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The sirens flooded the entire town with the high screams of the deadly night.

People were sleeping soundly in their beds with peaceful dreams filling their heads with the greatest utmost desires, children playing happily, Christmas dinner with the family, rabid dogs feasting on the flesh of a living child.

Asmaria woke up and sat bolt upright in shock as she gasped for breath. It was happening again. She looked over to wear her brother was meant to be sleeping but could not see him with her night eyes.

‘Jake,’ she whispered into the night.

Only silence replied.

Asmaria struggled out of bed and slipped her tiny feet into her slippers. This had been happening ever since Jake was born. Every eighteen months or so it was the Harvest month when all demons are free to feast upon the living. Asmaria saw everything that happened in her dreams and waited for her world to crash around as she had seen so.

Her eyes began to adjust to the dark and she noticed a short figure lurking by the window and noticed by the way it was standing that it was her little brother. Jake was short for his age and slimmer than the rest of the children in his year. He was creeping towards the age of eight and still he was unable to read and write. He also found it impossible to speak to anyone other than Asmaria but he was a smart child. He had a way of knowing how people were feeling and came out with philosophical views of the surrounding world to comfort people.

Asmaria caught him looking outside and dashed to pull him away. Jake put up no fight and they both hid behind the chest of draws beside the window.

‘Jake, you should stay away from the window. They are out there and they are looking for anyone to feast upon. I wont let them take you,’ she breathed as a light flooded the room from the window.

Jake spoke up to her with words he thought would comfort her, ‘ but Asmaria, I am not frightened of them they feast to survive but they are sad creatures whom need comfort because they feel lost.’

Asmaria sighed deeply and held her brother close to her. ‘They don’t care how lost they are. If they sense someone with a soul they will find them and then devour them till there is nothing left. I’ve seen it.’

‘But big sister, what does devour mean?’ Jake asked innocently.

‘They will kill you and eat you till there is nothing left.’

A shadow blocked out the majority of the light from the window and Asmaria knew it was not human by its thin and disfigured shape. It seemed to dance at the window and then disappeared as fast as it had appeared.

Jake squirmed in Asmarias arms. ‘Asmaria, you’re hurting me,’ he squeaked.

Asmaria released her grip on him. ‘I’m sorry. I was a little scared,’ she replied in her deffence.

Her little brother staggered to his feet and headed towards the door without worry of what could be behind it.

‘Where are you going?’ Asmaria worried.

‘I need the toilet,’ Jake hurried as he opened the door and closed it behind him.

Asmaria had the same trouble with him every Harvest. The sense of confusion and loneliness filled the air and he could smell it as if it was right under his nose. He was drawn to it. Jake was too understanding and didn’t care how bad a person was but he cared about the loneliness and despair in their heart.

The window crashed in, glass flew everywhere with the roar of screams of terror and sorrow outside. Disfigured creatures climbed through the window and crawled all over the walls. Asmaria stayed closely in the shadows against the chest of draws and watched as the demons flooded into her room. They were everywhere and Asmaria watched as they sniffed the air for her soul.

A tall man shaped figure stepped into the room through room and stood in the centre. It began to speak and Asmaria had to strain to hear it. ‘The souls. Are they here?’ The voice was gritty and old and yet sounded like that of a child’s voice. Asmaria had trouble with trying to determine its gender.

The demons surrounded the tall one and began to climb it. Whispers filled the air and Asmaria heard them all saying only two words, ‘the corner’.

Asmaria closed her eyes and held her breath in thinking it would stop her from being noticed. She could only last thirty seconds and the whisperings stopped. She listened closely for anything but the only thing she could hear was the sound of her own breathing. She slowly opened one eye and found the room empty of demons. Opening both eyes she breathed deeper and closed her eyes again.

A room full of demons does not just disappear, she thought to herself, but she was right. She reopened her eyes and gasped for breath. Eyes were looming back at her, only there were no eyes. If terror had a face this was it. Its skin was a pale green with the odd shade of blue where there was shadow. Its skin clung loosely in places revealing broken bits of skull that hid its brain. Rotting flesh where it had been eaten away by parasitic creatures. The eyes of this horrific site had been sewn shut with four stitches on each eye. The skin around each stitch was festering away and Asmaria saw this tiny ant like creatures crawling on the festering flesh.

Asmaria was paralyzed. She couldn’t move a single muscle in her body. Terror had completely struck her body and her ability to move had fled her.

Terror spoke to her. ’Tell me, dear child, were their not two of you?’

The stench of its breath was overpowering and somewhat hypnotic. The back of her was commanding her mouth not to speak but vibrations travelled in the air from her mouth carrying the words ’my brother is only through that door behind you. He’s listening.’

Terror stood up and let her breath. Not taking its eyes off her it travelled towards the door and disappeared behind it carrying the leaching demons with it.

The door closed and Asmaria cursed. She struggled up off the floor and staggered over to the bed and drew out a blade from under her bed. She placed it up to her face, felt the cold steel against her flesh and breathed. This was where she had condemned her brother by revealing his hiding place to them monsters.

She wondered over to the window and leant against the wall and watched the town blaze beneath her. The town was burning and now that the window had been shattered to the floor she could hear the fear that flew on the breeze and felt the heat on her skin. Tears ripped down her face as cries flooded her ears.

Asmaria had condemned her little brother but she would net let another soul be stolen from another body.

She jumped down to the ground level and seemed completely blind to the hell that surrounded her. She stood the hilt of the blade to the floor, bowed her head and whispered silently ’truth hide no longer’.

Asmaria opened her eyes and only saw two colours in front of her. Her eyes were pure white and she had lost her other four senses. Redness surrounded her as shapes ran towards her. She lifted the blade of the floor and drove it into the body of a red shape and tugged it hard out of the demon as it fell to the floor.

Darting through the streets in a bloody rampage she bladed her way through every red shape she came across. Decapitating them, mutilating them then cutting out the heart of each of them and then torching it. Setting free the spirit of a demon was a beautiful thing but Asmaria the green mist rise to the sky.

She gave no thought to anything till al her senses had been restored.

Her brother lay on the floor in front of her. She charged towards him but Terror had cut her off and held her back with just its presents. It bent over her brothers body and began to feast.

Asmaria, grew once again paralyzed could only watch as it fed off the life of her brother. Her eyes flooded with tears and managed to close them off from the outside world. She raised her blade high above her head. She took in a deep breath and charged towards Terror but her blade began to cut into flesh before she had even taken a few steps.

She opened her eyes and saw no one touching her blade. Instead she saw a young man leaning over the lifeless and mangled body of her brother. Terror coward away from the figure. Asmaria wondered what significance this new figure had if he could petrify a creature like Terror. The young man reached his arms down to Jake and reached into his body then lifted up his waving soul out of his body.

The young man turned to face her and smiled at her with a smile that could charm the coldest heart. He looked younger than Asmaria originally thought. He was tall and slim and had a masculine bone structure of the face. He was handsome make no mistake but he had many gashes upon his face. His hair was blond and tied back off his face but she assumed it would be the length of his shoulders. His clothes seemed like that of a nobleman’s and hugged his body tightly. His jacket was cape like and showed his muscular phisique greatly. His clothes were dark which brought out his pale skin.

He stared at her for a few seconds and then commanded Terror to follow him as he stalked away from her leaving her brothers body behind.

Asmaria cursed once more and her head filled with dread. Her brother had been mauled to death by a creature from Hell and her town blazed around her.

She through her blade to the floor and collapsed beside it. She could no longer hear, feel, taste or smell and no thoughts ran through her petrified brain. Slowly her sight left her breath deprived body.

She gazed down at her victim and watched him walk down the steamy alleyway. It was dark and dull with a small lamp flickering above the lonely mans head. On either side of him were shut down blocks of flats and steam rose from the gutter that was by his feet. some one still lived there.

She could remember how she was once a lonely young girl without a care in the world until she saw the opportunity to go for her dream. Not a lot of people understood her but who could understand a human girl with heart of a beast?

She jumped down from the windowsill that she used to stalk her prey and cautiously hid her self from the young man she was stalking. She knew that his blood was pure and he was not the old kind because he still had fear in his heart. The young man continued to walk but a little faster as he felt the creature stalk him.

Maybe this was the one to finally break the curse and free her from her cursed form. She was shaking with anticipation as she grew slowly closer to him and she smell his fear. He was terrified.

The young man grew paranoid and turned to see who was following him. He could see no one but the steam that was floating in the air from the gutter.

'Is anyone there?' he asked hoarsely, terror in his voice.

Silence.

He felt safe for a brief moment thinking that it was only his imagination and carried on walking as he saw the opening to a new street. The new street looked promising and safe. The light loomed in, calling him towards it, he only had to reach it and he would feel safe.

She knew that it could soon be all over in a few minutes or she may have to live her life the same way she had done in the past six hundred years. They were dark and treacherous. She lived in the shadows of the people that were known as her friends but they were merely people in her way of her success and glory. She waited years before she could get her own back on them. It was spite that kept her so young and beautiful but people feared her for who she was.

She felt his heart beat faster as she drew closer to him and placed an ice-cold hand on his shoulder.

The young man gasped, stopped and paused for a second or two just to be sure what exactly was touching him. It felt like an icy hand clasping his shoulder. He turned around hoping to catch a glimpse of his follower but there was no one to bee seen.

A dustbin lid crashed to the floor and a cat scattered out from under a black bin bag.

He felt relieved and turned to the face of Hell. He shrieked and fell to the floor. He tried to crawl backwards as the terror drew closer to him. It grasped his leg and pulled him towards it. He tried to scream for help but he couldn’t even breathe. Its fangs pierced the skin and dug deep into his leg, as he grew weaker and weaker.

She fed on his mangled body then transformed back into the young innocent girl that she once was. She licked her lips and waited for the final transformation but it didn’t come. She would have to wait another eighteen months before the next harvest month comes when she could finally feast once more.

For she was the Black Widow



By Stacey McClelland