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Even with its potential escape having been a part of her calculations, she failed to prevent the creature from bolting. The incantations at the exits proved useless, only respectable for warding away evil spirits. She reasoned with herself that it wasn't her fault, her older sister must've provided rotten information.

"Damn it! Why do these things always happen to me?" The spacious room gave only an echo as an answer. She plopped down, her skirt bottoms puffed up a decade worth of dirt and dust collected along the wooden floor. Thoughts flashed through her head, memories of past experiments that resulted in failure. It depressed her, not having a single successful event to think of that might have raised her depleting spirits.

"The damn thing ran away first chance it got! I couldn't even contain it long enough to confirm if my words were intelligible to it." Ice water started pumping through her veins as her thoughts continued to race and her rage level escalated. She realized this experiment had yet to reach a conclusion, "And I'll be damned if this walking lump of waste makes a fool of me!"

Her finger twitched in anger, and a small sparking fire shot out the tip. It was enough to inflame the ancient wood, and soon the warehouse became food for the enchanted inferno.

"That should be enough to bury the evidence of any rituals that have taken place here." She stood, icy blue eyes glowing in the warming ember. Unhampered by the blaze in her path, she strolled out of the fire and into the chilling night's air unscathed.

"Oh, get a hold of yourself Alulu! You're losing it," she said in attempts to calm herself down some. With a sigh, she spun on the balls of her feet to face the other way.
"I guess I really ought to capture him before he leaves a messy trail of mortals for me to clean up." She laughed; the sound an inhumanly wicked chortle deserving of a witch.

A mysterious black cloak materialized to cover up exposed skin. It levitated her in the air, giving off an eerie glow. In a powerful gust of wind, she blew up into the night's sky, disappearing in the clouds.

Hidden in the brush of the forest on the outskirts of town, swaying forward with the grace of the dead, in search of whatever could purge him of the aching emptiness. His heels swelled with each step as skin scraped away against the uneven dirt. The night's cold gave his uncovered chest tingles as his senses blazed to life.

His sight diminished, eyes demanding rest. They stung inside his skull as the breeze made it a punishment to keep them open. Still, he stumbled through the rough terrain, all the while hoping to exit this empty environment.

Suddenly, something cut into the silence and he instinctively froze, honing in on the welcomed disturbance. Abandoning all hesitation and dismissing the pain, the dead boy wobbled hastily towards the noise that granted him hope.

His short journey led him to the town square, where the townsfolk hustled to their own destinations, chattering with one another along the way. He stared in confusion at the abundant amount of creatures as strange urges and unexplainable cravings began to form.

The alien impulses took control and unsteadily steered his degenerating limbs towards the largest gathering and brightest lights. The walking corpse's travel went  without intervention or drawing much attention. The commoners placed him as just another staggering drunkard entering the theatre.

Meanwhile, the witch soared above, scorching the surrounding air with her anger. She swore out curses for not having applied a tracking spell while she had the chance.

Determined to track down her free roaming abomination, she took a break from flying across the sky and landed on a tower's top to think. Logic dictated a flesh-eating monster would be where the largest quantity of delicious meats would be located.

"Well, there was that pathetic play the Duke and his Lady planned to perform at the theatre tonight. That snotty princess, Evangeline, will be singing and no doubt will draw in a huge crowd...Perfect, I've been flying the wrong way!"

The cloak lifted her, and with enough force to rip a few bricks out the tower, propelled the witch through the air in the opposite direction.

"Are you in the play, sir? I must commend your tailor for that is a very convincing garb, and you wear it with elegance." The chunky man talking to him smiled, wavering between incidental and intriguing. "Still, the performance is about to begin, you had better make your way to the stage."  Trumpets sounded and the doughy townsman rounded his face with a surprised. "Speak of the devil! I must go now, but I hope to be witness to your certainly riveting performance." In a puff of pudgy legs he was gone.    

The audience gave cheers for the actors on stage. Two knights were entangled in a heated dual, and swords clanged fiercely. The performance brought the room an indescribable energy, but the noise only lured their doom. The rotting cadaver made it onto the stage, its appearance startling the crowd and puzzling the knights.

"What are you doing up here?" asked one of the confused morsels. He put his hands up, trying to push the dead boy back. "It's not time for the bodies just yet." He continued to explain, not seeing the mistake of having his arm so tantalizing close to the monster's mouth until a chunk of meat was missing.

He held the wound up screaming, along with some of the more squeamish of the crowd. Although they were also bewildered by the addiction of a zombie, the rest of were impressed at the breath-taking make up and effects.

The creature took out another chunk of flesh, and the audience gave an ensemble  of Ooh's and Ah's  until a gush of blood splattered on the front row, and the woman freaked out, retreating entirely. A few surrounding men chuckled at her, but stopped once the beast lost all patience and pounced to devour its victim. With blood drooling from it's lips, it turned to its next meal, this time an innocent young individual in the crowd, and leapt at him, biting down to crunch his shoulder. His bellow was all it took to kick the rest in a frenzy.

She arrived to the building, finding mortals pouring out of the exits in panic. "Victory," she whispered to herself. The cloak disintegrated away from her skin, floating away in a puff of ash. She strolled calmly through the swarm of frightened men and women, heading into the heart of the theatre.

She screamed, a high soprano's wail. He groaned, blood pooling down his blacked lips. He stood in her path of escape, keeping her cornered in the room backstage. She coward behind a spare chair, entering silent prayer for a savior.

"There you are! I've searched half the country side for your hide. Come along with me now cretan, or face a fiery demise!" Her tone demanded recognition, but the zombie was brain dead, not understanding the basic concept of fear.

"Alulu? Is that you?" a quiet voice peeped up. The witch looked around to see who had called her name.

"Evangeline?" she called out. The terrified girl peeked her head from the cover of her chair, her eyes the size of saucers.

"Please! You have to rescue me from this vile monster. This deranged beast has tried twice now to take a chunk of me in his teeth, and I fear he has devoured our precious duke already."

The witch's lips twisted wickedly in amusement. "This beast just so happens to belong to me. It is my brand new pet. And with all the commotion going on, I almost forgot to feed it. It went out for food on its own, and it doesn't look like it's really full."

Alulu advanced, slender legs taking short striding, deliberate steps; the slow paced used to build suspense and raise the level of tension. The corpse, lacking fear or loyalty, lunged at its new master, only to be back handed to the ground. Finally she towered over her victim, and reacher down to cup the soft cheeks, squishing Evangeline's sweet face.

"I know that fiend has you frightened half to death, but pay no mind to that mindless mistake, for I am ten times it's threat to your life." The girl tried to speak through a pinched mouth, but was barked an order of silence.

"I have sort of a predicament on my hand princess, for you see, I hold no pleasant feelings towards you. Just the thought of you churns the acid bubbling in my gut. Actually, I would thoroughly enjoy the sight of your bloodied carcass spread on the floor in chewed chunks, but I do have a love for the perturbed and macabre. And now I've been rewarded with the prospect of just letting you perish as a casualty of chaos. "

She pulled the girl closer, until their faces nearly touched, and licked the open lips of the scared stiff victim, meeting no resistance. "Still, I am not a monster void of conscience. I do desire some things more than your demise or cries of anguish. For instance, you may share some of that prosperity you've attained and I will generously spare your life . It is all, of course, your choice to make."

"Get your claws off my daughter demon spawn!" An abominable cry of hunger sounded behind her, followed by a quartet of shrills and a gasp which crescendoed into a long groan of despair. Alulu twisted her head as far as her neck would allow, loosening the vice like grip.

Carrying a blood covered pitch fork, backed by a few townspeople with torches stood the wealthiest, most handsome, sturdy-backed, stone-willed blacksmith of the town, who coincidentally stood tall in the doorway as Evangeline's father.

"Can I be of assistance to any of you gentlemen?" she croaked, loathing the untimely interruption.

"You heard me witch!" Alulu grimaced, "Release my daughter and prepare to be cast out of this fine town, vanquished to the deepest pits of hell where your monster awaits your arrival!" He pointed down to the dead body disposed of at his feet. Indeed the mongrel suffered considerable damage where the tool had pierced its face, but the cadaver continued to whither around.

Alulu stood to her full height, her burning black cloak casting a shadow over the mob. "Mortals are so incompetently foolish. "She smiled. "It's admirable in such frail creatures, but your overconfidence is what amuses me verily." The cloak began to shimmer and cackle against her skin, eating at the air.

Crooked fingers slid from the child's cheeks, but even after her freedom, she remained unresponsive to her father's worried calls. "If you'd like your daughter back..." her voice sounded a far distance away now, echoing around the room, "You can hug her in the afterlife!" In a puff of charred ash and dark smoke the witch vanished, leaving them all spooked to the core.

Evangeline snapped out of her stoic trance and scampered to her father's side. Just as he scooped up his bundle of joy and held his precious daughter to his chest, the room suddenly combusted. The enchanted black blaze consumed everything, including the soulless undead, as the cruel haunting laughter taunted her inflamed offerings to Hades.


The merciless wind whipped loose strands of her hair and magic cloak around as she recollected the thoughts of her own history. "Things have changed so much since then." She peered down the muddied streets from her perch atop a building, watching the crowd for any signs of her lost pet. "They don't even perform traditional witch hunts anymore, which is such a shame, since I have a much larger broom stick wedged up my ass these days."

Finally enough movement from the ground to be suspicious caught her eye and she leaned forward, prepared to plummet a few hundred feet to the ground. She landed gently, feet tapping the cement softer than a leaf. A rare instance of deja-vu struck as men and women ran past her sides, the taste of their fear and grief polluting the air. She looked up and found they were emanating from a movie things.

"Or, things are exactly the same as they were. I hope not, because this would be fated to fail." She walked ominously, cloak over her head, avoiding the stampede of humans.

In the darkest of the theaters she spotted him, dismembered arm flopping loosely between gnawing teeth. Upon her arrival his eyes widened and she felt the panic brush past her psychic presence. He wanted to run, but her eyes kept him bound to the spot.

She took her time, casually strolling to her new pet while it shivered in place. When a gentle hand reached to his mouth to pull the limb away, his skin literally began to crawl and inch away from her touch. She blinked, letting him go, and he fell promptly on his ass, confused and frightened.

He released a tortured groan from his broken vocal cords until she knelt down to put a palm over bloodied lips to silence him. HIs pain was evident, and pieces of his face had started rotting off. He was decomposing at a morbidly swift pace.

While the creature remained silent she asked, "Can you understand me." It didn't try to verbally respond, but a bolt of intelligence crossed its eyes as it slowly started to nod. "Good boy! Can you speak?" Regrettably it moaned, coughed up blood onto her fingers, and shook its head in defeat.

The blood didn't seem to concern the witch nearly as much as the shape of her pet. There was only one solution she could think of that might help her correct the mistakes that must've been made during the ritual.

"All right." She stood, offered an arm for support. "I have a friend in a dark place that can fix you, but you have to trust me, okay?" He coked his head to one side, questioning the gesture. He inspected the outthrust arm, drooled a bit, before quickly trying to take a nip and received a smacking for his trouble.

"Easy!" The moving cadaver lifted itself from the ground. "I know the transformation has you dealing with weird cravings. Just... follow me without eating anyone. Are you able to do that much?" He managed to abolish the frustration caused by her strike, and limped over to her side, nuzzling her breast with his rotting cheek.

"I don't want you perishing while in such a fugal state when there's still so much for you to experience. So don't do anything to draw attention to us, and we'll be find."

"Freeze!" A squad of policemen had arrived on the scene. "What the hell is that thing?" One asked. The zombie moaned hungrily at her side, but she held him close, making sure none of the mortal fools could harm him. "Its eyes are glowing!"

"Oh my god! It's a monster! Kill it! Bring it down!"

"Fire!" Bullets rang aloud in the dark, but the duo of supernaturals were long gone by the time the triggers were pulled back.

"Fire?" her echo asked the panicking policemen. "As you wish, fools!" And on her mark, the officers, dead bodies lying about, the velvet curtains, and soon the entire  theatre was a blazing inferno.

"I guess nothing's changed at all." She watched from a nearby rooftop as the building slowly made its way to smoldering ash in the enchanted fire. Her pet zombie held her tighter, afraid of the incredible height, and she smiled as it nuzzled its corroding cheek into her neck. "Then again, I still have you, don't I?"
God this took me way too long to completely... My eyes, they're bleeding! Please, take this horrid thing away!
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