Lady of the Night
As told by Mercy at Deadmen Tales . Standing she walks gracefully towards the fire and holds her hands out near the flames but felt no heat. She looked around at everybody. “This is not silly pirate story or a story about kings and queens or royal fleets. This story is about the Lady of the Night. First let me begin with what I am now. For you will have a better understanding when I tell you how I became what I am today.” He gripped my arm, it tempered me, and interrupted me pulling up the black stockings I wore a few hours ago. He squeezed hard; I could feel it through my thin arm to my bone. I stopped with my stocking as he glared at me, afflicted, his mouth opened, but the noise was silent aside from a struggling inhale of high-pitched grunts. His eyes glazed, and they pleaded for me to save him from me. That I couldn’t do, but I gave him what he needed, to be noticed by me, and so I waited with him as the last of his blood pulsed from his neck, soaking the pillow and