The cold night wind cut through Belle's skin like the knife clenched in her pale fist, whipping her mahoghany colored hair through the humid air. It smelled like rain, thunder roiled in the distance, creating the perfect cover for tonight's events.
Her bare feet padded across the damp summer grass, her lacey white night gown like ghostly whispers.
The woods were deathly still, the dense trees blocking out most of the wind's fury.
The shed sat in a cluster of oaks, only the barred door visible through the curling ivy and withered branches.
Faintly, a shrill cry echoed from within its depths, reverberating through the skeletal trees, Belle paused, holding her breath as she strained to hear any noise from the direction of the house.
After a few moments of silence, she continued to the door of the shed, gripping the knife's handle with white knuckles.
The door creaked open after it was released of its chains, revealing a yawning black stairwell into the ground, only wide enough to allow a single person through at any given time.
She took the torch from its holder and lit the oil soaked rags at the tip, it cast an eerie glow into the gloom.
"Daisy..." she whispered mockingly, "Daisy..."
The sobbing started up again, and Belle laughed quietly before decending into the dark, concealing the knife in the lacey folds of her night gown. She could just make out the pitiful shape of the girl, her trembling body pressed hard against he wall, Belle flashed her a smile, her teeth gleaming white in the blackness.
"I think," she murmured thoughtfully, "out of all of them, you were my favorite," she paused, clutching the knife harder, "but all good things must come to an end, I suppose."
Daisy began crying harder, her desperate tears leaving dirty smudges on her cheeks. "Please... Don't..."
Belle rushed at her pathetic figure, "Don't what?" she hissed, her fingers curling around her throat. "Do this?" she asked, plunging the knife into Daisy's shoulder. The girl let out an agonized screech as Belle wrenched the knife out and buried it to the hilt in Daisy's chest. She twisted the blade inside her ribcage, smiling as she heard the crunch of breaking bones.
"Oh dearest, having you not learned anything? No one tells me what to do," she murmured as Daisy's last breath rushed from her body, her eyes glazing over.
Belle let the body slide to the ground with a wet thud, the corpse speckled with crimson droplets.
She looked down at her own body, and groaned when she saw the scarlet splatters on her white nightgown.
"Papa's going to kill me when he finds out..."
She wiped her red hands on the already bloodstained garment, before undoing the lacings and pulling it up over her head. She dropped it ontop of the dead girl's face, standing shivering in her scandalously thin undergarments, which had thanksfully not been touched by the red that plagued the rest of her skin like a brand.
"I guess that will have to do," she mused, taking hold of the knife and wrenching it from Daisy's flesh with another bone shattering crunch.
"You know, I was always jealous of you. You had everything I didn't; love, acceptance, a mother. But at least now I am no longer jealous," she giggled, "no one would be in your circumstances..." her laugh echoed through the walls as she returned to the surface, leaving her ghostly words alone with the dead, tainting the air and seeping into the roots of the withered trees, like the rain that was now falling steadily to the ground.
