Title: The Red Woman
Disclaimer: I do not own anything having to do with Pirates of the Caribbean, or any of its sequels or books, etc. I just own Bloody Liz.
Chapter 1: Fiction...
This...is the story of a horrible woman, the book began. It is a story of vengence, of justice, and of bloody murder. Eyes skimmed the text, and this is what it said...
Isabella Elizabeth Sanguigno was born somewhere near Sicily, to a Count Luciano Sanguigno and a young servant woman. Her father cared for her greatly but, although he treated her like a daughter, she was illegitamite...and therefore had no clame to her father's inheritence. Although just a child, this greatly angered her, because she was never treated as good as the noble children. She was denied many privileges, like a place in her father's court, and was viewed with shame by her father's priests because she was concieved through adultry and was pretty much considered a living sin. This treatment might have been cause of her slip into madness.
She had a facination with blood and the color red growing up...she loved the color, and always would wear it whenever possible. One evening She was playing, before cutting her hand, and instead of crying like a normal little girl, she watched it run down her arm with facination, and even tasted it. A nun saw her do this, and told the head priest, who went into a frenzy. She went from just being a child, to a unholy creature in seconds, and was treated as thus. Her red hair, both unnatural to most Italians or Sicilians, and viewed as a sign of a witch or devil because it was the supposed color of Judas only made matters worse. Children werent allowed to play with her...the nursemaids were afraid to hold her. She grew up with an inferiority complex because of this. She even tried to cut her red hair off, but obviously that doesn't work, and it just grew back albeit very, very slowly
Her life went downhill when witnessing her real mother, who she did not know as her mother, die for heresy. She watched from her window, but it did not effect her yet, as she had no idea who the woman was. But, then her adoptive mother took ill, and on her death bed told her that she was not her child, but that of the woman who was just killed. She snapped, as she realized that she watched them kill her own mother, and swore off her religion after that. She withdrew physically and emotionally, and was considered insane and sent away to a convent, until they viewed her as sane.
That's where history gets shady...some say that she returned one day, and out of spite and for revenge burnt and plundered the entire town she grew up in, "sentencing" all of the priests and nobles to the same death they sentenced her real mother to. She loved her father dearly, and ate with him before departing. She sailed across the Mediterranean, and up to France, where she raided coastal towns. She then made her way up to the English Channel, while travelling on the Atlantic burned many ships, and killed many people; few were safe, only children were left alive. She began to take the name "Bloody Liz".
Some say that she sold her soul to get the power to survive extreme pain and injuries, not age, and be able to tear grown men to shreds...some say she drinks their blood from goblets, some even say that has her victims drained of all their blood and will bath in it. Some also said that she used her ungodly power to sail a dark crimson ship which trails blood behind it, which sails with frightening speed and seems to appear when people mention her name. These are all rumours of course but because of them, she began to willingly take on the appearance of ademon; long filed nails, golden brown eyes, blood red hair and lips.
Black velvet covered hands crumpled the papers, tossing them over the side of the red ship.
"Enough of this nonsesence! " She exclaimed, her red lips in a twisted snarl as she threw the rest of the evidence overboard. These foolish writers...thinking they knew her! For all she knew, they probably had her paired with some dandy, in a white dress with her hair done in some elaborate english twist which made no sense to her when it came to practicallity.
The description that she read was no that far off if you think about it. She had red hair, it was dark, and it was still around if not above her shoulders. It was true that because of the hair incident during her childhood, she naturally took a long time to grow it back. It wasn't like she was one of those fictional frothy beauties who could grow it to their waist in an instant...speaking of beauty, Liz didn't lack that much if you think women with pale almost ashen skin are pretty.
Her lips were full, due to her true Italian heritage. She had quite a tan during her childhood as well, due to her heritage, but because she spent many years locked away with no sun...she lost her rich dark tan and looked like a shadow of her former self. Her formerllly full, soft and beautiful face was now gaunt, her formerly bright and heavy lidded eyes were now lined with dark rings.
It was true, her life was a privelaged one compared to the poor and unfortunate, but in her mind, it was her own hell. Her father loved her mother dearly, or so she had believed when he bedded her. Count Luciano Sanguino...yes, a Count. And she deserved the recognition and wealth that came with it! But it because of her illegitamate birth, she couldn't claim anything as her own. Where was the fairness in that?! She was glad she killed them all...
Bah! Enough with trivial pasts! Liz stood against the railing of her ship, feeling the wind in her hair, despite the cliche that that was. She was at the top of her prime! Why should she regret the gifts she was given?
"Turn around Liz..." She heard, a red brow raising, and turning around, to see a pistol pointed in her face...