Chapter One- Little Monsters
Spring has always been my favorite season.
I love new life. The forests wake up from a long slumber and return to their beautiful majesty. Woodland animals awaken aswell, embraceing the warth and comfort of the sun and their new offspring. They feel less weighted down by heavy winter coats, now shed. A certain joy is felt when this special time of the year arrives.
I am not spring though. I am winter. I bring death, not life. Many agree with me. They can't talk anymore but legends of me writh villages into a halting fear. A fear so intense that it has lasted centuries, stories of the monster that brings destruction and sickness wherever it goes. They cower every night in fear of the monster, the winter, the cold, the death.
I kill, as most predators do, on instinct. That is my spring. The only joy that I will ever encounter in the cursed life I live. It is like a drug leaving me wanting more spring. I adore it.
I am the winter,
and I love the spring.
"Elizabeth, leave that poor thing alone." Elizabeth looked over her shoulder at her mother filling the car up with gas. She waited until she went back to what she was doing and did the same. Elizabeth had a little moth's wings between her pointer and thumb finger. She smiled as she ripped the wings off of the unlucky creature. It's body floated down onto the pavement of the sidewalk.
Her mother and her were at the gas station around for miles. They were on vacation in the small village Bowden in Scotland. Elizabeth's mother was left at the altar again, this time by Joey Alexander her boyfriend of two years.
A few weeks after this, her mother decided that they needed some "family time away from the states." Elizabeth smiled at her mother's mid life crisis.
She looked up at the street lamp above her. Tiny moths fluttered about it as if it was the answer to all of their problems, if to just get inside of it. Elizabeth walked back to the car while, discreetly, putting the moth wings into the pocket of her sundress. She got into the backseat and buckled herself into her car seat.
She glanced at the dashboard while her mother got in herself and smiled. 9:43 p.m. Joey is probably dead by now, if her calculations were correct.
That will teach him for making her have to go on this pointless trip. She giggled, blonde curls bouncing. Her mother turned to face her and smiled. "Yes sweetie, this is going to be fun. We don't need him to be happy." "No mother," Elizabeth thought "We certainly don't."