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The Mark of Black

The Mark of Black


-1900

Mud covered slender brown laced knee high boots jogged effortlessly in a down pour of October rain. The figure that wore this was shrouded in a loose black cloak was a man with wicked long ebony hair. He was taller than most men his age or older but that didn't stop people from gawking or calling him something exotic. 'Monster' was one of those terms he held close to himself as he reached the outskirts of the town he chose to prey on. He casually walked up to a brothel he frequently visited during his stay here. The sounds of lust and pleasure reached his ears as he raced up the steps to disappeared inside the front doors. His image changing drastically as his long ebony hair became short and was styled to the left of his face. His cloak whirling into a fitted sleek black suit with a ivory dress shirt. His boots turning into brown dress shoes and his eyes became a burning ember of crimson to smoldering sapphire. "Lord you've returned?" Called a meek voice hidden in the shadows. He glanced at the sleeping clerk that took payment for the services and vanished down into the chamber's of women.

He appeared in front of a single door guarded by a shaking creature of a man. The creatures face bruised and beaten held out his hand to show a holy gold cross painted note. It was written in delicate handwriting belonging to the woman he swore to protect as his contract with her brother took place months ago. "Sire she was taken by the church not hours ago... forgive me please I have failed you." The creature croaked as the sounds of screams and agony filled the brothel as flames began to engulf it. The man looked to the sky and with a whirlwind of black flames was gone into the storm driven night to search for his ward. He flew through the air causing mist to disperse around him and shroud the town completely. He landed on the holy grounds of the church his body now topless and his pants made of leather he walked bare foot to the front doors of the church. His hands pale and long with blackened fingernails brushed the doorknob only to freeze in place. Blood reached his senses as the air around him became the sticky metallic sickness of the loss of a virgrin. He heard sobbing as he entered the church and the sound of rain hitting the stainglass windows. It was black as night inside but his eyes could make the picture perfectly as he walked up through the pews.

She his ward laid on her side sobbing at the sins she had created with her delicious little hands, the man who had come for her struck dead with a wooden cross laid naked on the floor bleeding out. His anger dispersed instantly and mesmerization filled him as he walked towards her lighting the gas lamps of the church illuminating his presences to her. She refused to look up at him as he descended down upon her. "___________ did you enjoy the freedom you sought for after I warned you of the horrors of this world?" He asked her with a bit malice to his tone. She flinched as arms wrapped warmly around her and pulled her against an burning hot chest. He slid his hand along her tattered bruised right arm until he locked their fingers together. Her jaw shook with shock and her body never stopped shaking as he placed a kiss on her exposed neck. "I bless you into eternal damnation as payment for the soul your brother chose to protect as long as thee were a virgin... farewell Harlot." The woman arched off of his body becoming a nothing but a pile of bones and black dust. Audible enough for his ears to hear he heard someone hyperventilating as he stood up to look at the pews one by one. He ran his hands over them until he felt the vibrations of the wood. Lowering himself to his knees he looked below the pew to see a young woman no more than sixteen crying. Her eyes were wide open staring back at him with such fear and interest. He pulled her up to meet her face to face. Black hair cut short and ugly was glued to her face from crying. Her eyes a dull murky brown reflected his demonic nature as his crimson eyes were glowing down at the woman below him. "Are you afraid of me or the man that walk this world?" He arrogantly asked. Her body going still as she whispered "Men bring nothing to this world but Damnation sir... are you Lucifer?" She finished. A smile so sickly sweet took over his face as he leaned forward to answer in her ear.

She froze up instantly and looked at him in awe as black wings spread from his back. Black flames danced around the church as horns cut open his forehead, talons of black replaced his fingernails and music so mesmerizing took control of her body. She was like a puppet on strings as she walked stiff legged behind him until he descended a set of stairs. "I am not God's favorite by any means but I was someone he feared and had sent to the deepest part of hell long ago... I will not be in any of your history books. I am just Black." He announced as he stood inside a world of his own creation. She saw books everywhere floating around and instruments of different parts of the world hung across the walls. She felt her breath becoming shallow and fell to her knees as she tried to catch her breath.

"Funny you're the last of your family Annabelle Black wonder if this is what you call fate ha ha!" He came down upon her gripping her face roughly and filled her lungs with a single kiss. Annabelle looked up at him in shock as the room began to fade away and herself was becoming part of the real world again. "Wait you beast I need to repay you for the life you gave me it would only be fair!" She shouted as Black stood facing away from her, a smile he offered her was one that would haunt her dreams forever until her dying days. The day she gave her generations of female children to this beast was her payment for the day he saved her life. The Mark of Black.

- 1992

"Daddy why hasn't mommy come home?" Asked a little girl with big chocolate brown doe eye as she was being tucked into bed. Her hair a brilliant ash blond braided into two pigtails as she looked up at her dad Aaron Black. He was only in his thirties but the man looked aged beyond years. "She had to go away for awhile Labbie she doesn't want you to suffer like your grandmother did-!?" Aaron was frozen as the sound of a Violin filled the room. Libbie pulled the covers up to her chin in fear as something began slamming against the wall's of her room. She screamed as the toys in her room began being knocked to the ground. She ran up to her daddy and tried to shake him awake when a hand grabbed her right leg. She hit the ground as it began dragging her across the floor to her closet. Tears began to fill her eyes as she let a wails of fear. "Labbie!" Her auntie Lisa screamed as she grabbed the little girl around the torso and brought a black dagger down upon the hand. It burst into flames and disappeared. Labbie was sobbing into her aunties chest not knowing how she had gotten there or how she knew how to fight the monster. She only knew her mother never came home and her Daddy was to sick to raise her anymore.

-2019

"So did you hear about the curse of the Black family? They say it's been haunting them forever a man that only takes the women of the family. I heard the new transfer student is the last Black families daughter and she has to keep moving towns because of it." A red headed girl with green eyes announced to a group of girls who she considered her friends. They all laughed at the news and talked amongst themselves until the final bell rang. They each left in groups to head home from their college , but one girl stayed by herself inside the classroom to stare out at the students leaving to party or enjoy the day. Her eyes always found one person as he roamed campus, he had ebony black hair styled to the left side of his slender face. Pouty full pale pink lips with a single piercing, smoldering sapphire eyes surrounded by thick black lashes. He wore band t-shirts and black skinny jeans, his reputation was that of a music lover as he always carried a guitar with him as he played for anyone. She never heard it herself as she wore headphones wherever she went. She made a promise to her aunt she would never listen to the music of a man named Black.

She never met such a man yet as she gathered her things and left to go back home, her feet carried her to the stairs and she hurried down them. Just once she thought to herself what would it cause to listen to the man outside. She stopped by the gazebo outside the library to stare at the man leaning against the fountain in the courtyard. He was already surrounded by groups of people as they waited for him to start playing. Her fingers reached upwards to the wireless headphones to pull one out when her phone started to vibrate in her back pocket of her jeans. She pulled the phone out to see a message from her aunt saying there was a spotting of the Man they had to run from. Her body like ice made her to start hyperventilate as she saw the pictures of a horned beast of a man reaching for her just like when she was little. She felt a hand grab hers and a calm went over her instantly. She looked up and felt heat rise to her face as it was the musician from the fountain who stood in front of her with a curious look. Labbie felt a strange feeling settle in her tummy as she quickly turned away from the man and jogged away to the student parking lot.

"Andy you know her?" Some girls called to the musician with blue eyes. He followed her with his eyes until she was gone. "Not really she new?" He asked politely as he say back down on the fountain. "She's from Ireland and moved here with her aunt two weeks ago." The red headed girl answered immediately as she sat next to him with a mischievous smile. A smile so sickly sweet graced his lips as he strummed his guitar with a lullaby he made for Labbie years ago. His voice so anglic and deep he breached the very headphones she wore as she stood at home in her living room. She was frozen to the spot as she heard the melody of her death being sang by an angel. Her body was being pulled to her front door against her will, she had tears filling her eyes as she tried to resist. Only to hear it being distorted and she broke free running to the basement and locking the door. Her breath coming in pants and tears fresh in her eyes she slid down the soundproof walls. Her aunt stood there with anger filling her eyes, she held a gold harp in her sleneed hands. "Labbie it's to soon for him to find you again... you need to give up on being normal." She finished placing the harp down on the table. Labbie nodded her head and squeezed her arms around herself protectively.

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