The fate of a goddess.
In the pitch of black called darkness a scream rang through the forest. Lightning shot through the sky and thunder boomed strongly shaking the earth to its core. This was the night that evil lurked, the marker of a new time. All taking place in the middle of the forest in a small cottage where no one can hear the blood curdling screams from within.
Through the window dark figures roam freely, lurking in the darkness. When the light of a lightning bolt lit the scene the figures disappeared. The shadows were a mass of black all but the rusty red color of what seemed to be eyes and the white row of what seemed to be teeth in a twisted mouth. Two of these twisted mouthy figures made way through the home of what used to be a happy family.
Three figures were in the farthest room of the cottage. A man standing guard over a woman and a young child, all were trembling in fear of the two figures making their way towards them. They were trapped like mice waiting for the cats to pounce. The only escape in the room was a small window close to the door, should they try? The child and mother at least should be able to make it right?
"Dear, hurry take our child through the window. Go now quickly before they come." the man whispered quickly and harshly to the woman. He stood steady, as steady as he could from the fear, while his wife and child made their way towards the window. The child was up on the sill when a voice spoke next to the woman's ear, "And where do you think you're going." one of the figures grabbed her from behind yanking her away from the child. The other grabbed the father and smashed his head into the wall.
"We're going to have a little bit of fun." he removed the mans face from the wall and threw him to the floor. The one holding the woman threw her to the floor next to the man. They looked at each other, sadness in their eyes they knew what was coming. They whispered to each other I love you before the woman was turned to her stomach and propped up on all fours. The man was forced to sit up to watch what was about to happen.
Screaming at the top of her lungs the woman was roughly pounded into from behind being ripped and torn causing agonizing pain to come to her. Her husband cried for her, never in all his life would he want his love to be tortured the way she was being tortured. With tears streaming down his face he looked to the window and saw his daughter of seven staring frozen to the spot. He cried harder for his child who watched her mother and who may have a similar fate if they notice her. Pleading with his eyes for her to go through the window, she looked at him scared and unknowing of what to do. He mouthed to her "run" and "I love you". The figure holding the man then proceeded to stick his fingers under the jaw bone of her father pulling his head from his body.
With tears in her eyes she did what her father told her, falling out of the window with a thud she got to her feat and started to run. Suddenly a crash sounded behind the girl as her mothers body collided with her small one. Her mother was alive but broken. She looked at her daughter. Bringing her closer to her body standing with the young child she started to run, feeling no pain, only the need of keeping her daughter safe. They were behind them and it seemed that they got closer to them every time she blinked. Then after three blinks of her blue eyes they caught her mother by the hair. "you should know that running is useless."
They yanked her hair bringing her back down to the ground with her daughter. The woman whispered to her young child, "Run, run as fast as you can and don't stop. Don't stop until you're in town run to the castle and beg for help. Now go, don't stop!" she pushed her. The high pitched laughter of the tow men, the shadows of nightmares sounded like nails on a chalk board to the young girl as she took full flight from her mother. Only knowing that the screaming suddenly stopping meant that her mother was no longer of the living. All she could think of is "please some one save me" as she closed her eyes from the burning sensation of her legs she suddenly stopped. She fell abruptly feeling as though she had run into a wall.
"You called for me?" spoke a deep baritone voice. She looked all she could see was orange on top of a set of tall red clad legs. Then suddenly the figure stooped down extending a large hand towards her. She seemed to fit in his palm he brought her to his face. She looked at him, scared but of the figures behind her not of the man holding her. She looked at his face and saw eyes like molten rock behind orange glass. They were strange, cold, scary, but the safest pair of eyes she could look at. In a small voice she said "save me, make them hurt as they hurt me. Please." the smile that came up on his face could only be that of a maniac.
The two men came to a stop as they came close to the girl with the man. They looked at him and laughed, "And who might you be?" "I am you're night mare come to life." the smile on his face only seemed to grow. He then looked at the young girl and said, "you, do what your mother told you. No matter what don't you dare turn around, I shall not be showing you of all people my true self." he set her down and motioned for her to run, she obeyed.
Turning to the two he grinned his grin again, "Nosferatu would know their place, lowly beasts of your nature should not know the light of the moon. So, gentlemen, say one last goodbye." the shadows showed signs of disgust then stormed to attack the man in red. The toothy smile grew and grew almost seeming to cut his head in half with a row of teeth. It seemed those teeth grew long and sharp and the night grew darker and darker. Then as if the whole world was engulfed in darkness the two stopped dead in their tracks. They froze in fear, what would happen to them? Then from thin air a huge eye with a blood red iris opened in front of them, and a detached voice spoke to them. "We're going to have a little bit of fun."
Victoria, ran. The little girl of seven had been running for hours. Only adrenaline drove her. Fear that the man in red had missed one of those monsters and it was coming for her. She ran strait to the castle in town banging at the giant wooden doors. Slowly they opened and revealed a young man with pale skin and white hair. He looked at the girl with indifference and took her in. He took her to the man of the household presenting her to him. Here is where her story ended and began. Recounting everything that had happened that night and how the man in red saved her from a fate worse than death. Not knowing that her words of the man struck fear into all those that heard, fear of a demon coming to take his thrown.
"Take this girl and lock her in a room. She brings word of our death she shall no longer see the light of day!" the lord of the castle screamed. "Father, please let me have her. I do need a new slave maybe even a toy when she's old enough." "Do as you please she is not to leave this castle maybe if the man left her alive she can keep us from harm." "Yes father. You did say that man has never let any one live. Maybe this child can be the key to a victory for us." everyone thought hard and decided that the child who was saved by the beast should be the key to their safety. "Please don't keep me locked away, I wish to see the man who saved me I want to be with him please." a resounding slap across the young girls features was heard, she cried in pain. " If you wish to keep your life you will never speak of him in a loving manner. You belong to me now and will obey me." and so she was beat every night that night, to remind her of whom she belonged.
Two years have passed since the day her family was massacred. Victoria sat in a small room, barren of any furniture but a chair and a small cot. The girl now nine sat silently, not moving for fear of brushing one of her many bruises against anything. The door to her room opened revealing a man with white hair. "Victoria, do you still wait for the man in red?" she said nothing. "girl, I have a present for you. I will show you that the man you wait for is nothing!" roughly the man grabbed Victoria by her golden hair and dragged her outside to the twilight. "As the sun sets this fine day we shall be ridding the world of a plague the dark lord will die this evening and all of you shall bare witness!" the lord of the castle screamed at the people of the town. Victoria was thrown to the ground in front of the stage where a man in red with molten eyes stood.
"You, you came. You've come I new you would!" Victoria screamed at the maniac smiling. He said nothing, and she didn't need to hear a word from him. As he grinned at her she smiled, a smile almost as crazy as his. "Victoria, seeing as how it is your anniversary of coming to us a shall grant you a wish on this day, after we behead this man." the lord spoke to her. "His head." Victoria said. "I want to have his head after you've cut it off. Nothing more." The lord thought she was crazy, but he would grant her abnormal wish. "So be it."
As the axe came down Victoria and the man with molten eyes never broke eye contact each smiling like a lunatic. Even as the head detached from the body their eyes never left each other and the smile never left. She walked up to the mans body and retrieved her prize. She carried the head of the man with her to her room where she held it close to her. Even in sleep she held tightly to the head.
When the girl woke the next day the head was gone. She was not sad, she new that it would not be there when she woke. But he had come for her, not to take her, but to let her know that he was there watching. And she knew that one day he would take her away from this place. She would just have to be patient until then.