The temperature has certainly dropped in the house. Walking over to the fire place, I notice that there’s no wood. I turn to grab wood when I see that my surroundings have changed. I’m no longer in my home, but in my old home. It’s hard to see through the village of ashes. The walls are no longer a pure white. They are stained with a grey filth. I turn back to what was my fireplace to see Elizabeth, nearly nine years of age, and I sitting at the table we used to share meals with our family. I’m teaching her how to sketch. A tear swells and I blink to let the blood droplet fall to the floor.
When I look up the image of me is gone and my little Elizabeth is walking towards me. My arms start to reach out to her when she stops. Her eyes have flames in them as she screams. Her dirt tinted skin starts to glow a bright yet angry orange. She is on fire. I can’t bare to watch this. Not again. I cover my eyes with the inside of my elbow to block the roaring heat from my face. She ceases to scream when I remove my arm to look at her. I raise my right hand to her scorched cheek and lightly bring my finger to her chin. Where I touched started to crumble away. Then the rest of her head, shoulders, legs, arms, and the rest of her torso.
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As I bow I sense something coming at me. I step slightly to the left and the piece of railing flies past me. “Do you really think you can kill me, Taelour? I hope you sleep like the dead, as mortals would say,” I say, chuckling to myself.
I turn to the girl who is still very wide-eyed and shaking. “Let me explain to you how things are done, child,” I tell her, leading her to the living room. “Now first things first, let’s get you out of these atrocious clothes.”
I leave her sitting rigidly on the beaten down couch that is in the living area. “Stay here. You are safe now,” I tell her, trying to reassure her. She gently nods and remains in her seat. I walk out into the moonlight and over to the fourth carriage. I go into it and retrieve a large dressing gown, meant for any “visitors” that Taelour brings home. It’ll serve just as well in this situation too.
I go back to find the girl in the same place that I left her.
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I stumble out of the pub and nearly trip over my own feet. It’s Nicholas’ deathday tonight and as a little party favour, he brought in a brunette who was called Lilith. Not exactly my type. Petite, flat chested, smelled like she had just crawled out of a pile of feces that was thrown onto the streets of London. She was no fancy lady. For my deathday, I would want a tart. A sweet scented lady with some meat. The femoral artery would have more of a tender and welcoming feel.
I start to make my way home. As I’m speeding through town, I stop dead in my tracks. A thought just hit me in the melon with a shovel. “Bollocks.” I put my thumb on my left pupil and my index on my right. Kelvin returns this evening. For the love of God. What if he’s home? I haven’t cleaned up the bodies. I’m pacing. The bloody door is off the hinges! I stop pacing and start to make my way to the woods. I don’t even make one hundred steps when I stop. I tangle my fingers in my dark, damp hair and lean against a wall. My eyes are widened. “The girl!” I close my eyes. Breathe. How does deep breathing help mortals? I’m just winded now. What smells like sewage?
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Darkness surrounded me. Oxygen was just out of my reach. I felt as if I was suffocating as I gasped helplessly for the air that wasn’t coming. I tried to flail my arms but my efforts were deemed useless when they were weighted down by the soil that rested on top of me. As I continued to gasp for air, nothing but slightly dampened Earth filled my lungs. Everything I was trying to do was to no avail; I was trapped underneath the ground that I had once replenished with flowers, fruits, and vegetables. I was going to die here. This was the end.
I stopped struggling against the Earth, instead laying motionless inside of my grave. I was able to feel around enough to know that I was not inside of a coffin, but rather just soil and roots. I waited as many moments passed me by. After what felt like hours, I began to count the seconds to assure myself that I was not just imagining how much time was passing. Thirty minutes of counting had passed, and that’s when I realized that I had stopped breathing for the past twenty. How could this be? One could not survive without air in their lungs, but here I was, underground, with absolutely no need for the oxygen outside.
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I hear the horses moving around in their stables, and then I hear the snap. I walk outside the barn to see nothing but an empty field. I turn back to see her… She’s standing there just as she was that night. She sees me and I understand that look: she’s hungry. I blink. She’s right in front of me, her hands on my shoulders. She digs hard into my skin and starts to tear it away. I scream but my body is frozen; I cant move! I can’t get away, and help won’t come.
“Taelour! Help me!” I scream, but I’m already done for as she bites hard into my neck. I feel the blood ooze onto my shoulders and then onto the floor; I’m on the ground now, and she’s standing over me with that little smirk on her face. “I told you to never leave me,” she whispers softly. And then it’s over as I fade into the darkness.
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