Blood is much more than just smelling thick liquid running through our bodies rust preventing our suffocation. His particular color, a product of its various components gives silent testimony to our essence, present in this precious element.
In this way, as was its main task to bring our first breath, just take our last breath to each cell before being stopped forever in our veins ...
.... I was only aware of this in a terrible manner on the worst day of my life. -
I wait patiently in the underground vaults of Windmour when I meet with the cause of the strange and brutal deaths that have taken place in the village. The only thing that can be heard down here is the gasp of my breath, low visibility is provided by a candle that can be turned off at any time.
Road side to side trying to make the wait more tolerable as long as my mind moves at the time that this chain of events began ...
I had to leave the big city and head to the town of Windmour at the request of the local mayor as one of the most powerful old had been missing for several days.
I arrived at night and stayed in the house of an old acquaintance named Leola. That night I dreamed
what many would call a premonition and what I call a match because they do not believe in destiny, I dreamed of moving along a stone path leading to an old mill and that each step he took a small daisies bloom red. Then faced with what looked like a body without skin and twisted arms and began to say my name ... Neil
..... ....
Leola's wife was calling me, it was morning and there was light enough to take a small breakfast and left in search of clues that lead me to the whereabouts of the elderly.
asked some local people and soon I got was that the old woman had gone to the home of Malinor, the wealthiest families of the people, to collect a message. After noon I went to the house Malinor to ask for the old, which would not give a reason. The mansion staff was busy preparing for the arrival of the youngest daughter of the family, a capricious woman named Grace. I
Butler closed the door of the gate in his face and continued to be engaged in the preparations as I took a detour through the walls that lined the mansion.
was then climbed a small hill and saw the same mill in ruins I had seen in my dream. When I went on, Leola met halfway. He was very nervous, ran to meet me when he saw me and asked me to follow him.
I took the road leading to the entrance of the mill and in the doorway, lying on the ground was the body of one who should be the old woman disappeared, had a few cuts on her wrists so deep that arm to lift his inert hand was hung from a thin piece of muscle. Was fully bled and small drops of blood around the body, decorating the road as if they were small and deformed flowers.
The news of the death of the dear old woman ran fast between the common people who immediately went into mourning. On the third day of the funeral took place finding, for which makeover cuts on the wrists and the bluish color of the skin of the elderly. There was moaning cries, tears and confusion in the atmosphere of the town, and I found myself caught by it.
I felt that this crime should not go unpunished and I stayed to catch the murderer, not only because people asked me the people but also their own initiative.
After the funeral and that the old woman was buried in the crypt of Windmour, I started to find clues in the mill land to the west side of the mansion Malinor. The next piece of the puzzle came from the east side of the mansion where peasants worked the land, while one of them was digging with a spade, took the unusual discovery that the earth was bleeding and went to call his companions to be witnesses. Among all began digging and found half of what was undoubtedly the body of a young woman, her left side, and I immediately called to investigate.
She had apparently been cut by the cruel method of the mountain, suspended in the air upside down, while the blood was accumulating in his head his cruel executioner began to cut from the crotch to the crown head. The scariest thing was knowing that she had been aware of such a monstrous pain as indicated by the half of his face that we had, and confirmed the other half which was recovered by the peasants in the evening after digging even deeper.
"Another horrible crime in a few days," murmured the crowd as soon as the news of the young. The body was sewn joining the left and right side again before placing in the coffin, the townspeople were outraged, and I was beginning to find the common point between the two deaths: the proximity of the mansion Malinor.
I told him my suspicions and his wife, Leola, and they agreed, revealing that Grace, the youngest daughter was a woman Malinor enjoyed sadistic beating and torturing her servants to punish them. Leola and his wife were ordered to spread the rumors of my suspicions, and after a few days all the people vilified and cursed the Malinor, especially Grace.
Despite the pain of the people, the same pompous Grace announced a party at the mansion to introduce her future husband with whom she had been engaged since childhood, the townspeople felt indignant. The Duke of Windmour
, Lord Malinor always supported the people and insisted on stopping the party, but Grace ignored requests from his father and continued actively engaged in its idea. Leola
told me Lord Malinor that the capital was always in response to the king and for this reason the relationship with his daughter Grace was almost zero, but instead, he was always aware of the eldest daughter in Cinthya whom she adored. Leola and his wife were convinced that loneliness was the result of cruelty in Grace.
The night before the feast of Grace Malinor, while dining with his wife Leola and the invitations came to the said party. Leola took them and was about to throw fire but his wife stopped him and convinced us that this was an opportunity to investigate the Malinor. Of course she refused to join because they considered it an affront to the recently deceased. That night I dreamed
who entered the house and saw Malinor as a soft color sheets fell from the window on the fourth floor which is just above the entrance of the building. Hidden by the darkness of the fourth-floor room, looked a shadow dressed in what appeared to be a party dress and appeared to have thrown the sheets. As they fell, black spots appeared on the fabric of the sheets and were extended to all black staining.
Upon waking, I had the vague feel of a murder.
The party took place that night and had little help from the village, but with great participation by the nobles of other regions. Leola was lost from sight to few minutes to go. Grace made an elegant entrance hall, located on the second floor above the entrance of the building, all raised their glasses to receive it, then who would be presented to her future husband. It was evident that there was little the love that existed between them, people even commented that the man was considered a nuisance by Grace itself.
A small group of guests left early, including the Duke of York, Lady Phaedra Windmour and Countess of Warwick.
The butler, an old stale, despite the deal on addressing the guests, kept looking from one side to another, wringing her hands and he looked sweaty. Came and went again and again the room.
The eldest daughter of the Malinor, Cinthya was a nice girl and full of life, was the heart and soul of the party and did not stop dancing, even though its already remarkable state of pregnancy.
When I was about to fall asleep on a couch next to the snack table, I enter the old butler trembling, approached Grace and whisper in her ear that caused both quickly leave the room without going unnoticed. I also realized that the fiance had disappeared from the scene.
The party continued with the upbeat rhythm that had but suddenly heard a deafening scream while something heavy was seen falling to the garden through the windows Hall of the party, making a popping sound as it falls.
I went to several guests at the origin of the cry, the kitchen, just as the Lady Malinor and several of her women fainted in the doorway of the kitchen. Inside was commented by Lord Malinor the few guests who managed to stay in touch, legs and arms bent at impossible angles to a normal joint, and a thin brass scissors stuck in his throat.
out the curious and made sure that will take women who had fainted in a room where they could wake up comfortably. Then I went to the spot where he fell whatever had been thrown during the feast, and I realized with horror who was destined to be the husband of Grace, his neck broken, probably by the fall. His legs had been crushed to crush the bones and they just left hanging, bloody skin, forming a jelly bag.
With the help of some men took out the bodies and the guests passed out by such scenes before the butler stale throw us out into the street and deny us the opportunity to investigate what happened.
My research was at a standstill.
At the time the bodies buried in the crypt of Windmour, Leola suggested I write down all the details of the crimes and my research, and that case charged always with me.
For a while Grace was not to be seen, and the fact that the murders ceased even more convinced the crowd that she was to blame, though things seemed to have calmed down, the fear was still latent in the crowd.
Yesterday, Leola and his wife convinced me to accompany them to the church despite my lack of faith, of course I took with me my research papers, the common people began to consider myself a useless ... and I agreed.
The priest's words took me to a state of reverie that was interrupted when he was about to close my eyes definitely, that was also the moment when the priest had blessed the wine and the wafer and was about to call people to come. An eerie silence filled the sacred edifice.
completely opened my eyes and looked at the entrance, which was where everyone was focusing his attention. There was Grace
the old butler, she moved as if to receive communion while the old stayed at the entrance. Everyone watched in amazement and intrigue walk.
Grace passed the priest, he clapped his hands and made this throw the cup of wine and the hosts consecrated at the dusty floor.
All devotees stood up and yelled at him to leave, but Grace was more far: moved to the large crucifix behind the altar and spat at the feet of Christ. These rose
ready to attack her, but the lady intervened and managed to contain Fedra the minds of the hysterical crowd before they close enough to Grace. The old butler arrived with her love through the crowd, took her by the hand and was threatening to iron his staff who dared to attack. Thanks to the lady
Fedra, Grace left the church without a scratch, but the crowd followed her outside and began throwing stones found on the floor as Grace and her butler had gone to transportation.
The crowd and I went back inside the church, there I realized that at some time after the appearance of Grace, I lost the papers with my research.
Last night the townspeople and the mayor had an emergency meeting which called for the banishment of Grace. All agreed, but before giving effect to the lady intervened and argued Fedra for claiming their status Grace insane because of his loneliness and death of her father and her future husband. Although few were satisfied with the defense of the Lady Phaedra, no one lifted a finger to get to Grace Village.
remember the dream I had, which is why I am in the crypts of Windmour now. I dreamed of all my research papers scattered on the floor la cripta, como si me trazaran un camino. Al despertar no le di importancia a lo que había soñado, sintiéndome verdaderamente fracasado.
Esta mañana Leol llegó corriendo a la sala de estar donde meditaba mi investigación y lo poco que le entendí en su aterrado hablar fue que lo siguiera rápidamente a la iglesia; no dude en seguirlo.
Al llegar, los que ya estaban presentes, al igual que yo, no sabían como reaccionar y estábamos a punto de llegar al pánico colectivo. De todos los crímenes que presencié, fue el más horrible.
Cinthya Malinor, la hermana mayor de Grace se encontraba sentada en una de las primeras filas de la iglesia. Habían usado en ella una droga para dormir o se had passed, in any case was regaining consciousness and began to describe what I felt in the midst of rambling.
described a feeling of emptiness, unimaginable pain and something warm belly flowed wetting her legs and splashing the floor.
The truth is that had lost much blood, his stomach had been slit and he was completely open, and the ground was what had been his baby, cut into pieces that spilled unclean by the stone floor.
Nobody knew how to react to this brutal spectacle of fearless men carried the lifeless body of Cinthya and pieces of your baby while people are already talking a superhuman murderer. Some dared to accuse Grace again claiming demonic possession.
I walked away a bit from the crowd trying to control my nerves and my impression when I met one of my research papers lying on the floor. On the back was a note in letters of different cuts of books that said "You know where to find me, today at dusk, all I want is your blood."
At first I did not understand his message is concerned, the only thing going through my mind was my dream in the vault, but kept asking over and over again as I knew what my dreams. It was illogical and even ridiculous.
Then I reflected, I right about the mill, also had reason to party and what risk it would be bad again?. Would not hurt me renounce reason and follow my intuition only for a moment, ignoring the fact that the murderer, whoever it was, apparently going after me now. I would be face to face, I should confront him and bringing this thought in my mind came to this place, and came to when I am now ... I wait patiently in the underground vaults of Windmour when I meet with the cause of the strange and brutal deaths that have taken place in the village ...
several hours have passed, "or have been only minutes?, I am not aware the time that happens because the nerves.
The sound of footsteps approaching is accentuated by the echo that can only be seen inside the vault, turning to where they come from and I see a tiny light that swings from side to side, apparently is the light of a gas lantern. As he looked at the light, began to turn away a corner of the bedroom to the crypt. I follow it, because I'm not willing to give up.
light suddenly turns off leaving the whole scene in the dark. The poor visibility it gives me the weak candle in my hand allows me to capture a carved stone table in the center of one of the cameras. I approached her slowly, feeling the carved surface with lyrics in Latin, then I feel his presence, the murderer behind me. I turn quickly and his face lights up ... I can not generate a concrete thought to my surprise, when I ran into those eyes.
That person is faster than me and within seconds I felt the blade of the knife he carried. I feel a choking pain in my throat, just desgarrármela murderer, then I feel a deep pain that pierces my chest. Finally, as I fade away I feel a sharp pain piercing my left ear and penetrating deep in my head.
The last vision I have, as well as beautiful murderer, is in my blood that has stained the walls of the crypt and slides slowly.
The candle in his hand with my face down and turns off, then ... darkness. Not only the place, but also mine. My life has just been taken by the ambitious murderer .....
.... how much time passed so they could find my body in the crypts. All who witnessed the elapsed time was the rigidity of all my joints, just over a day later.
My body was buried in the crypt next to the other victims while his wife Leola and all the people convinced that it was time to take the law into their hands.
However, people remained calm in a way, because of the news that Princess Mary of Lancaster visit place.
The Princess belonged to the second line to the throne, and had very little affection of the people.
was only six years when he came to town Windmour and was received by the crowd to applause and a small celebration in her honor. Lady Phaedra
was commissioned to deliver a great ornament of flowers that she received with great joy.
The Princess Mary and her court stayed at the Belton house where they spent the night and rested quietly in the agitation of the people. The next morning
however, little Maria disappeared near Belton House, the only witness was a guard who claimed to have seen dozing in the garden playing with a woman dressed in white.
The desperation of the court of the princess was sent to the local people immediately and following his suspicions, however, went to the mansion now looked Malinor neglected, lonely and dark.
When they arrived at the door of the gate began to hit, one of the maids came shyly as Leola, who led the crowd asked the old butler.
The timid maid told them that the man had fled the same day that Grace had stormed the church, then to bring his love back home. Leola
promised that if he opened the door, crowd would not hurt. The maid agreed to open up and went to get the keys, but after a few minutes Porfirio a cry of terror that led the crowd to take down the trellis and into the house by force.
The maid was kneeling on the grass of the gardens looked with horror at Grace, who stood beside the dead body of the Infanta Maria.
The girl was lying on the grass with watery eyes staring hands had marks around his neck and had a deep cut on his leg, which still gushing blood. Grace tried to defend
alleging that she had found the body but the crowd did not hold back, and this time the lady was not among Fedra to rescue them. Among
took Grace, dragged by the hair to the edge of the mansion while another group set fire to the mansion. They ruined the elegant styling
pulling large clumps and beat her again and again until you drop the nose and lower lip, all while being dragged to the central square where, without doubt, executed as a criminal.
Halfway met the lady Fedra readying for a long journey, Grace begged to see her to help her, to save her from the wrath of the crowd, but Phaedra just approached her, smiling in a cold and macabre, a smile that only Grace could capture. Grace
detailed the right hand of Phaedra and realized that was stained with blood that had to belong to Princess Mary, then began to scream with all the power of his voice that the real killer was Phaedra. The latter touched gently Grace's cheek stained with the blood of the princess and told her to tell anything now could calm the crowd. Phaedra
away from angry people while the rest were still dragging Grace to the town square, where he was severely tortured. Only calmed the anger of people when Grace was reduced to small pieces, some of them charred. Lady Phaedra
was never seen at that place, it was as if he had vanished into thin air as the crimes remained committed with impunity. The people felt relieved to be convinced that justice had taken the deceased to the complete destruction of Grace. However
Windmour people there not long after this, the families living in that place they moved to places near and the remaining few have changed their name to the public. This fact was buried like many dark periods in human history, erasing all evidence. Julie H.
Corvus
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