Fiction| Dark Fantasy| Undead| 100 by 100
#42 — A Red Wedding
This groom got more than he bargained for…
This is a side-story spawned from my The Kraken Lore and TFT Trove Mash-up here.
Merita had always dreamed that her wedding would be the happiest day of her life.
A white dress, a dashing young husband who would make her happy — she was fighting back tears of joy as her father walked her down the aisle to her groom — her Edward.
But almost immediately after returning home to his grand estate, Merita found herself dragged down the stairs into the cellar, clasped in irons, beaten, and worse.
He had needed a wife so as not to arouse suspicion. The locals were growing suspicious with each week that another person went missing.
He had started with a little bloodletting, which he would collect in a silver goblet, swirling it around like a fine wine before drinking it. He was always careful not to kill her; he was not in the business of granting immortality, he would always say.
Merita had thought she would grow to love him. Now she could only hate him.
It had taken weeks, but she had peeled a rather large splinter of wood from the nearby post where she was chained to the iron stove. Over days of picking at it with her broken and bleeding nails, she had finally managed to work it free.
Using the embers left within the stove, she was able to harden the edges of the splinter into a sharp point — sharp enough to pierce the skin, she hoped.
She would kill that evil vampire she married, or she would die trying!
She heard the front door open and she steeled herself…
Smillew Rahcuef is a master of motivation! I looked to Lauren Salas for some deliciously dark, gothic inspiration, but, this piece was written primarily for Rayne Sanning. I hope you appreciate the ghost more now, Rayne! ❤
