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Her long black hair whipped across her face, flailing wildly in the cold winter wind. Her heart thumped at an unimaginable pace, pounding against her chest like a fist on a door. She could hardly breathe at all because she knew he would be watching. She stood at the edge of the woods, her lover mere meters from her standing in the open field, turned away from her. Waiting. And so was she. Waiting. Her face was streaked in black, makeup running away with her tears. She re-positioned her hand around the blade, hands burning in the frigid air. The blade dripped blood onto the solid white ground below her feet and that's all she could hear. The steady drip drop of the blood. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip. And it made her own blood within her veins boil. She was raging now, wanting nothing more than to drive this blade into the heart that deserved it.

The demon had come to her in the late night, teeth shimmering in the pale moonlight. It's wicked smile gleamed as his mouth opened to offer her a deal. As custom in the Fairwood house, each daughter is faced with death. That way the line can carry on with the sons and the demon gets to feed when that daughter turns 18. But she was spared. The demon had watched her grow over the years, and watched her fall in love. He offered her a choice. A way out of death. Bring him the heart of her lover, and end the curse on her family.

So she agreed. And now she stood here in the snow, building up the courage. "Go now." Came the demons whisper in her thoughts. And without giving it a second thought, without allowing her to change her mind she did. She ran into the field, blade glinting in the sun light and drove it right into her lovers throat. As she carved into his chest and the blood began to splattered against her face she laughed. She laughed so manically that her head began to spin with it all.

And then the demon was there. Laughing with her. Grabbing her by her hair. Brushing it away from her neck. And feeding. Because he had lied. Of course he had lied. He was a demon. He threw her dead body next to her lovers as the sun began to set.

This was always the deal. It made it more fun. Almost like a game. And he always did like the taste of blood that had turned mad. It was sweet and delicate, and it just slid down the throat. He walked off into the woods, and waited. Because this is what he does. He watches. And he waits.

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EmilyRoseScott
04:58 Aug 04 2014

Pretty good start of a story. If re written, worded a bit differently because of the length if you were a text based roleplayer it could be used as a roleplay starter. With this you have many options with what you could do. Do not let your creativity and writing talents go to waste.

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RavensDeath666
08:48 Aug 04 2014

I really enjoyed this. It kind sounds like a mix of a lot of books I read. :)

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