Another Short Intro Just for You!

Well kids, here is another little blerb that I wrote a while back. This doesn't have a story attacted to it, I just woke up one day and felt compelled to write something! Enjoy!

Crimson Moon

 

She stared out the open window.

The cool breeze swept through her long, scarlet hair.

She could feel the little hairs on her arms stand up as a fury of goose bumps ravaged her body.

The adrenalin pumped slowly through her veins as she looked up at the bright full moon.

Memories flashed across her vision of being a little girl, picking apples in the orchard with her grandmother.

“Now remember, my child,” her grandmother would always say. “Never compromise. If you want something in life, work hard and achieve it. Don’t let anyone stand in the way.”

A small tear rendered her blind for a moment as it prepared for his plunge down her face.

Funny, she thought, that she should think of the old woman at a time like this, the eve of her wedding day.

She scratched her neck. The coarse material was already starting to irritate her.

Her betrothed was to arrive in the morning for the ceremony. It was rumored that he would gallantly ride into the village on horseback, storm the castle, say “I do” and sweep her off her feet and into the sunset.

She smirked to herself.

Not likely.

She looked down at her feet dangling off the window ledge.

“Don’t do that honey,” her mother would nag. “It’s not safe!”

She, of course, wouldn’t obey.

She never did.

“I guess that’s the problem,” she sighed as she brushed her cheek, which was still pink and tender from the argument she just had with her mother.

She would obey this time.

“Go make yourself fresh and presentable for the Barron,” her mother commanded.

And she would.  

She pulled her feet back onto the windowsill so she was in a crouching position.

Her hair whipped across her face as she began to undress from her nightgown.

She placed a torn veil over her face and slid her garter up her thigh.

She then placed the engagement ring on a chain and hung it down by her breasts.

Her nude, white body seemed to gleam in the pale moon light.  

“I’ll show them, I’ll show them all!” she shrieked into the open air. “Set me up with an arranged marriage, will you? Ha! I will never settle! Never!”

Goose bumps encased her body and her hands began to shake violently.

She let loose a howl of laughter.

She looked up at the horizon and saw a small light in the distance.

It was her prince charming.

“This is for you, Grandmother! I’ll give that Barron a presentation he will never forget!”

She plucked a silver knife from the table behind her and carved out two vertical lines on her cheeks. The warm blood flowed from the wounds and down her cold, white body.

She sighed as the searing iron sent shockwaves through her nerves.

She then sliced through the flesh under her arms and legs, sending a crimson rain onto the drawbridge below.

She felt a shiver go up her spine as she let out another cry of manic laughter and dived into the air.

The light of the full moon guided her decent, until the rope snapped taunt, silencing her cries of glee.

But, not the crooked smile that painted her face.

Her veil swept to the right side of her face, revealing a solid black eye that stared at the full moon, forevermore.