A dead pidgeon's fresh meat, killed using a sharp-edged stone with a slingshot. That was Olivia's strict morning diet. Her mother would find her with a blood-stained mouth, and a few little feathers sticking to her cheek.
Despite being in such a state, Olivia's beauty was striking. Her silky skin and thick lips were only shadowed by her starry blue eyes. Bright black hair hung like a delicate curtain behind her nape. Many men fell for her charms, but all of them refuse to talk about it, shrinking in fear when anybody asks.
Girl gossip mostly centered it's attention on her. Fear and envy are the main sources of hatred. Olivia never a heard a word of that, but she could feel it, she fed on it. A neutral, foreign viewer might not understand, since she looks like a normal girl the first time you see her, albeit sad and gloomy. She could be spotted everyday during the afternoon, reading a book in the shade of a tree. She would spend hours like that.
Olivia often talked about death. Her many suicide attempts were famous over town, she had always been found hesitating, as if waiting for a right moment that never came. Her parents made her go to a therapist, and to many doctors due to her peculiar eating disorder, but all of them claimed there was nothing wrong with the girl.
The 16th of each month, Olivia would carefully brush her hair and go to bed with fer finest dress, since she expected to have an important event the following day. However, nothing ever happened.
One of those days, Olivia jumped out of bed and ran through the door. Her blue dress danced in the celerity of her running. Some saw her crossing town, but no one witnessed what was to come. Olivia finally reached the chapel, rushed in and sliced a razor through her throat. Minutes later, the priest found her body amidst a blood patch.
Queen O awoke at midnight. The moonlight filtered through the vitreaux granted the marble floors a mystical resplendence. Everyone was there, quietly arising from the shadows. Goblins, banshees, phantoms, even a few succubus. A warlock held her hand and the requiem ball officially begun. Sebastien, the dark night, pierced the warlock with his cursed blade and grabbed O's waist. The Queen was most pleased.
Rays of dark light flowed all around, sorrounding each attendant of the bizarre masquerade. Corpses from desecrated tombs joined the frightful ballet, and witches chanted eerie tunes while the walls trembled as nails cracked their surface.
Demons danced their way out of the building and parted ways in all compass points to celebrate Queen O's assumption. After several years of slumber, their thirst was unquenchable. As it started to rain, O dashed in search of her first meal, this time not tiny, and wingless...
picture 1: Blooded Mouth, taken from melody-and-silence.blogspot.com
picture 2: Scary Dead, taken from website-design-templates-backgrounds.blogspot.com
picture 3: Demons at St. Anthony, taken from en.wikipedia.org Demon entry