Chapter 2
I came downstairs from my room and into the living room to hear Hale asking ridiculous questions about this Bloody Mary crap. Not that I really wanted to talk about her or this stupid family story but at least he could ask educated questions that deserved answers.
"So what, she eats your brain like some old ass zombie chick? Or is she a vampire? If she is, does she have disco balls for breasts and spits glitter from her vagina? Or is she like a herbivore werewolf that only eats small animals?"
"Stop insulting the story with bad movie characters," I sighed pushing him over so I could sit next to Ezra. I told Ezra the story already and I knew he didn't want to relive that. It took him time to believe me and when he came to, he completely distance himself from me for two months.
"So what's the story," Hale asked. "Ezra and I need a good laugh."
"I already know the story, dude," Ezra stated guiltily. "She told it to me a couple months ago."
Hale was shocked and a little unhappy about that bit of information. "It would've been nice to know? Why did you never tell me?" He asked Lucy but she just shook her head trying to find the words.
"I waited a year before telling Ezra," I defended Lucy in her mute moment. "I wanted to be sure that he wouldn't break up with me if he found out about who I really was. She probably would've told you in a few days."
"How about telling me when we have that 'getting to know you' portion of our relationship?"
"Because you would've thought me crazy," Lucy said getting a little tired of feeling like the bad guy. "If I told you that I was a descendant of one of Mary's last victims, would you have believed me?"
"Wait, what? You're like related to someone she slaughtered?" He asked but didn't give her time to answer. He turned to me with the same flabbergasted look on his face. "Are you a victim descendant too?"
I thought about lying but quickly went against it. "No, worse. I'm a straight descendant of Mary herself."
Hale contemplated on that for a moment. "Huh. So... you are like the great, great, great granddaughter of a psychotic woman and child killer and you are the great, great, great, great granddaughter of one of her victims?"
"Her last victim," Lucy corrected. "After the victim had the baby, Mary took her life. Her name was Madeline."
"And as if you didn't know, Mary was a murderer. Her last name was Marilyn and she killed young girls and women to keep her youth."
"So... uhh- I mean- well then." Hale stammered over a few swear words before gathering him freaked out calm. "How do you know this? Who told you?"
"It's sort of passed down from generation to generation," I said opening the table drawer beside the couch. "This book was written by someone who witnessed the entire calamity. She took record of the number of murders she made and how she did it. She wrote about how youthful she looked when she died even though she was truly over one hundred years old.
Every look she made while she was killing the victims and bathing in her blood-"
"Please skip to the part when you find out that you are related to them."
I stared absently at him before returning to the book. "I'll read the last two entries of the book then." I began reading and the entire house fell silent. Not a spider nor atom moved as I started reading her last and final movements of her story.
The Killings and Pleasure of Bloody Marilyn
Victim 55
It has been weeks since I've been upon Mary and her dark and mysterious ways. It seems that she has finally slowed herself down and is only consuming what she needs. Not that I am okay with that either but it is better than what she would bleed daily. I had to stop documenting her for a while because of the gruesome executions that she took part of. The cutting apart and putting the pieces into her victorian styled bathing tub. Hanging the girls from their feet and slicing small incisions over veins and arteries until the bled over her.
Today, Marilyn had captured one of the strongest of the girls in the village, Madeline. I couldn't believe that she had finally found her and was strong enough and able to even touch the young girl. She had just since had a baby and was safe and hidden beyond the village walls. My guess is that Mary has became younger and quite supernatural in her lifetime. She didn't look over seventy years old despite the fact that she was in her eighties. But she looked as if she was in her mid twenties.
"You have almost escaped me, my youthful beauty," Mary evilly sang as she watch Madeline wither and wriggle away from her touch. "But you can't hide from me my love. You're powers whisper to me your thoughts and every move."
"Let me be, please," Madeline whimpered trying to plead her way through this. I've seen young women plead until they were death to no avail. "Don't do this Mary. We were friends. Just stop please."
Mary laughed and slapped the girl's face. "You were not my friend! You turned the town against me! You made them think I was a monster when you are the witch."
"You killed my sister! I had no choice."
"You could've lied!" Mary gained her composer before she prematurely murdered Madeline.
"She was a witch and they were going to kill her anyway. Just like they would've killed you if they found out. I'm just... speeding up the process."
"I'm warning you-"
"You warning me," Mary exclaimed. "You're the one on the damn table. You're the one dying tonight, not me."
Madeline thought abut her words and kept with them. "You can't believe that nothing will happen to your by killing two witches, can you," her words were entrapping and I even thought this was a mistake."
"Are you threatening me, witch? It will not end for you if that is a threat."
Madeline wriggled around in her straps again before finally calming down. "Kill me if you must, Melinda Marilyn. But do remember that killing two blood witches will only bring a cursed life. You will live for eternity in the worst possible way."
And with those last words, Madeline's throat was slit and drained into a silver pail under the table. "I will live forever. Goodbye Madeline," Mary whispered. Blood splattered her face and she reveled in the feeling and smeared it all over her face.
Victim 56
Sad to say that this time, Marilyn is the victim. She asked me to her home to witness her death. And this was a death I didn't want to see. She was supposed to be hanged and buried. But the townfolk wanted her to see her death. And I did not think that was a good idea.
"You have done many things, Melinda Marilyn. But killing my two loving daughters-"
"Your daughters were witches," Marilyn sneered blood smearing her lips and face from the older town women. "Your daughters were the devil's kin. I just freed the world from-"
"You shut your mouth, demon!" The town mayor, Madeline's father, was livid and went to strike the foul beast but stopped himself. "I will let God deal with your descretions. Bring the mirrors. Her soul will be kept here, where she can do no harm. Burn her bones!"
"But I will not die, Mayor! I will not yeild until I am immortal and-"
"Cease your words you beast! You will never be immortal!"
"But I will be! Three times or more will your children and children's children speak my name and I will come for them, take over their bodies and live through them. Me and the ones that died by my hand! Even my secret daughter will be cursed. My soul will be dispursed through those mirrors and I will live on! Beware, you will fall before me! And your descendants will kill for me!"
The mayor himself kicked away the barrel she that standing and a light hint of blood splattered on him. They all watched as she suffocated and the life drained from her eyes.
Only I could see what she meant when she said her soul was being tranferred into the mirrors. A piece of her soul was taken in by each intricately designed mirror and the deed was done. She was gone and in her death she started her curse with me and Melinda's first born child.
But because of the scars that she alone draped my face with, I was safe from her wrath. And I wanted to make sure no one had to reach her wrath again.
