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The House of Bathory a woman stood outside a dilapidated house under the bleak midnight sky she cautiously entered the aging house though she knew not why and there on the carpet was a trail of blood what sort of house was this? it magically appeared like the great Flood then she found some organs of his a horrified gasp escaped her lips she walked slowly down the hall the chill she felt was in her numb fingertips because his skin was nailed to the wall the soft laughter of the Lady echoed in her head she found the Lady sitting in a bathtub of...blood? "you're lover, I'm afraid is dead" the Lady spoke, dipping her frame into the bath of blood this was the house of Bathory, famous for luring in mere mortal men to the ageless and beautiful Lady Bathory a Lady that adored devouring men the fraile woman turned white as a ghost cursed the Lady with the word of god she quickly departed from her Sangurian host, and prayed silently to her invisible god prayed for the safe return of her lover hoped that he was not hanging on the wall she wished the Lady hadn't claimed the life of another as she slowly stumbled thru the blood soaked hall pieces were scattered here and there, some ground into the floor, little pieces flung everywhere... she stretched her fingers to the bloody door very slowly did she step thru, not sure of what lay on the other side a room decorated in cobalt blue, no where for a body to hide she continued to open doors throughout the house every room was empty (except for the room with a body being devoured by a mousse) and that was the way she felt--empty where was her lover (poor will) had he somehow escaped the clutches of the vampyress? there was one room that had to be searched still the parluor door had caught onto her virgin white dress everything had become a story of horror she did not want to believe her lover was dead but when she looked into the parlour, she found his severed head............ © Lenore de Angelica 1999 |