Flash FictionFriday on Saturday

Every Monday Dottie over at Tink's Place posts a picture and then on Friday (Flash Fiction Friday) we post a story to go along with the picture. The story has to be about 350 words, give or take.

Easter

by Blodeuedd

One had to die this Easter and it would not be him.  He had hunted the bastard for years now, following the scent all over the world. From mansions to tiny houses where they left boots outside to welcome the evil creature. Not knowing what they were letting in. Tancred lived at the edge of society; humans would never know he was real, or that anything was real. But the furry shit had been sighted one time too many and if it happened again all hell would break loose. Humans were not ready, so not ready. They were monkeys still in his eyes. But he had a job to finish. With a sigh he jumped over the hedge and stared at a little girl clapping her hands in joy when she found a present. No, he was not here. He had moved on and so would Tancred. That was the story; he was always one step behind.

When he had first been given the assignments he had thought it was a joke. He was used to assassinating goblins and bridge trolls, but the Easter Bunny? But then when you went dark you went dark, and the Easter bunny had been a very bad bunny. More than one corps had been left behind with a present of chocolate eggs next to it. Humans called the serial murderer the Easter Bunny. Tancred laughed when he first saw the headline; those darn idiots were spot on and did not even know it.

But he was patient and he moved and sniffed around. The trail was back. He took out his sword and jumped over a fence. There! The Easter Bunny was looking around with suspicion but relaxed and took out his little basket with candy. The eyes glowed red in the dark and the little fangs glistened with blood.

Now I have you, Tancred thought quickly shot a dart at the bunny, but the bunny staggered around and Tancred swore. So he came out and with one sweep the head was down. The Bunny was dead.

A scream echoed in the village and he swore. He looked at the little girl and with a stroke of his sword she was dead too. No witnesses. Lights were being turned on and he took the dead bunny, made sure the blood was gone and left the little girl dead next to the chocolate eggs. The serial killer struck again. He did feel bad, but then again, she was just another ape.

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I am evil I know. Good is evil too

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Friday Fiction Flash

I usually post these over at my LJ account but since it is close to xmas and I got nothing else for you all today I will post it here :)

Dottie over at Tink's Place has come up with the idea for a Monday Morning Flash Fiction challenge.  Each Monday a new picture prompt will be posted and if you choose to  participate - you post your story on Friday - 350 words, give or take. 

The Eve before Christmas

by Blodeuedd

Miranda shivered as more snow fell this dark winter night. It was the Eve before Christmas and she was alone and tired. But mostly she was cold, so very cold that it felt like her skin was solid ice. Her nose was redder than Rudolph’s, and she no longer felt her toes. But still she stood still in the deserted park. When she was about to give up she heard the crunch of snow beneath shoes and she looked out from behind her lamppost.  A man dressed in black slowly came out from the woods. He was not dressed for winter, instead he wore a suit that would have worked just as well on a cool summer night. His dark hair flowed in the wind and small snowflakes made it glisten in the moonlight. His face, no, she could not even describe it.


“Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas little one.” The man  her said and she looked at him with hungry eyes.
“Do you have it?” she asked and came closer. His beauty made her skin even colder but she braved it and now stood before him. The Winter Prince himself.
“Of course.” He gave her his wrist and she no longer knew reason or fear. She grabbed it with cold fingers and sunk her teeth in it. She struggled as always as her teeth would not break the skin but she got there. And she drank the sweet nectar of the Gods.
The prince laughed and petted her head.” Oh ye silly humans, “ he murmured while she drank greedily. The he took his wrist away and she whimpered.
“More,” she begged and fell to her knees.” Please my lord.”
But he just shook his head.” Only if you give me something in return.”
Now she started to cry and he gave her his wrist again. Just a few drops more and she knew she would make it through another year. The strength of the fairies would flow in her veins and nothing could stop her. She would be beautiful and powerful, and not the empty husk that she always turned into in December.
“My price.”
She nodded and hurried to the bench nearby.
“Hush hush,” she whispered and took out the child hidden underneath it. She then gave it to the prince whose eyes showed what the child would be for. But she closed her mind from the truth.
“Freely given of your own blood is feely taken,” he said and walked back into the shadows.
Miranda stood still in the snow for a while before heading back home. Blood of the gods always came with a heavy price.


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yes I told Dottie I would go dark again, and dark I went, mouwahahahah