The Woman in Black sat on her giant stone throne in the dank crypt she called a palace, her minions lay before her, sleeping. She watched as their bodies tossed and turned, covered in sweat. Their fingers crept along their moist flesh in what she could sense was a mixture of pleasure and torture.
She had given them eternal life, but in their rest death and decay still flowed through their bodies.
They were weak, but in time they would grow stronger. In time they would be able to build the kingdom she desired, that she deserved!
"Awake!" Her booming voice echoed through the crypt.
Her followers sat up, slowly, glancing at her as a newborn baby would its mother.
"My children." She held out her arms, the cloak falling from her body leaving her exposed. "You are weak."
Carefully she stepped from her throne, and into the sea of people.
"Please, help us." One of her followers, a young man, reached out to her, his hand grasping for her.
"I will my children. I will." She looked towards the dark tunnel that lead into her stone palace. "Bring the gift!"
A young man, clad in a black robe that hid his face, but little else, led another young man, fully clothed, but battered and torn, into the room.
The woman walked towards her prey, watching as the homeless boy’s eyes gazed over her naked flesh. She smiled. He would not run. He was to intrigued, excited.
She touched the side of the boy’s cheek, her fingers wiping the dirt and grime from his skin. The boy was pitiful. He couldn’t be any older than seventeen, maybe eighteen.
Her smile grew, barring her teeth.
"Bleed him!"
Her follower squeezed the homeless boy’s arm, yanking him towards the front of the room. The boy struggled, knocking away his captor's hood.
"Harvey, cover yourself." The woman ran towards Harvey, throwing the hood back over his head.
Harvey bowed.
"I’m sorry mistress." His voice was quivering with fear.
She grabbed the homeless boy by the throat and lifted him from the floor.
"He will do nicely." She brought his face close to his. "Your sacrifice will help my kingdom thrive. Be proud boy."
She tossed the boy to her followers. The group surrounded him, circling the boy like a hungry pack of wolves.
"Get the hell away from me!" The boy was a crying mess, attempting to break through the circle, to find a way out.
A woman reached out, scratching his arm, drawing blood. She squealed with delight, rubbing the hot red liquid on her face and neck.
"I can feel his life force! It’s so strong!" She moaned, her body quaking.
"When can I join them mistress?" Harvey did not look up at the Woman in Black while he spoke.
"Soon, my child. You must complete your task at hand first, and then you shall join us in eternal bliss." She stroked Harvey’s cheek, and then placed her hand on his bare chest.
She smiled. She was tempted to rip out his heart, to steal his youth for herself, but Harvey was useful. He could still move through Spirit Lake without drawing attention to himself.
She walked back to her throne and sat, crossing her legs. She watched as her children began the ritual of bleeding their latest meal.
She closed her eyes, the sounds of the homeless boy’s cries giving her comfort. Her moment would come soon, and then she could move to the surface. Spirit Lake would be hers.
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