Baal-Berith's Bedtime Stories & Lullabies

Lark

"Alouette, gentille Alouette. Alouette, je te plumerai!" I heard a child sing from the far corner of the dinner as I sipped on my morning coffee. I read my news paper quietly before I looked up at a beautiful waitress who smiled paley at me.

"Can I get you anything sir." For awhile I didn't respond, I was hypnotized by her beautiful golden locks that she manage to frown and notice I was staring her down a bit to much. "Um, sir?" I snapped out of whatever I was on and looked at her.

"Um, black coffee with two cups of cream. A side order of a crossiant." Writting quickly and harshly on her notepad she looked back down at me.

"That's all?" She asked meekly, for a minute I thought she was hitting on me the way she looked at me. She almost looked as if she was pouting. "We have a meat special, everything meaty is twenty percent off." She licked her fang as she scanned me up and down. I sat in disgust as this want to be whore, excuse my frence, was hitting on me. I gave a meek smile as I turned down at my paper again.

"No, that is all." I closed my paper squinting as my contacts were bothering me some. For a moment I thought she frowned, if she did, I wouldn't care. I folded my paper as I was done reading it and went to my phone. My girlfriend decided to call me as I just was about to look over the Eagles and Patriots game. I groaned and answered her lowly. "Hello?"

"Chase! Did you see the game? Oh my god! They lost! They Lost!" I heard her laughing and running around in the background, I sat chuckling to myself. "Oh I recorded the game for you! So hurry up and get off of your lazy but and come home. I miss you." She weakly spoke as I could already tell she was pouting from the other end.

"I will Kacy, but for now, I am trying to get home as best as I could. The airport cut out all the planes and I took a stop at the diner's real quick before I ride on home. So be careful." I doubt she was going to be careful, she always breaks something in the house.

"Well okay... love you ba-" the call dropped and somehow there was no service. I frowned and tried call serveral times, but there was no service.

"The hell?" I looked over my shoulder and out the window, the service tower is not too far from here. Did the power shut out on it or something. I looked around the diner, it was empty. But the worst part is, the other family didn't leave. I got up from my seat and checked the front tables and where the waitress took orders. No one was around. "Hello?" I rang the bell but no one answered. Neither did I hear the clacking of the waitresses shoes. "The fuck?" I decided to go to my car, turning around I tried pushing the door open. It wouldn't budge for the life of me. Then in the blink of an eye the gate slammed down in front of me. I was now a caged animal, before I went to lift the gate I suddenly fell to the side. Like, all my body gave way. Before I fell, I saw the waitress giggle down on me.

What felt like hours, I woke up strapped to what seemed to be an operation table. I strained my body to get up but nothing budged or ripped. I looked on my left, the little boy sat directly in my face, face to face. Scaring the living shit out of me.

"Fuck!" I lifted my body somewhat off the table scared. He smiled and poked my forehead.

"Lark." He said sharply. Before he bopped me in the forehead with the butt of a dagger. "I shall pluck you." I stared confused, did this little boy do all this? "I shall pluck the feathers off your head... your neck... your back..." He pointed the dagger to my adam's apple while lifting my chin up. "Your throat..." He chuckled before he walked into the darkness, suddenly was replace by a rather large and inhuman being. It's face was charred and eyes droopy. Fingers long, boney, only dead or dying skin hanged from them.  He put a bloody finger to my lip and whispered.

"Little skylark, lovely little skylark. Little lark, I'll pluck your feathers off. I'll pluck the feathers off your head. I'll pluck the feathers off your head. Off your head - off your head. Little lark, little lark. O-o-o-o-oh. Off your beak. Off your neck. Off your back. Off your wings. Off your feet. Off your tail." He chuckled as he hovered above me with his butcher knife humming. "But first goes your head." With one swift swipe, I was truly dead.