Makenzy Faye :: D7 :: fin

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.: APPEARANCE :.

There she stands, her white dress flowing around her like a cloud. It swirls with the wind- just like her golden hair. Dirt streaks the gentle white material of the dress that she wears and you feel compelled to go over to her, to go over to her ad tell her everything you know about yourself. Her green eyes are like the colour of a jade stone, there are wide and there is something deep within them that moves, something that you could not identify. It wasn’t until you were only a few meters away that you realise that your feet have taken you towards her, with a start you look around, but instantly your eyes are drawn back to the waif like figure of the girl in that torn white dirty dress.

But this time when your eyes come to a rest on her, she hold one of her thin arms out. Her finger is bent- a gesture of beckoning. Without even thinking you take off at a slow pace, you steps matching the girls as a smile spreads onto her pale face. She is walking backwards now, deeper and deeper into the forest. You followed, trapped in her gaze, trapped in the elegant way she holds herself.


Her feet bare feet make no sound as she walks backwards- her eyes never leaving yours. You heart pound in your chest as you look into her yes. A voice inside your head tells you to run, tells you to drag your gaze away from the girls- but something holds you, hold you tight. You can’t look away. You can’t tear you gaze away from the girls. She never says a word, her golden blonde locks of gold hair swirls around her face, which is streaked with dirt, just like her arms and her legs. If you didn’t know any better you would have thought that she lived in the forest. But even under all this dirt there was this beauty, a youthful elegant beauty that shone through.

.: PERSONALITY :.

I lure them in with my eyes, with my mysterious nature. They come; they don’t even breathe a word as they follow me into my home, into the forest which had been my home for as long as I could remember. It is not until I am deep within the trees of the forest that I break the eyes contact and fall to the ground, tears fill my eyes. Instantly they are in my hands. They break so easily. Becoming my puppets. As soon as my body hits the ground they are beside me, holding me as I cry… Little do they know that it was all a show, little did they know that their death wasn’t too far away. I would play along with them for a while- letting the strangers hold me, praise me, ask me what is wrong. I wouldn’t say a word; just sob silently into the soft material of their shirt as they held me tight. It was my favourite part: luring the men and women in until they were weak and vulnerable. They never suspect a thing- not from a child who seemed weak and nothing of a threat.


How wrong they were. I was not that innocent child that shone in the eyes of my prey. Just when they think they have me all wrapped in their arms I pounce. I go for their throats first. Turning my teary gaze to meet theirs I reach up to them, placing a shaky hand on their cheek. They would smile at me, their eyes wanting nothing more than to comfort me. Then I would reach my other arm up and pull them down- my teeth sinking into the soft vulnerable part of their throat. Their struggles lasted no longer than a few moments. Once you tears a person’s throat open they begin to suffocate, they begin to drown on their own blood. Pulling away I would watch their last feeble attempts before their body finally went still. Wiping a shaky hand across my mouth I reach under my dress and pull out the wooden knife that I had carved many years ago, one thought running through my mind: dinner


A few drops of scarlet liquid are splatter across my white gown, but I barely notice as I wander away from the decomposing body and deeper into my home. I loved the forest, I loved everything about it. The cheerful chirping of small birds that filled my ears in the early morning light was one of my favourite parts of the day. A smile slips onto my lips as a bird lands on a branch near my head. I pause for a moment my eyes gazing over the small figure of the bird. Tentatively I reach out to it, soothing words slip from my mouth as I near the bird, my finger no more than a few centimetres away from it when it flutters away with a joyful caw. Never in my dreams would I ever hurt one of the many creatures that made home in my forest. This was my home- but theirs as well. They were my friend, and I was theirs. I may eat humans and live off their flesh- but never would I ever sink my teeth into the flesh of the animals that call my home theirs.

.: HISTORY :.

It was back when I was no more than a young girl. I had been six and I had been asleep. One night storm clouds had raced through the sky, littering the district with water and flooding my home. Mummy and daddy had taken me to the small room which had been constructed into the roof of our house in an attempt to keep me dry. They had told me that I would be safe up there and that they would be back in a few minutes. Rain had pelted against the roof and the sound fills my ears, fills my body, fills me. I could hear nothing, nothing, but the ringing of the rain and it had unsettled me.


What had seemed like hours later the rain began to calm, the storm had pasted… but I was still on my own. Where had mum gone? What about dad? Fear had spread through me like a wild fire. I had never felt anything like it. That’s when I had climbed out of my hiding space in the roof and fallen into my home, water filled the floor, about a foot deep- but I couldn’t of cared less; all I had wanted was my parents. I had wanted to see their loving faces; I had wanted to be in their warm loving arms. I had to find them. I had to see their faces, I had to know that they were okay.


Hesitantly I had walked through my flooded house, my bare feet wading through the water. My eyes had searched every corner of each room. I was up to the last room, and my heart was beating like a trapped bird in my throat. I hadn’t seen them, or heard them, or anything. What if they were in rouble? What if they needed my help? What if they were hurt? All these questions had raced through my mind, all at once over and over again. The desire to find them burned through me. Finding the courage to look behind the wall which seemed to grow so high I see a body face down in the water. The water around her was not clear, but tinted red and my heart dropped to my feet. My mother’s golden hair had fanned out around her body. She didn’t move, she didn’t try and pull her face out of the water- she was as still as a dead puppy.

She was dead. My mother was dead. I had felt myself begin to break, but then my mind had raced to my father…but he wasn’t there- he was gone. There was just my mother, my mother’s dead cold body.

My mother was dead.

My father was missing.

From that moment I vowed that no human would be safe. From that moment on my life as this cannibal/vegetarian I vowed that any man- or woman- to pass my way would die. A painful terrible death.

Template credits to Zoe <3

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