The Fae Queen

I always knew death would be inevitable. It is just a part of life. However, I thought I would leave this world peacefully, like in my sleep, as I turned old and gray.

I guess fate had other plans.

I gasped for another breath as my lungs burned and the pain coursed through my body. Death is not peaceful; it is utterly horrifying. If I wasn’t already dying from the force being placed on my chest, I may have died of a heart attack. The fear I am holding onto is coursing through my veins. I don’t want to die, but I am, and at this moment, I am completely helpless. I can’t save myself this time. I hear another crack, and I am sure that the last of my ribs have to be broken now. The force that this man’s boot is placing on me is immense. No ordinary fae could be this strong.

I know I have finally been caught, and the hatred in his glare as he stares into my eyes lets me know I won’t escape his wrath.

Suddenly, the pressure on my chest releases as he removes his foot. Air fills my lungs once more, and I take this opportunity to try to scramble away, but it is no use. I am too broken; I know it, and so does he. His black eyes stare into me with hatred and malice, but his mouth, his mouth begins to curve into a smile. It is anything but friendly, and my stomach twists with fear. I feel his weight change as he straddles over my body. His Black eyes raked over me. The knife in his left hand begins to caress over my skin. The cold blade scrapes across my temple and begins to travel down to the top of my breasts. I hear myself whimper, and tears stream down the side of my face; I am so pathetic. I slam my eyes shut as tight as I possibly can. Maybe I can pretend this isn’t happening; maybe I can just die already.

He bends down, putting his weight against my body. His left hand drags the knife to my throat again; his right hand finds its way to my hair, and he gathers a large amount of it in his hand. As he pulls, I feel the strands slowly ripping from my scalp.

“Now, Now, Little fae, I just want to have some fun.” The voice that escapes his mouth is demonic. “Your uncle wants you back alive, but who is to say I didn’t find you already dead.” His tongue comes out of his mouth abnormally elongated and starts at the base of my chin as he licks up to my forehead. My body is revolting at every touch of his; every pore on my skin feels as if it is screaming in agony and disgust. It’s then that I feel him hardening against my body. He slowly grinds on top of me, and the hand that was once pulling my hair reaches down to lift my skirt, the knife still at my throat, pinning me down.

Suddenly, I felt relief as the Dark Fae released his grip on me. Warm liquid quickly splattered my face and chest. Metallic singes the air as I open my eyes and investigate. I realize that it’s blood that has splattered all over me. Temporarily, I assume it is mine, but to the side of me, I see a round object rolling past me; it takes seconds to realize that it is the head of the dark fae that was attacking me.

Someone just decapitated my attacker. I tried to get up, but I was still unable to move. My vision began to tunnel, and darkness overtook me.