Dear reader, I beg of you a moment of your time so you may follow me. Come with me, away from this place, through the fog of memory to a place that time has forgotten. Come, step through the veil and watch with me the unfolding of a series of unusual events.

To many, this place would not seem any more remarkable than several others like it. It's a simply once-upon-a-time castle town which grow and flourished. It had its nobles and its peasants who coexisted through the triumphs and trials of day to day life. Its bustling marketplace is loud with the din of bartering and trading as figures in rough linen and heavy velvet mill about. Sturdy stone castles and ramshackle white-washed huts line the streets. Children and chickens play in the street amongst the dust kicked up by hundreds of traveling feet. It is an ordinary place to the untrained eye. If you should stay here for lengthy amount of time, you will notice the talk among the villages, the whisper of a rumor that the village is still touched by the fairy magic of old.

These rumors aside, it is to be assumed that in a place such as this, certain social customs were followed, especially among the wealthy. Christendom had swept over the land and instated it ideas about the rightful place of the fairer sex. Men were in charge and women are their trophies and child bearers. Marrying for love was a rare and enigmatic event for most marriages were arranged. The latest victim of this custom was a peculiar girl, dark-eyed and dark-haired. She was said to be everything a well brought up girl should be, quiet, demure, and obedient. They failed to see, especially when ever her impending marriage was mentioned, the flash of defiance that sparkled in her eyes. It was soon after the betrothal was set that things began to turn ill.

The man she was to be wed to was a typical man of rank, arrogant and self
-assured. He though himself well for having attained such a bride of rare beauty. He
could not conceal his lustful glances whenever he chanced to view his bride. These looks only helped to feed the fire that was slowly simmering inside of her, a darkness that was hardening into a ball of steel in the pit of her stomach. She loathed the man and the society that birthed him. The night before the wedding, her hate had turned to something fierce. Spurred by desperation, she called out to the lord of darkness. She gave away her soul for release from the chains of matrimony being forced upon her.

The air became oddly chilled as an icy fear gripped her heart. She felt the frozen fingers of an invisible being caress her skin. She screamed as the being forced its way inside her and she became like on possessed, unrecognizable to those who knew her. Her black hair blended into her black dress. Her finger curled as her nails and teeth became sharp. Her eyes glinted in the darkness and the lust for revenge tore through her. With a growl, she shot through her second story window and leap onto the roof of the neighboring building, running along it with an inhuman grace. She was heading to the house of the groom.

The poor fool did not know that doom awaited him. He opened the window to let the cool night breeze chase away the stale air in his chambers. Looking dispassionately at the roofs of the surrounding buildings, he noticed two gold stars eerily starring back at him from the velvet darkness. His mind had little time to register the site before he was pummeled to the ground by the black figure they belonged to. Bewildered and shaken, he took in the site of the woman a top him. Her sleek, black hair seemed to become one with her garment. Her gold eyes burned into him. Sharp teeth peeked out from blood red lips. Her nails had torn through his dressing gown and drawn pinpricks of blood where the skin broken. She hissed as she noticed his gaze upon her.

He came to his senses and tried to fight her. It was not use. Her strength overpowered his. He managed to force her off of himself but she leap upon him with catlike grace. Still he continued to struggle. Several minutes later, she had him successfully pined. Several scratches adorned his face and body. As she stared down at him, a strange hunger came into her eyes. She bent down and lapped the blood from his face with her tongue. A feral grin bedecked her face as she began to carefully undress the man. She never saw the fear that crept upon his face.

The servants had been going about there nightly duties, they had ignored the sounds of struggle coming from the young lord's room, thinking it was simply him partaking in his usual. However, when the screams became more intense, they rushed to awake the master from his sleep. Fearful for his son, the man rushed up the stairs to his room, sword in hand. Throwing open the door, he was horrified at the site he saw, the figure of a woman crouching over the naked and bloody corpse of his son who was bleeding heavily from a wound on the neck.

She looked up at the intruder and growled. She rushed towards him with rage gleaming in her eyes. Terrified, the man trust his sword out in front of him, eyes closed against the fate he thought awaited him. However, went he felt the sword slide through flesh, he chanced a glance. There, on the end of the sword, the woman was impaled through the heart. He dropped the sword in surprise and it fell the floor, still sheathed in her body. He watch, appalled, as the women changed back into the figure of his son's betrothed.

Now we must depart from this place. The tale has come to its end. I will not leave you with any morals or explanations. I believe things of that nature are better left to the reader's own interpretation. I simply wished to recount a tale of a shocking nature which would disconcert the mind.

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