I was capable of and told him, "Wait!"
Genuine fear passed through his eyes. In that moment logic escaped him, he'd forgotten I was bound and ready to be executed. He foresaw his death at my hand, and it terrified him. Gasps echoed around us.
"How dare you." The tall man behind me struck me with the back of his hand and still I did not feel the pain of the slap.
Having regained himself, an evil smile spread across his face, and I smiled right back.
"Kill her." He told his executioner. Someone kick the platform out beneath me, and I was pulled into the air. Free for second and suffocating the next, I was right, I struggled. Fought with everything in me for the air my father now denied me. I crawled at the rope with bound my hands, fought against the burning in chest and when the black spots started to appear in my vision, I knew I had no more fight left.
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. The last sunrise of my life. Not a bad view at all!
"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
"Oh dear Lord." Mary our housekeep grasped behind me. I'd heard her coming, summoned by my tears as she always had been. Mary was hard woman, a widow who'd lost her only child to the fever that had swept through town decades ago. Mary and I had a strange relationship, she was who I should have turned to for motherly advise or comfort considering my own mama was so lacking in that department. But Mary wore her pain in a phyiscal way, as if she cloaked herself in her grief years ago and now simply did not know how to live without carrying her shroud of pain everywhere she went. I tried to get close her, to know her and love her but she would let me and I, I was tried of trying to love mothers who would not and in Mary's case could not love me back. Turning my head towards her, I realised I was not mad at her, like I was at everyone else. She was not there, she did come to cheer for my death nor did she come to speak for my character either, though that would have done little good as it
How dare he! Coward. Fool. How dare he to do this me. Steal yet another thing from me. After everything he’d done to me, his only child. Man’s cruelty truly does know no bounds. My fathers cruelty followed me into my immortal life as it had in my human one. The man had once again found a way stab me in the back, and twist the knife in even further. In mere seconds the ground had shifted beneath my feet, all my newly acquired power and superhuman strength failed me. I found myself frozen on the floor, fists clenched and stunned to silence staring up at my father in muted horror and something akin to total frustration as he swayed gently in the air. He’d hung himself. Like he’d hung me. The most God fearing man I knew killed himself. I couldn’t even bring myself to laugh that the irony. He must have thought it was so poetic to kill his child then himself the exact same way. The man must have been sick in the head. A gaping hole seems to have opened up in my chest, no emotion p
Home.Large, compared to the other houses around this part of town. A size my mother could be proud of, brag to her ‘friends’ about and lord over the other ladies at church.It smelled different and yet exactly the same. Or maybe it was me who was different, so much had changed in so little time. In all of three days I was assaulted, tried and executed, then reborn as an immortal creature of the night. A blood drinking vampire, who had taken the long way home, to kill my parents, who’d actively participated in my murder.Life sure did come full circle.The walk over helped cool my head, smother the once boiling rage to a bubbling simmer, I felt I could think clearly now.Decide, what I am to do with these people who brought me into this world without my consent, and thought their part in my creation was reason enough to take my life away. As if my very existence was merely a whim, a novelty they’d grown tired of clothing and feeding, parading around town to sell off to the highest bidd
Home. It smelled different and yet exactly the same. Large, compared to the other houses around this part of town. A size my mother could be proud of, brag to her ‘friends’ about and lord over the other ladies at church. I had taken the long way to get here, the walk over helped cool my head some and with the once boiling rage now a bubbling simmer, I felt I could think clearly. Decide what I am to do with these people who brought me into this world without my consent, and thought their part in my creation was reason enough to take my life away. I always knew my mother was a lost cause, I’d thought the fact that she too is a woman would be enough for her to side with me, her only child. I was wrong of course, but her betrayal had been the expected one. My father on the other hand was everything to me. My protected and my friend, the man I compared all others to and found them wanting. His was the betrayal that cut the deepest, from his wounds have I bleed the most. The rage burned
The second Melanie swung the door open and I saw the Mayor Redford my reaction surprised even me. I burst out laughing. Loud belly twisted laughter fill the space. Evan, strange and deadly creature he was, had a marvellous sense of humour. He’d strung the Mayor up like a pig on the spit. Wiggling no stop on his stomach like a worm, hands and feet tied together and bound to each other behind his back and he yelled into the make shift gag Evan had fashioned for him. It was truly a sight I would not forget for a long while. Nor was the rage that rushed forward the moment our eyes met. In less than a second I was inside the study -the same study us girls were never I allowed to even look into- staring down at the man who sentenced me to death. "Good evening, Mayor Redford." Smiling sweetly down at him I offer my greetings. "Have you missed me?" I asked gleefully watching terror fill he's swollen red face. Evan calmly tossed Melanie into an armchair before s
Melanie went completely still. She thought I was serious, that she could survive if she killed her own father. I have never been more disgusted with human beings than I have in the last 3 days. It seems there is not one good person among any of my so called God fearing neighbours. How could I have been so naive. So blind to the true faces of everyone I'd ever known. Was I really that oblivious to the world around me and the monsters who paraded as people in it. I had became a creature of the night come to exact revenge on the wrongs of man.But was it really my place to do so?Did it make me just like them, that I was had stained my hands with there filthy blood, that I let them pollute my blood with hatred and pain. Should I not have left judgement to God? Doubt crept in, freezing me in place staring glassy eyed at Melanie Redford the girl I tricked myself into thinking was my friend, who I knew and trusted. "I- I d-d" Her pale lips trembled fumbling o
The sound of her scream tore at my ear drums, so sensitive was my hearing her scream of terror brought not delightful amusement but pure torture. Reaching out I slapped my hand over her mouth so hard Melanie fell over a wimpering mess from the impact. But at least she stopped screaming. Then the air charged; became alive as ominous laughter filled the room, a clear deep seductive sound traveled through the space and caressed my skin like the a whisper of a kiss. As if to say; 'Forgot me, didn't you?' I had. I'd come upstairs to find Melanie and he'd gone off to do Lord knows what, downstairs. I just hope he didn't kill the Mayor. That self righteous bastard was...Mine! Melanie ceased her wailing at the sound of his laughter. A deer frozen in the presence of a wolf. Barely breathing she slowly tilted her head back to catch a glimpse of the creature behind her. The second she saw him, her racin
He’s sinister smirk and dark eyes filled to the brim with he’s horrible twisted desires forever branded itself in my mind. I tried to slap him again but he was ready for it this time, Michael simply knocked my arm away, gripped my shoulder pulled me forward before slamming me back in to the ground, the force of the impact stole my breath and had my vision swimming with black spots. Numbness settled over me, it was all I could do to breathe, to stay awake. The bastard flipped my skirts up, and started unbuttoning his pants. I had to stop this, I had to move to do something. Moving my fingers through over the forest floor I felt around in the dirt for anything to save myself with. I only found a small stick, no longer than a dinner fork but sharp enough to cut my fingers on. Hope bloomed in my chest, I could stop him, I would stop him. "Don't worry Scarlet it will only hurt a little bit. And when you die, I promise that I'll make it, quick and painless." he
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