Bubbles was led to the very top of the house into one of the attics.

"Here is where you will sleep."

"Where are the other servants My Lady?" Bubbles looked up at Lady Seduca, who smirked.

"They are working downstairs. Don't worry yourself, your Mistress is very kind. We want you to sleep and eat, ready for a day's work tomorrow." She leaned down and placed a kiss on Bubbble's head. It was ice-cold and hurt.

"Ouch!" gasped the blonde, unable to hold it in.

But Seduca just smiled and pushed Bubbles into a room before walking away, closing the door behind her. The room was pure white, the exact opposite of Lady Elizabeth Morbucks. It was small, with a single bed with plain white sheets, the floor and walls were wooden and white-washed. Beside the bed was a small round table which had on it a bowl of broth and a chunk of bread. She ate it eagerly, not having eaten such good food in several months. The bread was soft and sweet, the broth full with animal fats and pieces of vegetables. Her stomach hummed in happiness as she tried to quench any guilt that her papa would be starving in his cold little cottage tonight. After licking up the last bits from her bowl and sucking the bits of bread on her fingers she realised something.

"Why was the food here waiting?" she wondered, "how did they know I was coming?"

Outside the wolves howled as Diana's milky white orb peeked out of the clouds. Bubbles walked over to the window, pulling off her clothes and stripping into her underwear ready for bed. The moon shone onto the white snow, lighting it up. Beneath her she could imagine the wolves waiting outside. She could hear their yips and soft growls. She wished she could throw some meaty scraps for them out the window, but she hadn't any.

"I'm sorry," she whispered before straining her eyes to look into the distance. At the bottom of the hill was a patch of shadow, which she knew was where her village lay. How was papa doing? He would be all alone for the first time tonight. All alone under his blanket.

Bubbles wiped away a few tears before saying a quick pray to god to protect herself and her papa, before finally climbing into bed.

Beside her was a single candle. The light was low and most of the small room was in shadow. "It won't look so scary in the morning," she thought. Nonetheless, even though she knew it was wasteful, she didn't put out the candle. Instead she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on the bit of warmth it gave her.

She allowed her breaths to deepen slowly, willing herself to sleep. She was genuinely exhausted after her long journey. Then she heard the sound of the bedroom door knob being turned. She tensed and but kept her eyes shut. "It might just be one of the servants," she reasoned, "coming to check on me."

The room became even colder. She couldn't hear much but she sensed that something was in her room. Her heart began to pound against her chest and she forced herself to continue breathing somewhat normally, beads of sweat began to appear on her brow.

She remained like this for some time until...

A heavy thing, it felt like her hand, placed itself on her knee above the blanket. Bubbles gulped. The hand brushed its way up her leg and onto her body, squeezing her small belly slightly and grazing over her chest. She then felt a hand upon her neck. The hand was ice cold and had long nails on it.

Bubbles eyes snapped open and a pathetic whimper came out of her mouth.

Nothing was there.

She sat up, heart beating fast and furiously her breathing now heavy. The room was pitch black. The candle had gone out. The moon was hidden behind the clouds once more, for there wasn't even any light from the window.

She blinked as her eyes began to adjust to the darkness, picking out the shadows and variations of black.

The room was cold and felt claustrophobic.

She scanned it, her eyes focusing on one corner of the room. It looked like something was there. Something tall. Something standing still and quiet in the corner, watching her. She touched her neck out of reflex, was it Lady Seduca?

Bubbles stared, trying to work it out. Was it just her imagination? Or was there something there? If so what was it? It was completely immobile and too thin and too tall to be a person.

She wanted to see if she could light her candle again, but she knew she wouldn't be able to because there were no matches, plus she did not want to look away from the thing.

She became aware of noise. Outside the wind was blowing hard, breezing against her window. It was the kind of wind the witches used to like flying in, or so they said. The wolves were no longer howling.

There was a slight creaking sound outside in the castle somewhere. A door opening slowly perhaps? Maybe someone would be coming down the hallway soon, someone like another nice maid? Maybe her sister?

Bubbles let out a slight yelp of fear. The thing had moved, or rather, the top of it had. It had moved in the direction of the creaking sound, as if it was listening.

She gripped her bed sheets, her breathing picking up again. In the shadow, it moved slightly again into its old position. Its position of looking at her.

There was something shiny in the shadow, shiny and almond shaped.

An eye.

She was seeing an eye.

An eye looking right at her.

Tears began to fall from her own eyes. She wanted to scream, to call out for help, but she couldn't.

Outside, a litany of wolves began to cry out again, singing the song of the damned.

It was too loud, too much.

The shadow looked like it was getting bigger until Bubbles realised it wasn't getting bigger, it was coming closer to her. It was drifting slowly towards her, as if on wheels, its eye which she could clearly see focused on her the entire time.

She began to shake her head in fear and disbelief. Her head ached and her jaws were clenched together. She wanted to run to the door, but she couldn't move, her body was frozen to the spot and when she tried to move it, it was as if her body had become too heavy.

"This is a nightmare, this is a nightmare, this is a nightmare..."

But she wasn't waking up.

The thing was at the foot of her bed now. She could make out its long, scrawny arms ending with long, bony fingers and sharp, curling claws. The moonlight shone through the window again. It cast a dull, white hazy glow behind the black figure. The things shadow stretched out on the bed and Bubbles heard a blood-curdling scream.

It was her own.

Her own scream, tearing her throat for it came out in such force. The creature opened its mouth, sharp fangs glinting in the moonlight before it bore down on the small girl, muffling her terrified scream.

Bubbles felt the strong, cold teeth bury into her neck. She felt an overly large and wet mouth sucking at her, a tongue, rough like a cats, brushing against her skin.

She pushed at the being, which was heavy and cold, like a rock. It wouldn't move. She wept; she could feel it sucking at her blood.

Slowly the world began to darken as she became increasingly woozy until, at long last, blessed unconsciousness took her.