Curse of the Sinner ~1st chapter~
I'm writing a book when I have spare time, and I thought I might post the first chapter here for friends and future new friends. I am finished with the first book, and that was about 22 chapter with a afterword, and I have gotten to chapter four in the second book out of three. I have a free time problem... and I have accepted it.
I have several writing errors... and my english might suck now and again... but please comment on this...
The curse of the sinner
1st chapter-
the man who ensnare dreamers
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The night had already fallen over the small town, when the first one of them were found. A old poor woman, only known to the towns people as mrs Mapple, came running down the road. She had always been a calm and collected woman, but now. Her face was pale and she looked older than ever, thanks to the fear emitting from her eyes. She ran down the small town center, and stop in front of the police station. Everyone she had woken up, flocking around to find out what it was.
Among the curious people, two young boys watched. One of them were really just another boring everyday kind of boy, that no one would grant a second sight. He had raven black long hair, that covered most of his face. His clothes were dull and boring, the kind every mother boy were forced into wearing... poor little Mikal. But his friend were a completely different story, he had short blond hair, that he always used the best kind of hair gel to keep back from his face, that he wanted glorified over all others. He had a handsome face, that made all the girls in town giggle madly when he passed. And if his deep green eyes layed their gace on them, his most devoted fangirls would pass out right away. His name was Tiron, and they were half brothers really, not many knew, since Mikal was a illigimate child of their father, who had had a relationship with one of the wimen who lived poorly in the forest. The witches of Hind.
“So... what do you think she has done now?” Tiron laugh mockingly, and look over at some of his fangirls. Who gasped breath taken. Before Tiron turn against Mikal again. Mikal seemed more worried than curious thou, maybe he was afraid for his mother? She had been offered to live in the castle, but she hadn’t wanted people to believe she had ensnared the old Count just to get into his household. But she had gladely let her young son move in, not wanting him to live as poor and pathetic as herself...
“I don’t think she has done anything... this time...” Mikal whisper, and smile to his big brother, who just laughed. When Mikal tought something, he was always right. He might look uninteressted and unknowing, but he was a better people knower than all the people Tiron knew. When Mikal said someone hadn’t done anything, they hadn’t done a thing at all, not even thinking about it. “Just look at her, she is terrified, if she had done anything like the last few times... she ran off and hid... but now she comes running to say what she has seen to the constable... that isn’t right at all.”
“Point... but hey! You know the town bums better than me.” Tiron laugh, to others it might have sounded like a terrible insult to a servent, but Mikal knew that it was just Tiron’s way of praising him. “Let’s move closer... I wanna see what she is crying about to constable Monthy.”
“I don’t think we should be here now...” Mikal whisper, but Tiron was already passing trought the crowd, so he follow him quick. Since he was the smartest of them, he had been ordered by their father to take good care of Tiron, who was a toughtless piece of hunk. “Tiron... wait... you know father and mother will be angry if you get into a new mess again...”
“Yeah... come on.” Tiron chuckle, and push some more farmers away, and they look right at mrs Mapple and Monthy, who were trying to calm the terrified woman.
“Relax Miriam... what did you see this time?” He ask, trying to sound caring, but that damned woman were trying his patient. She made no sense at all! “Ok! Everyone... go home, there is nothing more to see here!”
“A demon...” She sob, and turn against the towns people, who all draw terrified away as she screamed it out one more time. “A demon!!! He... held her down... putting her into a grave... a... angel like demon! He… killed her... little Lucy...”
Everyone start talking in shock, a wave of talking spreading trought the town square. Little Lucy was the mayors eighteen year old daughter, and she was loved by everyone in the town. The poor constable finally understand the urgency, and collect a few men, before he order the poor woman to show them the way. Some people followed, while some didn’t dare to search for any demon.
“Cool... let’s follow... wathever she has gotten into her system this time, it has to be strong. The last time, it was your mothers home made witch boose that made her see demons... that was a really special moment.” Tiron laugh amused, and pull the complaining Mikal with him. Mikal didn’t have a good feeling about this... Tiron would always get them into so much problems. The last time they had almost gotten killed by one of the local nutheads... “Don’t be so afraid Mikal, you’ll have no fun in your life then.”
“I’m only sixteen... I want to live untill I can have my life really start.. you’ll get me killed long before that.” Mikal sob, and sigh relieved as Tiron stop. But then he look around them, the graveyard? Oh yeah, mrs Mapple had said something about a grave. Then the demon had probably been in the graveyard.
The town of Hind had just one graveyard, and all the people who died there, were carefully placed in their graves, since the people there where of Christian believe, and in the faith that if people got buried, they wouldn’d return as demons. But the graveyard had a eerie aura at night. Even the angelic statues of the count family looked hideous, as the night mist sealed all beauty away in a illuminated darkness.
“Cool... this place is so cool at night time.” Tiron chuckle amused, and walk into the mist. Mikal give a sigh, before he follow after him. His brother was at it again, giving them both trouble to last for a life time. It was to predictable. “The people is there... it looks like they are looking for the demon and little Lucy.”
Mikal sigh weary, and stop to take a breath, his brother could be so hyper sometimes, forgetting about Mikal’s health condition. He had a weak body, that was one of the reason why he wasn’t allowed to leave the house... he could break his bones easy, and he could get breathing problems if he was to tired.
The raven haired boy was about to follow his brother again, when he stumbled over something, and fell hard to the ground. Hitting his head against the tree trunk... blood pouring down his face, clouding his eyes, as he turned around, trying to see what had gotten a hold of him.
A small hand, pale and blood covered, had taken a hard grip off his foot, and pulled desperately at him. But then he try to focus on the face, that came closer and closer... a pleae for help, as little Lucy Campell, crawled against the only person who had found her.
Tiron groan, and turn around, trying to see Mikal in the mist, he hated it when he said a joke, and his brother didn’t even tell him how stupid it was.
“Mikal, where are you?!” He yell trough the tickening mist, and start walking back. He couldn’t see a thing anymore. “Mikal!!!!”
“Young lord Tiron... is that you?” A woman ask, and Tiron notice a tall form in the dark and run against the woman. Everyone in the town knew her, both for her beauty and her reputation. She was the last real witch in the county. And she had the same raven black hair as Mikal. Just not so messy, she had been a real temptress her entire life, and not even having a son made her stop being that.
“Miss May? Have you seen Mikal? We went here with the constable and the rest, but we came appart in the mist...” Tiron say, and look at the beauty before him, dressed in black silk like raggs. It really made her look like a devlish form from a fairy tale. He couldn’t even be angry at his father for going to bed with her. But also that had it’s reasons. Once Tiron’s mother had been ill.. their father had made a deal with May. One night togheter, and his wife would be saved. May ended up with a unplanned child, but little Mikal were exepted into the household. And even Kira, Tiron’s mother loved him as her own, he was the proof that her husband would accept shame and gossips, just to save her.
“Little Mikal is here now? But he hates the night...” She ask, and take a deep sigh, more like a old house wife listening to gossip. “Dear, dear... you two have done it this time Tiron... what have I and your father said about walking around at night?”
“Avoid it if it isn’t for getting wives...” Tiron sigh, and she nod proudly off him, before she use her hand to cut trought the mist, and all the places she did the easy hand movement, the mist dissapeared. And she start walking the way Tiron had come from. “Is it true... that Mrs Mapple saw a demon?”
“Mrs Mapple? Saw a demon? What has she gotten her hands on now? If it is Lucy she thinks is here with a demon, it’s probably just little innocent Lucy who is bidding herself out to a new passing stranger...” May giggle, and growl at the dark mist... as it didn’t dissapear when she tried to use her spell on it.
“I tought I were the only one who knew about that.” Tiron laugh evilly, before he stop, noticing the dark mist they had walked into. It had been around him about the time when Mikal dissapeared... Tiron stop, as the smell of blood thore in his nose... and May also stop, as she walked into a pound. A red fluid coloring the end of her dress. Then both of them see the sight before them... two bodies were lying on the ground. Mikal, who had fainted by the hit on his head. And Little Lucy, who had a grasp around Mikal’s foot. But how she could have been able to move, was a mystery in itself. Her throut where thorn apart, her blood gone long ago. Her face had a empty stare, her usually brown eyes had a tainted aspect to it. She had lipstick on her lips, but it was smeared over her cheeks, like someone had kissed her brutally. Her dress was also destroyed, colored in blood, rewealing a hole trough her chest... as her heart was gone... thorn out.
May isn’t able to conceal a gasp by the hideous sight before her, and Tiron turn away, feeling his dinner sneak up again, and he lean over the small fence, and let his dinner make it’s way out of him. Before he turn around again, as May sat down on her knees in front of her son, pulling him gently out of the deads grip, and to a part there untouched by blood. Where she lay him down, and comb his hair gently with her fingers... he did really look more like her than his father, and if he was strong enought to live up... he would probably become beautifull like her too... if he lived up.
“Miss May! What are you guys doing here!?” Constable Monthy yell, and run aginst them as the mist cleared up. The entire evil pressence dissapearing with the dark mist... and the half moon lighted against them... showing everyone the body before them. The constable stop, and draw a cross against himself in the air. “Mercyfull god... have mercy....”
“A... demon...” May say, and hold her son gently. She wasn’t a mother material at all, so she wasn’t able to act like one either. But she cared for Mikal, and could show her love in a sister like way. He had never needed it any other way. And he had a capable mother in Tira, she was kind enogh for both him and Tiron. “She was in a half dead curse... she will wake up again if you don’t put a ward on her body... quickly!...”
The men nod, and quickly lift the body up, they had no reason to doubt her, she knew far more than any of them in the case of demons and ghosts...
“Is he ok?” Tiron ask worried, and lift his brother up as May hand him to him. Thank god, he was breathing.
“Get him back to the castle, and use these herbs to heal his wounds.” She say, and bend down, taking up a few herbs from the ground, before she hand them to Tiron, who thank her, before he run off. Heading over the small hill towards the castle.
And as the nights panic continued, and the cold brew over the town togheter with the fear of the new treath. A man watched everything, from the top of the small clock tower, that the towns people had build with some spare materials. He could see everyone, but no one were able to see him, as he hidd in the shadowns of a dark mist. Singing on a small lullaby, which gave him a sweet nostalgi from his childhood days...
Fear the dark
The demon is sitting in a corner
Or maybe he is under your bed?
Check it quick, before he act
And eat your heart.
Fear the dark
Dreams of peace
Keeps you safe
Keeps the demon away
Dwell in the safe dreams
Fear the dark
No more...
The dream has ended
The sun is up
Awake to find your loved ones waiting
Fear the dark
For I await
in every shadowed creek
I’ll take you if you come to close...
And when the next night comes...
I’ll steal your dreams...
Fear me...
Fear the dark I bring
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Tiron sigh to himself, he had been sendt to his room right away after he had come home. And his father was furious, his mother too. And why wouldn’t they be? Mikal were their little cute boy, who they intended on raising with the greatest care, like he was a porcelain doll, that could break with any rough contact... but it was true. Mikal couldn’t take anything. Once again, Tiron didn’t mean any harm with those toughts... it was the truth. Mikal was born poor, and had been born a cold winter night, many said that was the reason for his pale skin. Skin like snow, and when he was out in the cold, or were exited when they were playing as kids... his lips would become so red... red like blood... blood on snow. Tiron used to joke, that the only thing they missed was a evil stephmother, then Mikal could be their little princess Snow white.
“Is Mikal ok?” One of the maids ask, a young girl, with brown hair. She had been in the castle for as long as four years now... she moved in shortly after Mikal had gotten ill. She had been his best friend or something... but Mikal had never been able to remember her at all. But she had always just said that she didn’t expect him to remember her either. He had after all never been outside the castle for ten years after he first moved there... their father had wished him to stay away from people. Afraid for people to notice his young beauty. But no one really tought over it. He dressed like one of the servents, just worse, and he never tended to his hair or face, so his pale face were covered with dirt he got on himself when he was helping the maids clean the house.
“He’s fine...Anna. Just a little shaken, that is all.” Tiron answer, walking into his room and sigh, as he sank down in his chair. He had his own room, as all future counts should have. It was richly decoreated, and he had many family pictures on his wall. Many saw him as a arrogant bastard, and hey, he was one. But he really cared for his family, he even looked at May as a part of it. A big sister. They had a real big sister too, that Kira had gotten with her first husband. And everyone had tought it was generous of the count Richard to take both of them in. Since Kira’s first husband had been his brother. But then, two years later, Count Richard married his brothers widow. And two months later, she gave birth to their first born child. Namely Tiron.
But their sister Sung, was a little like Mikal, silent and reserved. But if she first opend her mouth, she could break the boldest mans heart, and even mock the most helpless people. And she didn’t really show what she tought about her two younger brothers, or her stephfather. The only one of them she would talk to without spitting the words into his face, was Mikal. But to yell at him would just be heartless, for anyone. He was the most gentle person alive.
“Do you think he needs anything?” Anna ask, taking up the wet clothes Tiron had slipped out off. “Like his note book.. or his letters...?”
“Good idea... you should bring them to him.” Tiron laugh gently, and smile to her. And she nod happy, dancing out of the room. And Tiron just look after her... she was really special. Cute in her own devoted way. In his eyes, she were the only girl in the town that had any dignity left. His sister was just a spoiled brat anyway.
Anna dance down the hallway, untill she came to Mikal’s room, and open it slowly, looking into the dark and empty room. Oh no! The other maids had forgotten to make a fire there again... she hurry over the floor, and make a fire in the small fireplace. She couldn’t believe how heartless some of the maids could be. But she would always take care of her master, her kind master Mikal. She sigh dreamingly, and look at the picture he had on his desk with her, Mikal and Tiron. He had been the only one who wanted to take her in, even thou she had told about her past as a prostitute in the next town... and he hadn’t even told anyone about it, he had jsut passed her off as a childhood friend. She was forever in his debt... she take up the picture, and hug it gently... before she dance trough the room. Imagining her master dancing there, with her in his arms. A great bankett... only for them, the great hall lighted, but only light against them... as everyone looked at them glide over the floor... in a dance to celebrate their marrige...
“A beautifull dream... to keep the darkness away... to light up in the dark depts of your crumbling heart... what would you do if your dream got broken then?” Anna look terrified around in the room... no one there? But... where did the voice come from? She was really terrified! “What if your love marry someone else? What if he says he hates you? And never want to love a mere servent... a whore?”
Anna cry out, and fall to the floor, trying to cover her ears. She didn’t want to listen to that mocing voice. What kind of demon had come into the castle?
She had always imagined demons like brutal hairy monsters, who couldn’t speak at all, but as she turned against the window. She was unable to move at all, as the beauty of the demon meet her tear stained eyes. She let her hands fall to the floor, as the demon jumped soundless down from the window still... walking graciously against her. She desperatly close her eyes, folding her hands, giving all the prayers she had ever learned, but to no awail. The demon only laughed at her, with a gentle and amused laughter. That almost made her fall at ease... just wanting too look more at the man before her, he couldn’t be evil. No man who looked so kind and beautifull could be evil... it wasn’t possible. He sit down on his knees in front of her, and take her folded hands gently in his own, smiling to her... he had to be a nice man... maybe a angel who would lead her?
“I’ll end your dream... I’ll swallow it up for you, and end you suffering in this evil world...” He whisper, and she try to scream out, as he opens his mouth, sharp fangs gleaming in the moonlight. But she was to late, and her screams turn into a death gasp... and he lift her up bridal style, dancing around with the dead body over the floor, humming on his death song. Smiling in childish amusement. As the dead eyes looked at him. Oh no... he couldn’t make a new one like himself now could he? Then the dreams wouldn’t end... he take a last kiss from her, before he use all his force, throwing her out of the window, and she glide trought the air, like a angel... before she is brutally impailed upon the castles giant fence... the last off her blood tainting the cold steel...as the sun roose...and everyone in the castle could witness the bloody sight.
But the murderer himself was long gone, a song echoing trough the masions cold halls for a little while... but as it faded out... only the last words were left:
Fear the dark
For I await
in every shadowed creek
I’ll take you if you come to close...
And when the next night comes...
I’ll steal your dreams...
Fear me...
Fear the dark I bring
I have several writing errors... and my english might suck now and again... but please comment on this...
The curse of the sinner
1st chapter-
the man who ensnare dreamers
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The night had already fallen over the small town, when the first one of them were found. A old poor woman, only known to the towns people as mrs Mapple, came running down the road. She had always been a calm and collected woman, but now. Her face was pale and she looked older than ever, thanks to the fear emitting from her eyes. She ran down the small town center, and stop in front of the police station. Everyone she had woken up, flocking around to find out what it was.
Among the curious people, two young boys watched. One of them were really just another boring everyday kind of boy, that no one would grant a second sight. He had raven black long hair, that covered most of his face. His clothes were dull and boring, the kind every mother boy were forced into wearing... poor little Mikal. But his friend were a completely different story, he had short blond hair, that he always used the best kind of hair gel to keep back from his face, that he wanted glorified over all others. He had a handsome face, that made all the girls in town giggle madly when he passed. And if his deep green eyes layed their gace on them, his most devoted fangirls would pass out right away. His name was Tiron, and they were half brothers really, not many knew, since Mikal was a illigimate child of their father, who had had a relationship with one of the wimen who lived poorly in the forest. The witches of Hind.
“So... what do you think she has done now?” Tiron laugh mockingly, and look over at some of his fangirls. Who gasped breath taken. Before Tiron turn against Mikal again. Mikal seemed more worried than curious thou, maybe he was afraid for his mother? She had been offered to live in the castle, but she hadn’t wanted people to believe she had ensnared the old Count just to get into his household. But she had gladely let her young son move in, not wanting him to live as poor and pathetic as herself...
“I don’t think she has done anything... this time...” Mikal whisper, and smile to his big brother, who just laughed. When Mikal tought something, he was always right. He might look uninteressted and unknowing, but he was a better people knower than all the people Tiron knew. When Mikal said someone hadn’t done anything, they hadn’t done a thing at all, not even thinking about it. “Just look at her, she is terrified, if she had done anything like the last few times... she ran off and hid... but now she comes running to say what she has seen to the constable... that isn’t right at all.”
“Point... but hey! You know the town bums better than me.” Tiron laugh, to others it might have sounded like a terrible insult to a servent, but Mikal knew that it was just Tiron’s way of praising him. “Let’s move closer... I wanna see what she is crying about to constable Monthy.”
“I don’t think we should be here now...” Mikal whisper, but Tiron was already passing trought the crowd, so he follow him quick. Since he was the smartest of them, he had been ordered by their father to take good care of Tiron, who was a toughtless piece of hunk. “Tiron... wait... you know father and mother will be angry if you get into a new mess again...”
“Yeah... come on.” Tiron chuckle, and push some more farmers away, and they look right at mrs Mapple and Monthy, who were trying to calm the terrified woman.
“Relax Miriam... what did you see this time?” He ask, trying to sound caring, but that damned woman were trying his patient. She made no sense at all! “Ok! Everyone... go home, there is nothing more to see here!”
“A demon...” She sob, and turn against the towns people, who all draw terrified away as she screamed it out one more time. “A demon!!! He... held her down... putting her into a grave... a... angel like demon! He… killed her... little Lucy...”
Everyone start talking in shock, a wave of talking spreading trought the town square. Little Lucy was the mayors eighteen year old daughter, and she was loved by everyone in the town. The poor constable finally understand the urgency, and collect a few men, before he order the poor woman to show them the way. Some people followed, while some didn’t dare to search for any demon.
“Cool... let’s follow... wathever she has gotten into her system this time, it has to be strong. The last time, it was your mothers home made witch boose that made her see demons... that was a really special moment.” Tiron laugh amused, and pull the complaining Mikal with him. Mikal didn’t have a good feeling about this... Tiron would always get them into so much problems. The last time they had almost gotten killed by one of the local nutheads... “Don’t be so afraid Mikal, you’ll have no fun in your life then.”
“I’m only sixteen... I want to live untill I can have my life really start.. you’ll get me killed long before that.” Mikal sob, and sigh relieved as Tiron stop. But then he look around them, the graveyard? Oh yeah, mrs Mapple had said something about a grave. Then the demon had probably been in the graveyard.
The town of Hind had just one graveyard, and all the people who died there, were carefully placed in their graves, since the people there where of Christian believe, and in the faith that if people got buried, they wouldn’d return as demons. But the graveyard had a eerie aura at night. Even the angelic statues of the count family looked hideous, as the night mist sealed all beauty away in a illuminated darkness.
“Cool... this place is so cool at night time.” Tiron chuckle amused, and walk into the mist. Mikal give a sigh, before he follow after him. His brother was at it again, giving them both trouble to last for a life time. It was to predictable. “The people is there... it looks like they are looking for the demon and little Lucy.”
Mikal sigh weary, and stop to take a breath, his brother could be so hyper sometimes, forgetting about Mikal’s health condition. He had a weak body, that was one of the reason why he wasn’t allowed to leave the house... he could break his bones easy, and he could get breathing problems if he was to tired.
The raven haired boy was about to follow his brother again, when he stumbled over something, and fell hard to the ground. Hitting his head against the tree trunk... blood pouring down his face, clouding his eyes, as he turned around, trying to see what had gotten a hold of him.
A small hand, pale and blood covered, had taken a hard grip off his foot, and pulled desperately at him. But then he try to focus on the face, that came closer and closer... a pleae for help, as little Lucy Campell, crawled against the only person who had found her.
Tiron groan, and turn around, trying to see Mikal in the mist, he hated it when he said a joke, and his brother didn’t even tell him how stupid it was.
“Mikal, where are you?!” He yell trough the tickening mist, and start walking back. He couldn’t see a thing anymore. “Mikal!!!!”
“Young lord Tiron... is that you?” A woman ask, and Tiron notice a tall form in the dark and run against the woman. Everyone in the town knew her, both for her beauty and her reputation. She was the last real witch in the county. And she had the same raven black hair as Mikal. Just not so messy, she had been a real temptress her entire life, and not even having a son made her stop being that.
“Miss May? Have you seen Mikal? We went here with the constable and the rest, but we came appart in the mist...” Tiron say, and look at the beauty before him, dressed in black silk like raggs. It really made her look like a devlish form from a fairy tale. He couldn’t even be angry at his father for going to bed with her. But also that had it’s reasons. Once Tiron’s mother had been ill.. their father had made a deal with May. One night togheter, and his wife would be saved. May ended up with a unplanned child, but little Mikal were exepted into the household. And even Kira, Tiron’s mother loved him as her own, he was the proof that her husband would accept shame and gossips, just to save her.
“Little Mikal is here now? But he hates the night...” She ask, and take a deep sigh, more like a old house wife listening to gossip. “Dear, dear... you two have done it this time Tiron... what have I and your father said about walking around at night?”
“Avoid it if it isn’t for getting wives...” Tiron sigh, and she nod proudly off him, before she use her hand to cut trought the mist, and all the places she did the easy hand movement, the mist dissapeared. And she start walking the way Tiron had come from. “Is it true... that Mrs Mapple saw a demon?”
“Mrs Mapple? Saw a demon? What has she gotten her hands on now? If it is Lucy she thinks is here with a demon, it’s probably just little innocent Lucy who is bidding herself out to a new passing stranger...” May giggle, and growl at the dark mist... as it didn’t dissapear when she tried to use her spell on it.
“I tought I were the only one who knew about that.” Tiron laugh evilly, before he stop, noticing the dark mist they had walked into. It had been around him about the time when Mikal dissapeared... Tiron stop, as the smell of blood thore in his nose... and May also stop, as she walked into a pound. A red fluid coloring the end of her dress. Then both of them see the sight before them... two bodies were lying on the ground. Mikal, who had fainted by the hit on his head. And Little Lucy, who had a grasp around Mikal’s foot. But how she could have been able to move, was a mystery in itself. Her throut where thorn apart, her blood gone long ago. Her face had a empty stare, her usually brown eyes had a tainted aspect to it. She had lipstick on her lips, but it was smeared over her cheeks, like someone had kissed her brutally. Her dress was also destroyed, colored in blood, rewealing a hole trough her chest... as her heart was gone... thorn out.
May isn’t able to conceal a gasp by the hideous sight before her, and Tiron turn away, feeling his dinner sneak up again, and he lean over the small fence, and let his dinner make it’s way out of him. Before he turn around again, as May sat down on her knees in front of her son, pulling him gently out of the deads grip, and to a part there untouched by blood. Where she lay him down, and comb his hair gently with her fingers... he did really look more like her than his father, and if he was strong enought to live up... he would probably become beautifull like her too... if he lived up.
“Miss May! What are you guys doing here!?” Constable Monthy yell, and run aginst them as the mist cleared up. The entire evil pressence dissapearing with the dark mist... and the half moon lighted against them... showing everyone the body before them. The constable stop, and draw a cross against himself in the air. “Mercyfull god... have mercy....”
“A... demon...” May say, and hold her son gently. She wasn’t a mother material at all, so she wasn’t able to act like one either. But she cared for Mikal, and could show her love in a sister like way. He had never needed it any other way. And he had a capable mother in Tira, she was kind enogh for both him and Tiron. “She was in a half dead curse... she will wake up again if you don’t put a ward on her body... quickly!...”
The men nod, and quickly lift the body up, they had no reason to doubt her, she knew far more than any of them in the case of demons and ghosts...
“Is he ok?” Tiron ask worried, and lift his brother up as May hand him to him. Thank god, he was breathing.
“Get him back to the castle, and use these herbs to heal his wounds.” She say, and bend down, taking up a few herbs from the ground, before she hand them to Tiron, who thank her, before he run off. Heading over the small hill towards the castle.
And as the nights panic continued, and the cold brew over the town togheter with the fear of the new treath. A man watched everything, from the top of the small clock tower, that the towns people had build with some spare materials. He could see everyone, but no one were able to see him, as he hidd in the shadowns of a dark mist. Singing on a small lullaby, which gave him a sweet nostalgi from his childhood days...
Fear the dark
The demon is sitting in a corner
Or maybe he is under your bed?
Check it quick, before he act
And eat your heart.
Fear the dark
Dreams of peace
Keeps you safe
Keeps the demon away
Dwell in the safe dreams
Fear the dark
No more...
The dream has ended
The sun is up
Awake to find your loved ones waiting
Fear the dark
For I await
in every shadowed creek
I’ll take you if you come to close...
And when the next night comes...
I’ll steal your dreams...
Fear me...
Fear the dark I bring
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Tiron sigh to himself, he had been sendt to his room right away after he had come home. And his father was furious, his mother too. And why wouldn’t they be? Mikal were their little cute boy, who they intended on raising with the greatest care, like he was a porcelain doll, that could break with any rough contact... but it was true. Mikal couldn’t take anything. Once again, Tiron didn’t mean any harm with those toughts... it was the truth. Mikal was born poor, and had been born a cold winter night, many said that was the reason for his pale skin. Skin like snow, and when he was out in the cold, or were exited when they were playing as kids... his lips would become so red... red like blood... blood on snow. Tiron used to joke, that the only thing they missed was a evil stephmother, then Mikal could be their little princess Snow white.
“Is Mikal ok?” One of the maids ask, a young girl, with brown hair. She had been in the castle for as long as four years now... she moved in shortly after Mikal had gotten ill. She had been his best friend or something... but Mikal had never been able to remember her at all. But she had always just said that she didn’t expect him to remember her either. He had after all never been outside the castle for ten years after he first moved there... their father had wished him to stay away from people. Afraid for people to notice his young beauty. But no one really tought over it. He dressed like one of the servents, just worse, and he never tended to his hair or face, so his pale face were covered with dirt he got on himself when he was helping the maids clean the house.
“He’s fine...Anna. Just a little shaken, that is all.” Tiron answer, walking into his room and sigh, as he sank down in his chair. He had his own room, as all future counts should have. It was richly decoreated, and he had many family pictures on his wall. Many saw him as a arrogant bastard, and hey, he was one. But he really cared for his family, he even looked at May as a part of it. A big sister. They had a real big sister too, that Kira had gotten with her first husband. And everyone had tought it was generous of the count Richard to take both of them in. Since Kira’s first husband had been his brother. But then, two years later, Count Richard married his brothers widow. And two months later, she gave birth to their first born child. Namely Tiron.
But their sister Sung, was a little like Mikal, silent and reserved. But if she first opend her mouth, she could break the boldest mans heart, and even mock the most helpless people. And she didn’t really show what she tought about her two younger brothers, or her stephfather. The only one of them she would talk to without spitting the words into his face, was Mikal. But to yell at him would just be heartless, for anyone. He was the most gentle person alive.
“Do you think he needs anything?” Anna ask, taking up the wet clothes Tiron had slipped out off. “Like his note book.. or his letters...?”
“Good idea... you should bring them to him.” Tiron laugh gently, and smile to her. And she nod happy, dancing out of the room. And Tiron just look after her... she was really special. Cute in her own devoted way. In his eyes, she were the only girl in the town that had any dignity left. His sister was just a spoiled brat anyway.
Anna dance down the hallway, untill she came to Mikal’s room, and open it slowly, looking into the dark and empty room. Oh no! The other maids had forgotten to make a fire there again... she hurry over the floor, and make a fire in the small fireplace. She couldn’t believe how heartless some of the maids could be. But she would always take care of her master, her kind master Mikal. She sigh dreamingly, and look at the picture he had on his desk with her, Mikal and Tiron. He had been the only one who wanted to take her in, even thou she had told about her past as a prostitute in the next town... and he hadn’t even told anyone about it, he had jsut passed her off as a childhood friend. She was forever in his debt... she take up the picture, and hug it gently... before she dance trough the room. Imagining her master dancing there, with her in his arms. A great bankett... only for them, the great hall lighted, but only light against them... as everyone looked at them glide over the floor... in a dance to celebrate their marrige...
“A beautifull dream... to keep the darkness away... to light up in the dark depts of your crumbling heart... what would you do if your dream got broken then?” Anna look terrified around in the room... no one there? But... where did the voice come from? She was really terrified! “What if your love marry someone else? What if he says he hates you? And never want to love a mere servent... a whore?”
Anna cry out, and fall to the floor, trying to cover her ears. She didn’t want to listen to that mocing voice. What kind of demon had come into the castle?
She had always imagined demons like brutal hairy monsters, who couldn’t speak at all, but as she turned against the window. She was unable to move at all, as the beauty of the demon meet her tear stained eyes. She let her hands fall to the floor, as the demon jumped soundless down from the window still... walking graciously against her. She desperatly close her eyes, folding her hands, giving all the prayers she had ever learned, but to no awail. The demon only laughed at her, with a gentle and amused laughter. That almost made her fall at ease... just wanting too look more at the man before her, he couldn’t be evil. No man who looked so kind and beautifull could be evil... it wasn’t possible. He sit down on his knees in front of her, and take her folded hands gently in his own, smiling to her... he had to be a nice man... maybe a angel who would lead her?
“I’ll end your dream... I’ll swallow it up for you, and end you suffering in this evil world...” He whisper, and she try to scream out, as he opens his mouth, sharp fangs gleaming in the moonlight. But she was to late, and her screams turn into a death gasp... and he lift her up bridal style, dancing around with the dead body over the floor, humming on his death song. Smiling in childish amusement. As the dead eyes looked at him. Oh no... he couldn’t make a new one like himself now could he? Then the dreams wouldn’t end... he take a last kiss from her, before he use all his force, throwing her out of the window, and she glide trought the air, like a angel... before she is brutally impailed upon the castles giant fence... the last off her blood tainting the cold steel...as the sun roose...and everyone in the castle could witness the bloody sight.
But the murderer himself was long gone, a song echoing trough the masions cold halls for a little while... but as it faded out... only the last words were left:
Fear the dark
For I await
in every shadowed creek
I’ll take you if you come to close...
And when the next night comes...
I’ll steal your dreams...
Fear me...
Fear the dark I bring