A Deal with the Devil

Chapter 9

Changing Branwen into a raven wasn't enough for her. Where did the pleasure she felt killing her parents go? This question has been running through Mara's mind for days. She had missed the pleasure of control, and above all the enjoyment of feeling the final breath of the victim. "Am I going crazy? She thought. I killed father and mother for avenging Willow, I did what I had to do..." But the temptation was too strong. She wanted to feel these sensations again. Disrupted, she decided to go to Willow's grave. On the road, she stopped by the old church. Her thoughts made her be in a trance, and violently, she threw a Victorian vase which were put on her side, on a half-damaged altar. As she yelled of fury, the storm rumbled just like the rage which was increasing inside of her. She focused on a run-down chair, and almost immediately, it disappeared in the same black mist that changed Branwen. Taken by surprise, she tried to focus on a pilaster, but this time, the column caved in. Ecstatic, she played with her power, now fully controlled, during hours and hours. Then, she decided to reach the city to join a ball. Everybody knew what happened to her family, so drawing attention was simple. After dancing a waltz with a three-piece suit dressed young man, Mara invited him to follow her in a more private room. There, she started to come nearer to the boy bewitched by her beauty and her grace. While she was kissing him, the guy closed his eyes, maybe to enjoy even more the contact of her thin lips against his. Taking advantage of this moment with abandon; she took off the gloves she was wearing, letting appear the cracks of her skin, and put her hands around his neck. Immediately, the boy opened his eyes again, dumbstruck, but it was too late. Mara grinned at him, and pressed harder her hands, admiring him suffocate little by little, just as she had done with her mother. Finally, she could feel that incredible sensation of destruction again! The young boy stopped to breath, expired too fast for Mara's taste. The corpse; let on the floor, disappear in a dense fog. Nobody ever knew what happened to Thomas Andrew, the young boy who disappeared from Bakewell...