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There is nothing in the dark that was not there in the light.
The following is written by: Pamela Pietragalla

Drawing by Jason
Chapter One "Sarah"
Page 4

These wart-nosed, gap-mouthed, lice infected foul beings were preparing to force themselves on to upon this unearthly belle. Climbing inside of Sarah distressful spirit pains me. I start to breathe deeply and sweat.
That intense fear of death and the dirty feeling of being violated force her to close her tearful eyes tight. Sarah then slips into unconsciousness.
Every fiber within me unravels into a fit of rage as I get closer to this disgusting scene. The first one sees me coming, and for a fraction of a second, he thinks that I am another wrench to vent sport with.
Seeing me coming toward them, they put the unconscious Sarah down against a red brick wall. Sarah's head slumps forward draping her radiant red hair covering her face.
While they approach me. The larger one of the two draws a sword. Then he says,
"I want her first!"
Obliging his last request, I quickly take his sword and swiftly decapitate him. His head makes a plopping sound splashing into a puddle of mud. Then his headless body buckles at the knees and collapses onto the cobblestone street twitching.
The other men seeing his co-patriot dismembered and bloody stands in defiance. I look deep into his drunken eyes and smile. He in return gives me a very confounded stare.
Instead of being frightened as he hoped, he now sees my intent and panics. Then quickly brandishing a small knife as if he would skewer me, his hand uncontrollably shakes. Moonlight shines off the pointy blade as he begins to jab the knife at me.
I insanely laugh at his efforts. This cosmic laugh provides a symphonic, hideous and cacophonous melody that echoes overhead. The village people have come accustomed to these bellows, as have the wolves.
The wearisome drunk is startled when he sees Ivan and his pack beginning to gather behind him.
The eerie melody continues to ring threw the village, summoning my wrath of death. The noticeably inebriated man's teeth chatter while he defecates shaking with fright. He is surly a half-witted fool. In a motion swifter than an eye could follow, I am next to him. Breaking his arm in the process, I snatch the knife away from him. He begs for mercy while moaning in agony.
The once abductor, now pleads like a child. However, nothing could dissuade me from my fury. It was almost as the air itself has become thicken with my ire. I then approach this repellent man with his own knife. He could see the malevolence in my eyes. He begins to shrink away from me in full terror, at least as far as the wall behind him would allow.
Then remembering what they had in mind for Sarah, in one vicious movement I cut his throat and then shove him. Spewing blood, from in-between his fingers that grasp around his own throat he lands on his arse.
I kick him over to one side and then seductively call him a few of my favorite pet names. He sits back up. With his pain filled demising eyes, the dying toad sways side to side as the blood then begins to spurt out from in-between his fingers. His grip loosens from around his neck and he falls to one side.
By now, I was satisfied to leave him to die in his own puddle of blood. Besides, Ivan and his pack's saliva dripping teeth could not wait any longer to tear into these toads! Reaching down carefully picking up my beautiful Sarah, I quickly leave to bring her home.
I have always admired Sarah's stunning purity ever since she was a young belle. I remember just the other night, I saw her singing and spinning around in circles dancing under the twinkling stars. She is something that I once was, and I can not understand how I ignored my obvious attraction. Sarah did worry me at times that she might be going insane. I have heard her whispering to herself about playing a very strange imaginary game. A secrete game that was only being played in her mind.
She surly would have been married if she were not so imaginative. I would look into her dreams regularly. Fulfilling dreams, I am no longer fortunate to have because of my transformation.
I was very quiet entering her house and stepped lightly so not to wake her sleeping parents. With Sarah still unconsciousness, I carried her into her bedroom and took her cloths off. Softly placing her head on the pillow, I then laid her limp body on the bed. I then covered her with a wool blanket.
While watching her sleep, I noticed a book lying on a small table next to her bed. I put the book in her hands as if she fell asleep reading it.

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written by:Pamela Pietragalla

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