Hello readers! Today we have another short story. The prompt is actually the prologue for my book Blood Slave! J It’s not the original prologue that I had in mind, but I think it makes for a better beginning. So, here it is!

            Lisia practically skipped down the trail to the small clearing in the woods. She held the note in her hand and read it again in the dying light.

            “I cannot hold my feelings back anymore. There is something I must tell you and I can’t do it inside the castle. It is too important to tell in a note. Meet me at the first clearing in the woods where the mulberry trees grow at dusk.

Your secret admirer.”

           Anticipation coursed through her veins. She had never left like this before. She reached the clearing and didn’t see anyone but the hairs on her neck raised. She felt a presence at her back and turned to see nothing there. The smile fell from her face and the last rays of sunlight died. She backed up and fell. A sharp crack quickly broke the silence of the forest and a hooded figure emerged from the trees.

           He whipped the hood back revealing his handsome face creased in anger as he held up a lantern to see Lisia’s head resting on a rock. Blood starting to drip to the ground.

            “Now what?” he yelled, frustrated.

            “She’s still useful, Kieran,” whispered the she-demon into his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

            “I know… but…”

            “You were going to kill her anyway. What does it matter?” she asked.

            “Well… I was… hoping…” He couldn’t finish his sentence. He couldn’t say it out loud.

            “What? Have some fun with her before…? HAHAHAHA.” The she-demon laughed manically than abruptly stopped.

“Here’s something you need to remember. Whether you have fun or not you are following my orders and the faster you fulfil my orders the faster you will learn. If you truly wish to have fun, I can tell you, I am an excellent partner,” she said, with her nose practically touching his and her fingernails caressing his chin.

He looked at her with wide eyes then kissed her, hard. He could hear her chuckling and he deepened the kiss drawing blood from his own lips. She pushed him away while keeping her hand on his chest, and he could see the insanity in her eyes.

“Don’t touch me again unless I say so,” she said through clenched teeth.

She disappeared into the darkness of the forest and he looked at the body of the girl, blood still pouring out of her cracked skull.

“Well, how am I supposed to get her back to the carriage now?”