Post by StoryGirl83 on Nov 10, 2011 23:16:19 GMT -5
Chapter Ten – It’s Time
The air had the distinct stench of death. In other words, it was the sweetest perfume.
Elisa Richmond pulled her dagger out of the man’s chest and held it up in front of her face. She watched fascinated as drops of blood fell off the blade to the ground. She would never grow tired of that. With one last look at her victim, she let the knife swing loose from her hand. The look of surprise when she had carved the first mark into his still living body had been most gratifying. She adored the screams their fear and pain produced.
In the hour since she had begun she let her victim die a slow lingering death unable to fight her with anything but his screams and curses. She enjoyed the chase, but once she started her art she didn’t want movement to cause her to make a mistake.
The look of blood on the human body was such a beautiful thing. She didn’t understand why no one seemed to see that. Marie made such a fuss about making a clean kill. Clean. As in no blood. It was utterly pointless. Death held no meaning without the beauty of the blood. She hadn’t liked the original plan for the curse, so she had altered it. The liquefying organs was not quite a satisfying as it would have been if they had bleed out, but some concessions had to be made and Louisa had been quite adamant that she didn’t want blood all over the place. She didn’t care what Elisa did in her spare time, but blood simply was not the decorating theme Louisa wanted.
Elisa walked away from the man and headed toward the small run down shack. She pushed open the door and cast an evil grin at Rebecca and Caroline. She took in their ghostly forms with a giddy laugh.
Caroline squealed and ran away from the window where she liked to spend her time. She coward next to her mother and looked over at Elisa.
Elisa never grew tired of scaring the little girl. It always brought about a delicious chill.
Rebecca pulled Caroline up onto her lap and glared at Elisa. She was no longer afraid. Elisa sometimes wondered if she had ever been afraid.
Elisa walked up to the mother and daughter with narrow eyes. She stopped with her face inches from Caroline’s wide eyes and said, “Boo!”
Caroline screamed and buried her face in her mother’s chest.
Elisa just laughed. She had so much fun taunting this little girl. It was a pity she couldn’t keep them here when the curse wasn’t actively working, but perhaps this time it would work the way it was meant to. She held up her bloody knife to Rebecca’s face. At the startled look of revulsion on Rebecca’s face she felt a bit of glee. She knew Rebecca wasn’t afraid of her knife. She was, after all, dead. Elisa should know.
She eyed Rebecca and walked away. Really. How had this woman managed to catch and hold a man like Patrick Warren anyway? There was really nothing to recommend her, Elisa lamented as she looked over mother and daughter. They shared the same dirty blonde hair color that had popped up later in Rebecca’s only grandchild, Melinda. David’s was been similar, but Samuel shared the medium brown hair of Patrick.
Patrick Warren’s death was another death she didn’t regret. Though she hadn’t personally killed him, she had seen to it that he would die. He’d told her no. No one told her no.
And then, thirty-three years later history had repeated itself when Samuel Warren had rejected her. Why should she care about his pregnant wife? She’d dealt with that. Or she tried to. It wasn’t her fault that Ruth had failed.
She had almost killed Samuel for rejecting her, but she had decided that it would be far too generous. Kill him and he would join his father. He would never join his mother. The spell had assured that Patrick would never see his wife again, not even in death. That would teach him to reject her.
It was a slightly hallow victory since she couldn’t have him either, but she figured if she couldn’t have what she wanted, destroy it. She didn’t want Patrick to ever get his family back. And that is when she had thought of the perfect revenge.
The first thing she had done when Patrick had rejected her was find a way to hurt him. She had done so by causing his older son to be badly injured in an “accident” which, much to Elisa’s delight, had also caused young David to lose his eyesight.
Much to her annoyance, he hadn’t let that slow him down much, so when she decided to punish his brother it had only seemed fitting to include him when she cast her spell on his brother. If she had her way Patrick Warren would never see his family again.
Having spent too much time daydreaming about the past, Elisa looked down at Caroline cowering in Rebecca’s arms. It was indeed the most perfect revenge. No one ever turned her down.
“It’s time. Isn’t it?”
Elisa looked at her startled. In all the times she had come to taunt Rebecca, with all the screams she had elicited from Caroline, never once had Rebecca said anything. Now that she had, Elisa was puzzled by her words. “Time for what?”
Hugging her little daughter to her, Rebecca looked Elisa in the eye. Her ghostly form seemed to serve to enhance the glare in her eyes.
“Time for what?” Elisa repeated. Suddenly she needed to know what Rebecca meant. It was more than just curiosity. Rebecca knew something and Elisa had an idea it wasn’t just random. What else could make her talk after all this time?
Rebecca seemed content to just let Elisa wonder which only made Elisa mad. “You can’t just say that and not explain.”
Rebecca smoothed her hand down her daughter hair and rocked her in her arms. She looked so comfortable it made Elisa sick.
“Time for what?!” Elisa demanded.
Rebecca tilted her head to the side and an in an even tone she said five words. “Time for you to die.”