The icy snow fell around me.
My bare feet burned an icy burn.
It has been a day since I left the town. By now they’ll have their best searching for me. Searching for the poor eight-year-old little girl who has lost her way in the woods.
Hmph…
I ache for relief.
I’m so hungry.
The last time I ate was just before I arrived at this town. A traveling merchant was kind enough to offer me a very satisfying meal. It has kept me going for some time now, and with the help of an old caretaker in the village, I have been maintaining a bearable diet.
But at last my hunger has caught up with me.
So I escaped into the woods.
The wind here is frosty and the chill only makes my hunger grow.
It’s getting darker, but I can hear their men getting closer.
They must find me before they can no longer see.
I let out a scream; the scream of a poor distressed little girl.
I hear them shout, “Alison!”
They’re calling “my” name.
I screech back, “Help me, please!”
Soon I see three men emerging from the snow-covered trees. Together they have an axe, another axe, a sword, and a lantern.
The men look at me with relief and then at my clothes. Trudging through the wilderness has torn the outfit I was given to shreds.
I fall backward, fatigued, and cold.
The man with the sword takes a step forward.
Their looks of relief have turned to lustful, lingering looks.
I know what he’s thinking and I know what he plans to do.
The men with the axes both come toward me, their intentions only as pure as the first man’s.
In a matter of minutes the men have gone from being the heroic rescuers to animals themselves.
It’s truly pathetic.
Good thing I never needed saving.
All I wanted was a meal…
And it just arrived.
I spring from the ground landing right on the first man’s chest. I wrap my hands around his head, bend it backwards, and bite into his neck.
The men with the axes try to stop me, but they aren’t a threat. With the first man now on the ground, I pick up his body and fling him at his allies like the ragdoll he now is.
The body pins one of the men.
The other comes at me again with the axe.
He swings once before I break his arm.
He falls to his knees where I rip out his heart.
I kneel over his neck and rip open his flesh with my teeth, allowing myself too enjoy what his body offers me.
Blood trickles down my face and drips off my chin.
I’m bathing in the substance.
Savoring every bit of it.
“Help…” croaks the last axe man.
I crawl as devilishly and inhumanly as I possibly can over to him.
“Let me help you…” I whisper to him, some of his ally’s blood spraying from my mouth onto his face.
I gracefully put my hand on his head and brush his hair out of his eyes.
My hand rests on his neck.
I put my childish fingernails to his throat and pull his skin until it breaks.
Blood rushes from his neck and I quickly put my mouth over the open flow.
I drink the blood from his neck, slowly and gently.
The man is alive for most of the feed.
Three men now lay dead.
Drained of blood.
I’m in barely any clothes and what clothes I do have on are now completely drenched in blood.
I’ll need to bath in the next river I come across.
Until then…
Off to the next town…
