La la la la la la la...
The forest was quiet and the only sound was the child's voice echoing throughout the untamed woods. Her voice weaved through the treetops as the song innocently continued.
Blessed be the blackbird,
Who brings night upon its wings,
Blessed be the crow,
Who takes part in no such things,
Blessed be the dove,
Who brings the light of day,
Blessed be the children,
Who sing the songs all day
The prey drew closer, her song a beacon to his acute hearing. No warning at all, his face appeared an inch from hers; she blinked and it took seconds to realize that somthing was there. "Blackbird?" She guessed innocently. His teeth shone brilliantly despite the moonless night surrounding them and his voice slithered beautifully with no echo through the air. "Yes," he spoke, a teasing grin dancing unpon his lips,"I brought the night with me too."
The fear she should have been feeling rushed through her, she turned around and ran, never growing tired, never slowing. Her fear kept her feet pounding against the ground. She stopped after she reached the field, listening for any sound, nothing. The he was there, her mind pausing for a moment too long. He lurched at her, his mouth open wide for the attack.
"Blackbird..." her dying words, "I hate you."
CHAPTER ONE
Zahrah marched up to the shop and flung the door open, a perfect display of rage. "Curses, curses on you all!" she screamed, "How could you sell me this, this love potion! Witchcraft!"
"Miss, I'm fairly sure it's all just a missunderstanding, none of us are witches-"
"Lies! Lies! I will report you to the priests! Burned, that's what you deserve, each and every one of you devil servants! "
"Miss! I'm fairly sure none of us are witches, but just to make up for this missunderstanding, how about you get free service from us for a year, all your general needs, free of charge?"
Zahrah forced an upset sniffle, "Bribes, I shouldn't take them, but your offer is so generous, I can hardly refuse. I will refrain from telling the church as long as your promise remains valid." She stalked out the door, nose jutting in the air.
Grinning slyly to herself, Zahrah quickly stode back to her inn, in which her stay was also free of charge. She had become quite talented in the art of scamming villagers into recieving her every need without money or bartering. Not only that, but most of her displays of this talent revolved around accusing people of witchcraft, an art that was not so unfamiliar to her. She gently pulled the door of the inn open, with more grace than human, and she marched up the stairs into her tiny room, storing her love potion away safely under the floorboards. She sighed with satisfaction as she recalled her success in the past few days. She had easily won over the inn, tailor, and general store's service without much effort, not much had gone wrong...except...
She delved her memory of the past two days and remembered the scene in the field. For any ordinary human, it would have been horrifying but for Zahrah...
She remembered the girl, looking desperately around her, looking pale and frightened. Then, the vampire, predator of the night swooped upon her, and within an instant, the girl was dying. Zahrah's elevated hearing allowed her to hear the girl's last four words. They had been so poetic, refferring back to the village songs of old. Then Zahrah had gasped at the suddeness of it all and the vampire had turned, his bloody mouth smiling in satisfaction as he lifted a finger to his soiled lips. "shh..." he had hushed her, and then he turned and dissappeared into the forest, leaving the body for the wolves.
Zahrah sighed as she remembered how stressful that night had been. It hadn't been the scene in the field, no, that was just another display of the realities of magic. She had rather been stressed by the entrance into the town, and the hostility towards visitors.
