(Complete)
(Really old work, will contain inconsistencies and errors)
(Work Dated: April 2018)
An old factory stands tall and alone in a barren field. A sprawling family manor was recently renovated into an international hotel. With its quaint stree...
Firenze felt a soft breeze blowing across his face, ruffling his hair fondly. He felt something pricking his back, rather a whole lot of somethings extending all the way from his neck to his calves.
Barry's chanting began again in the background.
Rye Dame, Rye Dame,
Where are you?
Child of sorrow,
Maid of rue~
His eyelids were still closed, and the headache returned in full fury. He felt as if he were sleeping on a bed of pins. The flavor of the apple he had eaten while he was waiting for Neil still lingered on his tongue, along with the taste of blood. He hadn't eaten anything since.
And his stomach growled with all the fury of a werewolf.
A soft singing began from somewhere to his right; the voice was female. The sound was sweet as sugar.
"Well done! You have such a beautiful voice. Shame that you're made to stay indoors when you should be singing at the country fair."
"Doctor, will I be better soon?"
Father's darling. . .
"It's just a disease, little robin, you'll soon be better than before! I will be prescribing two medicines for you-"
Turned sacrificial lamb. . .
"Take the one in the red bottle twice a day, one in the morning and the other at night. If the itching is too much, take a spoonful of the one in the white bottle. And eat well, don't starve yourself and grow thin like Gabriel."
Yourblood as token,
for bread and ham.
The girl laughed; her fingernails involuntarily raked across her skin.
"I won't, Doctor, thank you so much!"
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