Name: Sárika (Pet form of Hungarian Sára, meaning "noble lady, princess.")
Age: 19
Height: five foot five
Born: 25th May 1594 Died: 30th April 1612
Servant to Countess Elizabeth Bathory and was one of the last victims of the "Blood Countess."
30th April 1612,
Introduction: (Its short, I apologize)
"Kérjük, nem fogom megmondani, én esküszöm" (Please, I won't tell anyone, I swear.) Sárika begged and pleaded as she was chained to a large stone slab. Her wrists were already bloody and raw from her struggling so much. "Kérem!" (Please!)
A woman in red came up beside her, reaching out and gently stroking her cheek. "Sárika, te az én kedvenc." (Sárika, you were my most favorite.)
Sárika trembled as tears of absolute fear fell from her eyes like a raging river. "Kérem, grófné, irgalmazz" (Please countess, have mercy.)
The Countess turned away from Sárika, a bittersweet smile plastered upon her beautiful face.
Slowly the countess reached for a beautiful dagger. The handle held three blood rubies, which lay upon a sea of black and gold. The blade held a wicked gleam as it reflected the dim candle light.
Sárika struggled more and more as she caught the glint of light that reflected from the daggers shinny blade.
"Kisasszony legyen szíves! Kérjük, irgalmazz! Esküszöm, soha nem fog beszélni, amit láttam!" (Mistress please! Please have mercy! I swear I will never speak of what I have seen!)
The Countess only smiled as she turned back around to face Sárika, the blade balanced just perfectly in her hand. "Igazad van, akkor soha nem fog beszélni, amit látott," (You are right, you will never speak of what you have seen.)
The countess took the blade and cut Sárika's arm open. She screamed bloody murder at the top of her lungs. The dagger dug in deep cutting the skin as though it were butter.
Sárika's screams gave the countess a great deal of pleasure. But it was bittersweet. The Countess did indeed see Sárika as her most favorite servant.
But she had seen the Countesses dark side, and she could not allow Sárika to live.
The blood poured out of Sárika's arm and slowly began to fill up the golden chalice that the countess now held.
Sárika watched in horror as the countess drank her blood. The cries of pain and the taste of blood was absolute bliss for the Countess.
She flinched as the countess cupped her face and began petting her hair. Her cries of pain and horror still left her mouth as the countess tried to calm Sárika. "Ígérem Sárika, vége lesz hamarosan. Nem fogsz szenvedni sokáig," (I promise Sárika, it will be over soon. You will not suffer much longer.)
"Kérlek ... kérlek kedvese. Én soha nem mondtam senkinek," (Please...please mistress. I would never have told anyone.) The countess nodded as she continued to comfort the sobbing girl before her.
Then slowly reached for the now bloody dagger "Nincs" (no.) Sárika sobbed softly shaking her head, begging and pleading that the Countess whom she had been so faithful to would grant her mercy.
But the Countess's eyes held that menace, while her face remained sincere. Slowly she raised the dagger, causing Sárika to scream once more before the dagger slit her throat.
Her hands twitched and her body shook as she lay dying. Now the Countess paid no heed to her. She collected Sárika's blood and poured it into a bronze bathtub.
The last thing Sárika saw was the countess bathing in her blood. Before her eyes closed, the Countess Elizabeth Bathory uttered two simple words.
Búcsú Sárika
(Farewell Sárika)