The Last Lajablesse

The Last Lajablesse

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(This story is completed) Lajablesse also known as La Diablesse is a character from Caribbean folklore. She is always described the same way a beautiful woman with a broad brimmed hat and a long white dress meant to hide the fact that one of her feet is in fact a cloven hoof. She is particularly fond of attending belle air dances and can be seen at night in the forest or on lonely roads after festivities where she entices stray men. Men who fall victim to Lajablesse are always found the next day at the bottom of a precipice with their neck broken. Who and what Lajablesse is varies between stories. Sometimes she's a witch who has made a pact with the devil, sometimes she's a demon, and often she is the ghost of a woman who was wronged or killed by a man. Her stories are typically told from the perspective of the victim or an outside observer so I thought it would be fun to see what a story would look like from her perspective.
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(74,890 words) The wind rushed past me as my wings beat against the night sky. I noticed a copse of trees up ahead. I slowed to a stop, talons clutching a low-hanging branch. I looked beyond the trees and a pair of glowing golden eyes met my own. Wolf eyes. My eyes widened in fear as I took off. I dodged the trees in my path, but one branch snapped on my wing. My vision blurred, pain lacing through my wing. I continued to flap my wings, clinging desperately to the notion I would make it out alive. More than one wolf was chasing me, their paws a staccato on the ground. They would catch up. They would devour me. I tried to stay in the air, but the pain was unbearable. I fell to the ground, fluttering down like a dead leaf. I snapped my eyes open. Breathing heavily, I sat up. My room shifted in and out of focus as my eyes adjusted. When I was little, my father always told me that dreams were just my imagination, that people were never chased by wolves, and people certainly could never be birds. Vera Stone is a seventeen-year-old girl who lives in a small Louisiana town by the bayou. Small, boring, where nothing ever happens. Or so she and her friends think. One night the hidden darkness surrounding their town and their lives comes to the surface. Will Vera and her friends figure out the secrets hidden through their town's history before it's too late?

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