Within the forbidden dark forest, a child laid on a rock covered in blood that was forming a pool around her. Not far in the distance, the beast grumbled hungrily at the smell of her blood dripping from the rock onto the forest floor. She gave a whimpering sound as the footsteps came closer and closer to her. No longer able to move her heart gave a leap of terrified adrenaline and she heaved in shallow breathes.
The only sound coming from the woods was the sound of a small bell tied to her wrist.
Bestia Pueri is the beast of children.It dwells within the dark forests of fairy tales. It lures its meals with magic, and leaves them in heaps of bloody cracked bones in the moonlight.
In the land of the east, this beast was infamous. Children had been going missing for centuries. Their parents forbade them from going into woods or wandering out alone without an adult. But sometimes, the malicious faerie creatures would assume a disguise and lure their meals into their abode never to be seen from again.
The Thatcher garden was like a fairy tale. Large, green and filled with poppies, gardenias, daisies, roses, daffodils, and lilies; all creating a lush grandeur of elegance and peacefulness. It was the absolute favorite place in the whole wide world of the three girls. No other place could compare to the their garden of Eden right outside their back porch.
Just beyond the white-washed fence surrounding the backyard of the house, stood the dark woods. Like every fairy tale, just beyond the beauty of a castle lays a dark forbidden forest where monsters roam through swamps and in dark caves lined with bloody cracked bones and piles of baby shoes.
The Thatcher mother forbade her daughters to never go beyond the garden, for the beasts were known to whisk away babies and small children. The obedient girls never went beyond their paradise, however their curious minds often lingered in wonder.
Alice Thatcher was only six. The youngest of the three and the most naive. Far too young to understand the horror and danger the woods brought; whisking her away would be a piece of cake. She was guarded like a hawk by Aurora, the eldest, and they always kept a bell tied to her wrist to know where she was anytime, daytime or nighttime.
"Never, ever remove this bell, Alice dearest." Her mother had told her, the first time she tied it around her small wrists. Alice looked between the bell and her mother with big blue eyes and only nodded silently. She hardly ever spoke and always seemed in a daze, which was why everyone worried for her.
The day of her disappearance, the girls where out in the garden laughing eating fresh cherries and playing with their new dolls their father brought from the far away lands he traveled to in the trading seasons.
Aurora sat in the middle of the roses and combed her dolls hair lovingly. Gretel, the middle child, ran around with her magnifying glass, pointing out strange insects to her new doll, already scuffed up and dirty.
Alice held her doll by the hand and ran through the field of poppies giggling and swinging her doll around, until she tripped and landed face first in the bed of flowers, ripping the white dress her mother had made. Before she could cry out to her sister, a miniature being of some sort crawled on her doll and looked at her with full obsidian eyes.
Alice gaped at the creature who crawled in all fours between the flowers. She waited to see if it would return, and not a moment later it crawled back to her with a small army. Before her eyes, they turned into beautiful butterflies of all colors. Amazement and joy gleamed into her round blue orbs and soon she forgot about her fall and scrabbled up to run after them.
Her sisters looked up at the millions of beautiful butterflies that flew around them and laughed endlessly while reaching up into the sky. All in the meantime, the butterflies in disguise lured Alice deep inside the woods. She had no consciousness of what was happening while she ran far away from family and ... her life.
The butterflies sprinkled dust on the girl who giggled and tried grasping them in her hand. Suddenly, she became sleepy and nestled into the cold forest floor very confused. The last her eyes saw, was the butterflies turning back into the hideous petrifying creatures, whose mouths opened flashing sharp bloody teeth.
The creatures stood over their new meal. A blonde child with dark lashes and smooth white skin that they had been watching since her birth, waiting for the moment to take her and lure her in. Red eyes traced the girls body while mouths hung open letting out a putrid smell of the rotting child skin jammed within their millions of sharp teeth.
The child stirred and opened her blue eyes. The repulsive beings laughed in delight and the girl's scream pierced within the cave walls. They roared at her, hungry saliva and flesh covered her face and body. They reached for her with sharp black hands that squeezed her body slowly. Her eyes bulged almost out of her sockets and her jaw spread wide open as she swallowed air furiously. One tried taking a bite from her but she wiggled and wobbled her hands of his mouth, and he angrily threw her against the pile of bones in the cave. Her small body went limp of fright as crawled to attack her. With sharp screams and hollers of delight, they jumped at her, biting at her leg and arms.The girl screamed and screamed until her voice went silent and her eyes wide, seemingly looking at the roof of the cave. They nipped and ripped small parts of her dress and skin, leaving it in a bloody shredded mess as they uncovered her body. When they finished their small meal, Alice Thatcher was no more than shredded skin and bones, barely alive and ready for the beast to take her whole. The horrifying creatures carried her onto the rock outside the cave, lit only by moonlight. Her blood dripped from her almost lifeless body and into a puddle of blood that lured the beast.His roar already on its way.
The Thatcher family had looked for Alice everywhere. Throughout the garden and flower beds and in the house, but she was no where to be found. They had no idea when and what time she had gone missing for it was apparent the remaining two sisters had blacked out during the disappearance. Just as they had given up hope, the sound of a bell was heard in the distance, but as they ran into the woods a large beast greeted them. Its face full of malice as it roared into their face. A single bell hanging from one of its many sharp teeth.
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