Heinrich

[Matheus 559]

The guise of undeath proves fruitful in conjuring lust from distraught hearts.

 

“Ooh.. my beloved... Why did you leave me to rot alone and forlorn.. “ A weary voice called for what was inhumed beneath the grave.

 

Sobs rocked the brittle frame that belonged to the pleading woman.

 

Mabel’s tears slid across her haggard cheeks, trekking through the wrinkles formed in her skin. Her eyes were set upon a meticulously arranged grave-offering that sat atop a sheet of stone, and beneath it, was who she yearned to receive it.

 

The grave stone read, ‘ In loving memory of Heinrich, who perished in the year XXXX’’

 

She sat in silence, face still directed at the ground.

 

Time passed. The wind blew. The bald branches, painted nearly grey by lunar light, shook to and fro. Her frame rose, a sigh escaping her. She whisked the watery residue that the tears left in its messy escape from their maker and finally stood. With spine crooked, she began to hobble off. The underside of her cane dirtied more with grave soil at each step of the way.

 

As she tapped away throughout her travel to the road, a sound not produced by her cane caught her by the ear. She turned to the source, thereafter, her sight was greeted by a fair display

 

Golden locks flowed from its top. Its existence was that of pure art, she thought. Dazzling blues, ones that could outshine the lush brilliance of sapphires. Her thoughts murmured of how she was going delirious, or that perhaps tears clogged her vision and the shape to her front was nothing more than a mass of coincidental colors that formed the figure.

 

She wiped her eyes, still astonished, still unbelieving of her sight.

 

In soon time, however, her mind regained ground. Her unsteady hobbles commenced once more, head dipped low.

 

“Wait,” the ravishing enigma loosed from its lips.

 

“Mabel, I have come to take you with me.”

 

The elderly woman’s mind began to process the enigma’s statement, expression spontaneously crumbling under the duress of sudden realization.

 

Her parched lips opened to let an airy “..What?” bellow from her throat. And with that inquiry, her strength left with it. No longer able to coil her fingers around the curve of the cane, her body fell forth from the lack of balance to hold it upright. The dashing man sprinted to the location of her falling stature, curbing her body before it struck the ground. Arms wrapped around her frail back, he began to usher a few words to “calm” her.

 

“You will be coming with me now, Mabel. Loneliness will no longer damn your mind.”

 

The aged woman, with her face still glued to the being's chest, started to whimper. A happy whimper it was. And a happy whimper born it was for the sole purpose of being squashed by the colossal weight of truth.

 

The enigma that was pre-convincingly Heinrich in Mabel’s mind drew its maw wide. Rendered sightless  by the slovenly coat that her face was tucked against, she did not see the unearthed horror that was the enigma. Drops of drool seeped into her hoary mess of hair. But the moment she dared look up, the being’s teeth raked her countenance until it was nothing more than a collection of streaming blood and prickly skin.

Mabel was no more. Her gentle yet wise existence had been consumed. Her body lain across the ground, attire sullied by the grave soil that composed the cemetery, was left alone.  And thus she left for her new home.

 

[This is just something I wrote up for practice. It is in no way related to LOTC.]

[Balthasar 2497]

Pretty damn good!

[Paleo 298]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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