My name is Jezebel Meridian Knight,
Or that is at least what I was named by the one, who turned me,
My human name is unknown to me, my past hazy the only thing I truly
Remember is the night that I was captured and the nights to follow.
Listen and read carefully to the story I am about to tell so that what happened to me does not happen to you
1843… It was a cold November night, the evening mass had finished and the village returning home. The preacher's words rang thru my head tellings of God and Heaven the Devil and Hell. Deciding to take the short way to the farm because of the cold I head down the darkened forest path only a lantern lighting my way, The trail was familiar and I had walked many times on it so it did not seem of a problem, quickly I made it near the edge of the woods my house in plain view, Out of nowhere a hand grabs my hair and pulls me back into the dark forest. Before I could scream the hand covers my mouth and trips me. I fell face first into the snow, I could feel the back of my dress being ripped open as cold air breezes over my bare skin, I tried to struggle and scream but the grip on
My face and neck was far to strong, The thing chuckled at my attempts as something sharp dragged down my back cutting me open, the hand slowly moved away so I could scream finally "Please I have no money… let me go please" I sobbed tears running down my face "Money…dear…child…means…nothing…to…me" It whisper slowly into my ear, "You have something far more valuable that I want." It let out a long sadistic laugh,
Those where the last words I heard out of the person's mouth before I felt a sharp
Pain on the back of my head and I blanked out…
Some time later not sure how long I woke up my head throbbing with a headache,
Vision blurred. I tried stretching out my sore stiff arms to try and rub away the
Pain in my head but my arms were locked in place, shaking off the dizzy feeling my sight returned slowly, and what I saw would burn itself into my memory forever.
Chains hooked onto the walls, shackles, and blood almost everywhere on the walls
The floor some parts dried and crusted to a brownish color, other parts wet, and fresh
You could smell the coppery scent all around. But the worst of all was the body of a lady in front of me she looked freshly dead, blood was still trickling from deep gashes down her almost bare naked body into a large metal bucket under her feet, her throat partly
Ripped away only hanging by pieces of tendons and skin. I threw up the sick feeling of realization sunk in this could be me son enough. When I collected myself I screamed till my throat was raw and it hurt too much to continue. I shook in fear the shackles rattling,
And I sunk into a deep shock.
Upstairs he smiled to himself looking into the mirror as he fixed his shirt and collar,
Long raven colored hair hung loosely around his shoulders, Light blue eyes stared back at him, his face had a solid jaw, soft complexion and features like that of the War god Aries . If some took a first look they would say a perfect gentleman, most likely of high court or royal blood, by the way he was dressed. Humming to himself he slowly walked down the hallway making sure everything was in order for the next night. A young girl appeared no more that the age of 10 and bowed before him "Everything is set Milord." She said softly bowing again "Good you may leave now and rest tomorrow night it will be quite a night. She nodded and disappeared down one of the many hallways. "Now..." he mutters to himself "Let us see if she is awake" he clasped his hands in glee as he headed to a large wooden door that leads to the cellar"
My home, father… these thought ran thru my head as I closed my eyes and tried to convince myself that it was all a bad dream, I was home, safe, happy but when I opened them brown eyes stared back at me I screamed but only hoarse gasps came out "Good your awake one must not sleep all the time when in company with the host" he smirked softly his voice hypnotic and soft, turning away from me he walked to the lady that was on the other wall and checked the body over, moving the bucket aside he stepped closer to it and reached up grapping the head with his hands, and pulled. The sound of wet pasta being slurped up could best describe the sound of the head being pulled up and the bone cracking as the neck broke. "Pity" was all he said as he dropped the head to the ground and stepped on it the skull crunching like leaves underfoot brains and blood splattered on the ground.