Bathing in Blood

Bathing in Blood - Part 3

"Anna dear, I shall take the girl to the carriage. Would you please do something about the blacksmith? We can't have him telling tall-tales about his poor kidnapped niece."

"Certainly, Elizabeth. I shall take care of him right away."

Anna walked through the main room of the house, searching for the young blacksmith. She would be able to deal with him easily; a simple incantation to put him to sleep, and no issues would arise. Then she could return to the castle with Elizabeth and their pretty little guest.

"Good sir, where are you? I need to speak with you about your niece." Anna used her prettiest voice in the hopes of drawing the man out from wherever he was.

"Yes, Lady Darvulia, here I am." The man stepped out from the back room of the cottage, twisting the hem of his shirt. "Where, um, is my niece?"

Anna smiled, her white teeth flashing. "Your niece is with the Countess, of course. Do not worry about her."

"Yes... of course."

Anna eyed him carefully. He was a handsome young man... tall and strong, with a chiseled jaw and dark hair. Although men were not her preference, she decided that having a little fun with him would be of no consequence. Then she could cast her spell and return to Elizabeth.

"You seem nervous, sir," she chided, undoing the clasp on her velvet winter cloak. She set it on the chair, revealing a long, glittering black gown. The neckline was cut low, working to her advantage in this case.

"N-not at all, Lady Darvulai, and please call me Eduard." The man eyed her figure slowly, unable to disguise the lust he felt towards her.

"Eduard." She felt the name roll off of her tongue quite easily. "You may call me Anna."

She advanced towards the young man, like a leopard stalking an unsuspecting antelope. She loved the feeling that came with it; like a predator, powerful and dangerous. He looked wary of her, but did not back away as she came closer.

Anna slowly reached up and pulled the silver clasp that held her hair atop her head, letting her black tresses fall down her back. "You are very handsome, Eduard."

He didn't reply, only parted his lips a bit in surprise. Anna was only a foot away from him now.

"You want this, don't you?" She fluttered her eyelashes at him daintily. He didn't protest as she came even closer and slid her hand around the back of his neck. She leaned in the last few inches, teasing him, before pressing her lips to his.

After a few seconds he began to kiss back, wrapping his arms around her waist. She pulled him in towards her. Snaking her hands up into his hair, the kiss deepened. His eyes were closed, his breathing heavy, his hands traveling further down her back.

"Ah ah," she whispered, breaking away from him, "not yet, love."

"No?" he questioned, trying to kiss her again.

She only smiled in response. "That was wonderful, Eduard. But now I have something to say to you."

"What is that?" he growled, his arms still wrapped around her slim waist.

Anna closed her eyes and began to speak in a strange language. Her voice sounded shrill and hoarse at the same time.

"Da mihi animam suam, autem vecors, et dormiant somnum sempiternum, date mihi puellam."

Eduard took a step back, startled at her sudden change of tone. The words she spoke sounded angry, hateful even, and after she spoke them her eyes seemed to change. The warm black colour of her iris's faded away, and red took it's place. She seemed to glow with fire.

"Demon! Witch! Devil woman!" he cried, but it was too late. As she spoke the last of the words, his eyes closed, and just like his niece the man fell to the floor.

Anna bowed her head, watching the man's crumpled form. Her eyes returned to normal, her voice back to it's usual sweetness. "Goodnight Eduard. Sleep in peace, for peace is the last thing you will ever feel again."

Aha, they have kidnapped the blacksmith's daughter! But what will they do to her? Found out soon! Also, two things. One: the incantation is a rough translation (courtesy of Google Translate) from English to Latin. Two: I did some research and apparently a Lady is higher ranked than a Countess, which I did not know previously. Let's all pretend for the sake of the story that it's the other way around, thank you!