The Angel and the Monster
Chapter 1
A late Autumn gust of wind rustled Rachel’s long, blonde tresses. It was quiet, aside from her boots occasionally crunching on leaves as they skittered across the dirt path she was walking. The evening brought a slightly chilled breeze with it but the sun- which had yet to sink below the horizon- kept the air pleasantly warm enough, even as vivid shades of orange were seeping into the sky.
The dirt path soon gave way to cobblestone. It wasn’t long before the smell of warm bread and pastries drifted through the air and into her nose to greet her, signaling that she’d reached town square. And that her brief moment of tranquility was over...
The hushed whispers surrounding her were maddening; Villagers gossiping, thinking she couldn’t hear them. The looks of pity as she passed, the snickering, the rumors... It was enough to make her dread ever leaving the peaceful tranquility of her cottage nestled on the border of town, just before the forest’s edge. But no matter how much she limited her contact with the outside world, there were occasions when she was inevitably forced to venture into town. Unfortunately, her cabinets had grown disturbingly barren and she needed more reading material to occupy her spare time.
Because there was a curfew, she only had a few hours before the food stalls and shops would close down, but she preferred to go out when there were fewer people around the market. Even so, she was surprised at the number of couples, families, and travelers that were still wondering around, browsing the many shops and the odds and ins they had to offer. Children with wooden toy swords playfully chased each other, giggling as they ran through the streets and carelessly weaving in and out of people to be scolded when they bumped into someone. Somewhere amongst the evening bustle, there was the wailing of an infant crying for their mother’s milk. There were performers and people dressed in costumes to accompany the many tents, displays, and stages that weren't normally there. Tonight seemed to be particularly more lively than usual for some reason.
Just as she thought that, she noticed the abundance of fliers posted on all the shops' windows and doors, advertising festival events and mentioning the village's annual celebration. She vaguely recalled talk of the said festival a few weeks back, but time must have slipped away from her again. She sighed heavily, having forgotten. She wasn’t always good at keeping up with the activities going on in town because of how secluded her home was from it all. But when she was aware, she usually made it a point to avoid them and steer clear. It was too late now, though.
Anxious to get back home, Rachel systematically rushed along the storefronts, only stopping to retrieve the few essential items she’d came for. About an hour later, Rachel had filled her large basket with enough food to last her a week or two, some sewing thread, and several bottles of her favorite scented soaps- leaving her with only one last stop to make.
Walking with purpose, Rachel felt eyes watching her. She glanced up to find a middle-aged man and woman looking her way. She averted her own gaze back to the cobblestone path and pushed on, anxious to reach her final destination so she could head back home.
“Poor girl, it’s a shame what happened to her,” the mature woman muttered to her husband as they stopped their shopping to watch the small blonde pass by.
The woman watched as Rachel hugged her cloak close to her petite figure and adjusted the deep basket of food on her arm in a reserved manner.
The woman sighed, resuming her rummaging through the fancy shop trinkets. “She must still be in mourning. She’s just lost both of her parents less than a month ago, afterall. All the deaths arising in this town are really frightening.” She voiced aloud, turning to her husband. "Even we could be next." The woman’s expression of concern instantly changed into one of contempt when she found her husband still gawking appreciatively after the much-younger blonde. She slapped him hard across the back of the head and the resulting shouts of their argument were drowned out by the bustle of the rest of the village.
As Rachel continued on, the eyes of the couple were soon replaced by three more pairs of eyes. Three young girls were giggling and gossiping together as they exited a boutique with the latest dresses and accessories but instantly stopped and fell silent upon noticing Rachel approaching.
“Ugh, it’s that freak again,” the first girl sneered in disgust, brushing a lock of her copper hair over her shoulder. “You think she’s actually going to be at the festival?”
“No way, Helena” the brunette to her right assured, “She never goes to any events. Relax and enjoy yourself; Tonight is one of the only nights we actually get to break curfew.”
“You’re right,” Helena agreed, looking relieved. “Ugh, just look at her though- Her parents just died and she's wearing a white dress under a blue cloak instead of dressing in black. Honestly I don't know what Dr. Danny could possibly see in such a strange girl. There’s something completely off about her, Alya.”
“Well, her parents were murdered right in front of her and he is a respectable doctor,” the third, more soft-spoken girl among them lightly defended. She started fidgeting a little with a strand of her black hair, struggling to contribute to the conversation. “She’s probably traumatized, don't you think? Dr. Danny is such a kind man, so I’m sure he’s only trying to help and comfort her or something. I mean, I heard both of their mouths were sewn shut and they were dead five whole days before anyone checked on them. Can you imagine?” she concluded incredulously, crinkling her freckled nose.
Alya scoffed. “If that's the case, Abigail, then why didn't she report her own parents' deaths? If you ask me, it is a wonder why the killer only spared her,” she pointed out.
“Yeah, she must be exceptionally lucky,” she breathed in amazement, ignorant of what her friend was trying to insinuate. Her misplaced comments earned her sharp glares from the other two girls, causing her to sink under their scrutiny.
Helena rolled her eyes. “I think it’s because she’s secretly crazy and she’s actually the one who did it,” She admitted lowly. “She’s probably only playing a victim for Dr. Danny so she can seduce him and get to his money.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised; She’s so weird and quiet, like she's up to something,” Alya supported. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard her speak. All she ever does is read and she hardly ever leaves her house. Peculiar, if you ask me.”
“She’s probably a witch. I mean, there’s no way anyone could have hair that shiny without using some kind of magic spell.”
“Poor Dr. Danny, so unsuspecting… He’ll never see her treachery coming.”
“We should warn him.”
The small blonde sighed heavily, ducking her head down as she passed by the three girls standing outside the dress shop.
A small glimmer of relief flickered through her when she spotted the bookstore’s business storefront. Just as she strode over, a dramatic voice caught her attention. Turning, she saw a man wildly gesturing, looking to be putting on a performance of some kind.
“-transforming him into a monstrous beast!”
A few gasps and screams erupted from the small audience composed of mostly children.
“With evil, glowing eyes and a twisted grin, he awaits in his decrepit castle, deep in the forests. For unsuspecting travelers or naughty children to stumble upon his fortress and rip them to shreds!”
They shuttered away from him in distress with more fearful cries and whines. A young girl buried her face into her older brother’s shirt to hide her eyes.
“And that, my dear children, is why you mustn’t wander off into the forests!” he concluded as a tale of caution to them.
Such stories were popular in the village, especially the one about the ruthless tyrant prince who was punished by a sorcerer. His appearance was grotesquely deformed by a curse placed upon him. Rachel had been told the same story as a child, however it never frightened her as it was intended. In fact, it provoked her curiosity more than anything. Even so, she was an obedient daughter and never ventured outside her village. Her mother, on a good day, would tell her bedtime stories, many of them morbid and with brutal endings. It was those stories that ultimately fueled her interest in books.
Shrugging it off, Rachel finally reverted her attention back to the door in front of her and pulled it open to go inside.
“Good morning, Miss Gardner,” the shop owner greeted with familiarity. Rachel was one of very few regulars, just barely keeping him in business.
“Good morning,” she vaguely responded, her blue orbs already scanning the many shelves of books lining the walls and displays. She promptly began making a pile on the counter of books she intended to buy.
“Goodness, you’re finished with all the books you bought last time already?” He questioned, chuckling in amused disbelief.
“Mhm,” she responded, a little distracted by the selection of book titles. She browsed a bit more, selecting yet another title that piqued her interest to add to the pile.
She turned and bumped into someone, causing her to drop the book in her hand. Its binding hit the wooden floor with a heavy ‘thunk.’
“Pardon, Miss Rachel,” a gentle voice apologized, the said man bending down to pick up the book she’d dropped, “I heard you were in town. I thought I might find you here.”
Rachel had been so entranced with the many interesting titles before her, she hadn’t noticed anyone else enter the store. Dr. Danny offered her book back with a polite smile on his face.
“T-thanks.” A bit hesitant, she slowly accepted it. Dr. Danny had been showing up periodically ever since her parents died. He offered to take her in, inviting her to move in with him in which she declined. Perhaps that decision only served to further make the town suspicious of her, not understanding why she’d rather continue living all alone in the home that her parents died in than to move in with perhaps one of the village’s most respected and wealthy doctors.
Deciding to cut her shopping short, she went to the front to check out, adding the last book onto her pile and hastily digging around her pocket to pay the shopkeeper. Dr. Danny however, handed the man behind the counter cash faster than she could reach her own.
She wanted to protest about his paying for her books and opened her mouth to do so, but he spoke before she could, distracting her onto a different subject.
“Please, allow me to walk you home,” he politely suggested.
The shop owner nodded to them in thanks. “Hope to see you again soon, Miss Rachel,” the kind old shop keeper chimed in, mid-conversation.
Momentarily distracted, she smiled and waved her goodbyes to the shop keeper before returning her attention to the other man lingering a little close for comfort and her small smile faded. “It’s alright, I’m sure I can manage. I’ve walked home many times by myself,” She tried to decline with reason. “Thanks… for the books.” She slung her bag of newly-purchased books over her shoulder and made her way to the door with Dr. Danny still trailing close behind.
He rushed to cut her off “I’m afraid I must insist on accompanying you, Miss Rachel. It isn’t safe for a pretty young woman like yourself to travel home at such an hour. The sun will be long gone before you make it home,” his easy-going voice prodded.
Before she could decline again, their conversation was cut off by the eavesdropping shop owner.
“You should listen to the good doctor,” the shop keeper interjected from his place behind the counter, using a rag to polish the countertop. “He knows what’s best; You should know better than anyone how dangerous this town can be, after what happened to your parents,” He warned in concern but hinted with a lightly scolding tone. “Even if you don’t believe all the tales they tell about the woods surrounding our village, the truth is that they’re still full of wild animals and with all the murders happening… We have a curfew for a good reason.“ He trailed off, shaking his head. “It’s a shame there’s been so much death lately. I’d hate something to happen to my favorite customer.” The skin beside his eyes creased as he smiled at her fondly.
Her shoulder sank a little in defeat and she exhaled heavily. Unable to handle the pressure from the keeper and Danny’s persistence, she caved. “Well, alright.” Her response was slow and drawn out with uncertainty. He apparently wasn’t one to take a hint. Still, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Dr. Danny was known to be a gentleman so maybe it wouldn’t hurt to oblige and humor him, just this once.
“Great,” he exclaimed a little too quickly and then turned sheepish. He chuckled nervously, pushing his glasses further onto the bridge of his nose. “I mean, I’m relieved; Honored, for the privilege to escort you home safely.” He tried to correct and then proceeded to open the door for her, gesturing her through as any gentleman would, but she hesitated. Slowly, she forced her feet to step through the threshold he held open for her.
With that, they made their way through the town square towards Rachel's home. Even though the curfew had been lifted for the night, many of the villagers were still scurrying and rushing about, desperate to reach the safety of their houses with the threat of darkness looming over them. Once the two of them made it to the dirt path, suddenly she found herself missing the nosy, prying eyes of the villagers. Something about being alone with Dr. Danny was unnerving. Rachel remained silent, focusing on getting to her destination with Danny eagerly in tow. She could feel his gaze on her as they walked in silence, but she resisted the urge to look his way.
Relief washed over the young woman when her cottage finally came into view. They slowed once they reached the porch leading up to her front door. Rachel ascended the stairs and paused, fidgeting awkwardly when he’d followed her up, “Uh, thanks for walking me home safety.” She politely thanked him, unsure of what else a normal, more socialized person might say. She wasn’t accustomed to much human interaction.
“Of course,” Dr. Danny beamed in return. Assuming their business was done, Rachel reached for the doorknob only to be stopped by Danny’s voice, “though, I don’t suppose I could trouble you for a warm cup of tea before I head out? If you don’t mind a moment of imposition, I’d like to warm up a bit before setting out on the trip home.”
“Oh,” Rachel thought on it for a moment, “S-sure.” Although she reluctantly agreed, she was a bit disappointed that she’d have to wait a little longer to relax and be alone with her books.
When they stepped inside, Rachel relieved herself of her heavy books and groceries, setting them on her small dining table. “Um, make yourself a home,” she said nervously, recalling what her mother used to say on the rare occasion they had guests. Though the strained, false smile her mom always wore on those occasions still haunted her memories. “I’ll… put on some tea.”
Dr. Danny was left in her living area while Rachel stepped into the kitchen to start the brewing process, filling a pot of water and placing it on the stove to heat it up. The man casually browsed the titles on her bookshelves, filled to their capacity with books. One of them caught his eye and he plucked it from the shelf. It was a book of folklore. There were plenty more books of adventure and romance, fairytales. He shook his head that a smart girl like Rachel should waste her time on such foolish fantasies. He returned the book to its place.
There were books on cooking and sewing along with a Bible, but other titles were of a little more... questionable nature- Darker topics ranging from constructing deadly booby traps and questioning the existence of magic, and even topics on death and purgatory. Her unique selection certainly piqued his interest.
Rachel hurriedly put away her groceries and returned to find him eyeing their family portrait hung above the fireplace. Sensing her presence, he turned to her. “Your family looked so happy.” He commented, thoughtfully.
Her heart painfully clenched but the emotion never made it into her features, “Looks can be deceiving.” She retrieved her new books and began unloading them onto her shelves, despite there not being any spare room for them. Her family had been happy once, but she barely remembered those days, as they’d been long taken-over by bad ones. Echoes of her parents’ screaming invaded her ears, the sounds of furniture scraping against the floor… glass shattering.
“Indeed. Perhaps I should avoid such topics,” his voice brought her back, “Forgive me. I’m sure you’ve grown tired of such talk.”
She nodded gratefully. Just then, the screech of the steaming kettle interrupted. “Have a seat,” she suggested. “The tea will be ready soon.”
He sat down and Rachel soon returned with the tea on a tray, handing one of the cups to him.
“Sugar?” she offered.
“I take mine without, thanks.”
She nodded, adding some to her own.
“I couldn’t help but notice your vast number of books,” he tried to spark conversation, “quite the collection you have.”
She nodded, “I don’t have much else to do but read. It helps pass the time.”
“Aren’t you lonely out here all by yourself?”
“No, I actually prefer it this way,” she reassured him.
“Surely not,” he contradicted. “A beautiful woman such as yourself should have a husband to care for her, keep her company.”
She shifted uncomfortably at the direction this conversation was headed. “I don-“
“I could be that man for you, Rachel,” he continued, his words piercing through her, paralyzing her with uneasiness. She knew exactly where this was going.
“Sorry, Dr. Danny. I don’t think I’d make a suitable wife,” she tried to calmly, subtly lure him away from the idea.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Miss Rachel. You’re smart, pretty, you can cook, clean, sew… And your eyes… are so beautiful and unique, unlike any other pair. Dead, and yet alive. I wish I had peepers like yours. You’re perfect.”
There was an obsessive look in his gaze as he leaned closer. His hand reached towards her face but she leaned away out of reflex. She noticed one of his eyes wasn’t quite like the other. One of them was dull and didn’t reflect light quite like the other… It was fake.
“Doctor, I…” Her heart hammered in her chest, her body shaking uncontrollably. Her mind desperately searched for the right words to convince him to leave her be, without fueling anger. “I… I think someone like me would only be a burden to someone like you. I often hear lots of young girls from the village admiring you. You could have your pick of any of them.”
The crazed look in his eyes faded and a look of displeasure replaced it. “I see. That’s quite a disappointment.” He retreated from her, appearing dissatisfied. He managing to compose himself, straightening his white coat and glasses.
“Thank you for the tea.” He stood, and she noticed he’d barely drank any. “Unfortunately, I must head home now.”
“O-oh, of course,” she breathed in relief, following him and opening the door to see him out.
He stopped just before stepping out, turning to say one last thing. “Think on it some more in my absence, my sweet Rachel. Surely you can find it in your heart to reconsider.”
She reluctantly nodded, solely to pacify him.
He sighed unhappily. “I’ll be back in a few days to check up on you.” With that, he finally left. The moment he stepped through the doorway, she couldn’t wait to shut and lock it. She leaned against the doorframe to catch her breath and couldn’t stop the shaking, her hands trembling uncontrollably.
There was no way she could marry Dr. Danny. There was something very off about him. Something very wrong, unstable even. She noticed subtle hints of that side of him from time to time, but no one else seemed to see it, so there was nothing she could do. It was a well-known fact that Dr. Danny had many friends, respected and liked by nearly everyone in the village. Who would ever believe someone like her?
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Due to the festivities, there was a lively crowd filling the tavern that night.
Danny sighed heavily over the bar, throwing back the rest of the spirits in his glass.
“What’s got you all worked up, Dr. Danny? I’ve never seen you so upset.”
Danny hesitated, feeling reluctant to share the true depth of his misery with anyone else, or to reveal how deeply his disappointment ran for Rachel denying him eternal rights to her stunningly dead eyes. “I asked Rachel to marry me,” he confessed, choosing his words carefully. “I just want to take care of her, such a fragile thing. But, I’m afraid she wasn’t wooed by my proposal.”
“You’re kidding! Any woman must be crazy to refuse you, Dr. Danny!” A drunkard spoke up when he overheard. "No woman in her right mind would refuse a doctor.”
“She is crazy!,” came a sudden outburst from a few seats away, fists slamming down on the bar. Overhearing their conversation, the same girl from the boutique strode up to him, looking very distressed. Many pairs of eyes fell on them at the commotion. She grasped his clothes to plead with him. “Dr. Danny, you can’t marry that witch! She is trouble, I know it!”
“Witch?!” someone echoed, indicating that they now had the attention of everyone in the bar.
“She’s right, there’s always been something strange about that Gardner girl,” came another voice.
“Her family never did act quite right.”
Unexpectedly for Danny, many others voiced their agreement with the woman’s statement, which he found a bit troubling. That aside, he didn’t fail to notice that this particular young woman seemingly always appeared wherever he went. Her hazel eyes that were always spying on him were profoundly unsatisfying to say the least... overflowing with emotion and an overwhelming lack of blue hues. He may have to rid her of those eyes very soon, in order to free himself of their offensive existence. Troublesome, indeed.
Having a hunch that her accusations where merely stemming from jealousy, he sighed and removed her hands from him. “She’s… troubled, different than most young girls. Understandably so, for one with her circumstances. But certainly not a witch.” He spoke calmly, trying to rationalize. “Even in spite of that, I’m afraid I've only ever had my sights set on Rachel. Only she has the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen, such contradiction in her dull yet vibrant blue irises...”
“So romantic,” the girl’s more air-headed friend gushed from where they’d been sitting across the room. Both of her friend's eyes narrowed at her, the leader of their group still bitter from Danny’s rejection.
“If only she saw it that way,” Danny responded, sighing longingly.
“You mustn’t protect her, Doctor," the man behind the bar defended, "I know it must be difficult for you to come to terms with, but you must put your personal feeling aside. Even I’ll admit, her beauty is enchanting, but… isn’t that all the more evidence of her witchcraft?”
Before he could respond, the girl spoke up again, determined to reach him. “She is a witch, Dr. Danny,” she adamantly insisted, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you!” She huffed indignantly before trudging out of the bar with a pout on her lips. Her two friends got to their feet and frantically followed, calling after her. “Helena, wait!”
There was a brief but awkward silence before a voice broke it, intentionally changing the subject. "So, how about that festival performance earlier? Did you see that guy trip and almost fall off the stage?"
A few others laughed and happily contributed to the new topic. After that, the normal talk amongst the patrons eventually resumed, however the bar tender’s features had went cold and he leaned in to speak lowly to Danny. “Doctor, Helena is right. Something must be done about that girl, Rachel. Something ain’t right about her, surely you can acknowledge that much.”
Dr. Danny nodded solemnly. “I have heard your concerns, as it appears many share the same opinion. I was... unaware. Trust in me when I say that your voices will not go unheard. As a doctor, I must do what I can for her but ultimately, I will do what I must for the safety of our village.”
He mumbled thoughtfully at Danny’s response, before nodding to him sternly. “See that you do. I'm going to set up a meeting for you with Mr. Crawly tonight. Since he has plenty of experience dealing with such situations, perhaps he can provide some insight on the matter. I think you two have a few things to discuss.”
"Indeed," Danny wryly agreed.
With that, the tender went back to work and left him be. Having had enough commotion for the night, Danny discretely migrated over to the corner of the establishment to mull over his next move, where the lighting was dim and his presence would be much more inconspicuous.
The night went on and eventually the festival crowd dwindled. Danny sat at the booth, drinking alone until a boney, tall man slid into the seat to join him. The hollows of his cheek bones were emphasized by shadows, making him look ghoulish in the poor lighting. “You sent for me?” inquired his raspy voice.
Danny didn’t bother looking up and they sat in a blanket of silence for a while before Danny responded with a question of his own, "Do you remember the Gardners?"
"Sure," he answered, "Mr. Gardner frequented this bar, always vehemently complaining about his wife and leaving with another woman on his arm. The missus came in raving a few times and it got pretty ugly. Both were a couple of whack jobs. I don't think anyone misses them much, aside from their daughter. That girl, they were always neglecting the poor little thing."
"Mn, yes... About their daughter," Danny started, followed by a pause.
"What about her?"
"As you know, I've been looking out for her to the best of my abilities after her parents' deaths. I've checked up on her, assisted her financially, even offered her a place to stay, but... She is weary of my help." Danny heaved a breath, taking off his glasses to wipe them with the hem of his shirt. “I’m afraid despite my best efforts, I just can’t help Miss Rachel.” He voiced regretfully, alcohol heavy on his breath as he replaced his glasses.
“Is she sick?” The man spoke, confused. Having drank a bit, it slipped Danny’s mind that the man hadn’t been present for the earlier conversation and he must not have been making any sense.
“Yes, she is sick. But I’m afraid it’s beyond my scope of expertise.”
“Surely she isn’t beyond help,” he consoled. “You’re the best doctor around.”
Danny shook his head in dismay. “Unfortunately, it has come to my attention that Rachel is under suspicion of witchcraft. I’ve been thinking on it all night and I’m afraid I have no other choice. I can't protect her anymore; I didn’t want to accept it, but it's been weighing so heavily on my mind. Ever since I walked her home earlier this evening, I…”
“You what?”
“You mustn’t tell anyone, but I discovered the most bizarre books in her home. Not only that, but the carcasses of small animals as well, sacrifices no doubt...”
“You can’t be serious,” he exclaimed incredulously with widened eyes.
Danny nodded dejectedly. “Indeed evidence of witchcraft, I’m afraid. A search of her home will prove it to be true. She isn’t in her right mind; the murder of her parents has undoubtedly drove her away from God. I tried my hardest to help her, talk some sense into her. If only she would lay herself in my hands, I know I could save her. If she would marry me, I could give her the extensive care and attention she so requires, bring her back to God, but… She refuses.”
“You’re absolutely right,” he spoke gravely, “Someone so dangerous cannot be allowed to roam freely, inviting the devil into our town. You must try to reach out to her one last time, Doctor. If you can’t lure her back to God, perhaps the asylum would be the best place for her, where she cannot harm herself or others.”
He nodded. “Yes, I’m afraid it might come to that. Such a waste of youth and beauty… I do want to avoid it if I am able.”
"Of course," he agreed with sympathy. "I shall arrange a search of her home for tomorrow and make the proper arrangements, should the worst come to pass. You have my word that she will be taken good care of in our facility. I'll see to it myself."
Danny forced an appreciative smile. "Thank you, Mr. Crawly,"
They stood and Danny shook the man's hand, as if completing a business deal of sorts. Mr. Crawly paused a moment before leaving to add, “I am very sorry, Dr. Danny. I can tell your affection runs deep for the girl. Whatever happens, rest easy knowing that you tried your best.”
Danny nodded at his attempt to comfort him. With that, his acquaintance of a professional nature soon left him alone once more. Danny stayed to polish off yet another drink, his eyes staring off unseeingly. ‘You’ve forced my hand, my sweet Rachel.’
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Rachel had spent the majority of her day tending to the housework. She was in the process of removing her laundry from the line that they were hung out on to dry. The sun was setting on the horizon, soon to disappear below it and plunge the sky into darkness. With all of her clothing thrown in her basket, she struggled to lift it and held it against her hip. A breeze swirled her hair wildly around her face. When she pulled it back out of her eyes, she saw Dr. Danny approaching her across the yard with his usual soft smile. She couldn’t tell if her heart sped up or stopped upon noticing his presence, maybe both. Her feet felt suddenly rooted in place, reluctant to take any more steps in his direction. He rushed over when he saw her struggling with such a large load of laundry, extinguishing any hope she had of avoiding him.
“Good evening Ms. Rachel, let me help you with that,” he offered pleasantly, as if their last encounter never happened. "You must be getting inside soon, it's nearly dark."
“It’s alright, I can manage,” she insisted, not wanting to trouble him unnecessarily. She always carried in her own laundry so even if it was a bit of a hassle at times, she was used to it. She’d learned to be pretty self-reliant a long time ago. Danny didn’t seem to accept that, however.
“Don’t be silly,” He promptly lifted the basket from her arms and carried it effortlessly into her house for her. He set her clothes down inside her living room and once again, she found herself awkwardly thanking him. Even though he was smiling, she felt as if she were walking on eggshells. The atmosphere between them was oddly tense.
“Uh, h-have a seat. I’ll… fetch some tea.”
She hastily tried to excuse herself, only to be cut off by him blocking her path. Gasping but unable to stop in time, she bumped into him. He forced himself closer, uncomfortably close. She wearily took a step back.
“Have you thought any more on my proposal, Rachel?” He hummed in her ear, sounding falsely sweet.
"Dr. Danny, I'm happy living alone," she said carefully, "You don't need to worry about me."
"I see. That is still how you feel, is it?" Though worded like a question, his words were more of a statement or observation of a rhetorical nature. His threatening eyes turned from her and he stepped away and approached her bookshelf, pretending to browse them casually. She allowed herself to relax just a little.
“I actually came here because I have something important to speak to you about,” he started to explain, eyes roaming over her books.
“Oh,” she responded in surprise, wondering what it could possibly be, “W-what is it?” she questioned curiously, but was also a bit hesitant to hear his answer. She successfully escaped to the kitchen to prepare tea where she could still hear him, but using it as an excuse to put distance between them. She took the opportunity to hide a small knife up her sleeve before heating the water. She turned and found Danny standing behind her.
“Well, I went to visit a patient earlier today in their home, only to find that they’d been brutally murdered.”
Rachel stopped short to stare at him, eyes startled a bit. Was he insinuating that she did it?
“Their eyes were cut out of their sockets, just like the other victims." he continued while intensely staring into hers, "It was… quite a sight. They think perhaps it was the same murderer that got to your parents.”
He appeared to be studying her reaction, but all she did was avert her eyes to the floor staring off blankly.
“Of course, I disagree,” he continued. "Your parents still had their eyes, they were merely sewn shut."
Rachel wasn’t quite sure where he was going with the conversation. She tried to keep her composure while taking the screeching kettle off of the stove. She poured the water into two mugs from the cupboard and placed a teabag in each. She handed Danny his cup and he moseyed back into the living area to sit down on the sofa while she cleaned up and returned the kettle to the stove. She soon returned to see him dunking his teabag repeatedly, looking thoughtful. She reluctantly joined him on the couch, sitting at the opposite end.
“What do you think, Rachel?” he implored, peering up at her from the rim of his cup as he took a sip.
“I-I don’t know,” she spoke lowly. “I don’t remember what happened that night.”
“Ah yes, I remember that was the case… Convenient.” She gave pause to judge what he might mean by that. He noticed her strange, worried stare and decided to add, “for the killer, that is.”
Outside her window, a flickering glow caught her attention. People were now gathered around, wielding torches. Uneasiness began creeping over her. Disregarding his comment, she countered with a question of her own, “Dr. Danny, why are there so many people outside?”
“Oh yes, about that…” He began, feigning dismay as he set his tea and saucer on the coffee table, “This arrangement was supposed to remain confidential between Mr. Crowley and I, but you must know how gossip travels around our village. As it turns out, I’ve been approached with concerns from multiple townspeople so an evaluation was arranged. They believe it’s in your best interest for me to lock you up, Rachel.” He informed bluntly.
Her heart was suddenly beating loudly in her ears at those words. If she was to be locked up, why wouldn’t he start off with that important bit of information to begin with?!
At the startled and equally perplexed look on her face, he chose to elaborate, his tone darkening to sound much more sinister, “I’m afraid they are convinced you are a witch, and they want to search your home for evidence. They are adamant that should they find proof that you be detained in the asylum.”
“A-a witch?” she echoed out of confusion. “But I’m not-”
“Of course not.” He soothed, using the back of his hand to stroke her cheek, “That’s an absurd accusation.” There was a brief pause before he added, “But, you are a murderer.”
Her eyes widened as she leaned away from him in alarm. His blunt confrontation made her blood run cold and a chill ran through down her spine.
“I know you have sewn up animals hidden away in your bedroom. I know you have sewn replica dolls of many of the townspeople. I know that your darker tastes in books will definitely raise a few brows. But most importantly, I know you killed your parents because I’m the village serial killer, and I didn’t do it. But also because, I know a psychopath when I see one. You’re not a witch, just a bit mentally instable, in my professional opinion,” he added casually.
“But I-“ She started to protest, only to be cut short.
“Don’t worry, Rachel. I know you killed your parents and sewed them up, but I promise I won’t tell anyone. In fact, I can clear up this whole misunderstanding…” he trailed off, implying there were more to his proposition, “If you agree to stay with me forever.” There was no sign of his usual cheery, polite demeanor. “I shall ask you again… Please reconsider my proposal and marry me, my dear Rachel.”
She trembled, pressing her body further against the couch as if willing more space between them as he scooted closer.
He knocked her cup from her hands and it clumsily fell onto the floor, shattering into pieces. He crawled over her forcing her to lay back to avoid him, hovering over her with his hands trapping her on either side of her, “Stay with me, Rachel,” he breathed huskily, desperate to convince her, “I’ve been so unbearably lonely.”
Just before his hand could make contact, she pulled the knife from her sleeve and stabbed him in the fake eye. He cried out in anger and pain, grasping at the knife to pull it out but it took his false eye with it. His hand covered his bleeding socket and blood seeped down between his fingers. She used that moment to duck away from him, making a break for the nearby bedroom that used to belong to her parents. Hearing him shout after her, she frantically locked the door and immediately went for the window across the room, struggling to lift it. Angry banging rattled the door only seconds after.
“Open the door Rachel,” Danny’s voice echoed through the barrier of the door. “Rachel!”
She paid him no mind as she slipped out through the window, falling a short drop onto the ground.
“There! She’s trying to escape!” a voice rang out over the others. The villagers began to close in on her, having no other option but to dash for the tree line. She knew as soon as she reached the cover of the forest that many would hesitate to follow. The woods were known to be dangerous, as the tales warned; Those that entered rarely ever returned.
Even so, a handful of villagers were brave enough to continue their pursuit, calling after her.
“Get her!”
“Come back, you witch!”
“You can’t escape the wrath of God!”
She fought her way through the black, leafless trees. Their talon-like branches scratched and clawed at her clothes and bare skin. It was freezing without appropriate clothing to protect her from the cold, but she barely had time to register it seeing as she was too focused on pushing her legs to move as fast as they were capable of. She continued running until she tripped and fell into an opening. She crashed into the dirt and landed in a pile of dried leaves, scraping her palms and knees.
Recovering slowly, she only realized the pain in her ankle when she stood. She winced, but forced the pain into the back of her mind for now. She was out of breath and struggled to regulate her breathing. To her relief, she didn’t hear anyone following anymore; she must’ve succeeded in losing the mob chasing after her. She brushed herself off, allowing herself a moment of rest. It wasn’t as if she had a destination in mind… She looked around at her surroundings, trying to gain some sense of direction but it was no use. There was a quick flash of lightening followed by a low rumble of thunder that vibrated the earth. The air was musty with pending rain and angry dark clouds were rolling in. Above her, the blue moon caught her eye and on the horizon just below it, she saw…
Rachel’s breath caught when she saw it. She knew, as soon as she laid eyes on the decaying carcass of a castle looming over a cliff’s edge in the near distance, against the stormy sky that the folklore was all true… The stories they told in the village weren’t merely stories, made up to keep children from wondering off into the forests. There must have been some truth, because the proof was right in front of her at that very moment. The thing of nightmares… real.
The dirt path soon gave way to cobblestone. It wasn’t long before the smell of warm bread and pastries drifted through the air and into her nose to greet her, signaling that she’d reached town square. And that her brief moment of tranquility was over...
The hushed whispers surrounding her were maddening; Villagers gossiping, thinking she couldn’t hear them. The looks of pity as she passed, the snickering, the rumors... It was enough to make her dread ever leaving the peaceful tranquility of her cottage nestled on the border of town, just before the forest’s edge. But no matter how much she limited her contact with the outside world, there were occasions when she was inevitably forced to venture into town. Unfortunately, her cabinets had grown disturbingly barren and she needed more reading material to occupy her spare time.
Because there was a curfew, she only had a few hours before the food stalls and shops would close down, but she preferred to go out when there were fewer people around the market. Even so, she was surprised at the number of couples, families, and travelers that were still wondering around, browsing the many shops and the odds and ins they had to offer. Children with wooden toy swords playfully chased each other, giggling as they ran through the streets and carelessly weaving in and out of people to be scolded when they bumped into someone. Somewhere amongst the evening bustle, there was the wailing of an infant crying for their mother’s milk. There were performers and people dressed in costumes to accompany the many tents, displays, and stages that weren't normally there. Tonight seemed to be particularly more lively than usual for some reason.
Just as she thought that, she noticed the abundance of fliers posted on all the shops' windows and doors, advertising festival events and mentioning the village's annual celebration. She vaguely recalled talk of the said festival a few weeks back, but time must have slipped away from her again. She sighed heavily, having forgotten. She wasn’t always good at keeping up with the activities going on in town because of how secluded her home was from it all. But when she was aware, she usually made it a point to avoid them and steer clear. It was too late now, though.
Anxious to get back home, Rachel systematically rushed along the storefronts, only stopping to retrieve the few essential items she’d came for. About an hour later, Rachel had filled her large basket with enough food to last her a week or two, some sewing thread, and several bottles of her favorite scented soaps- leaving her with only one last stop to make.
Walking with purpose, Rachel felt eyes watching her. She glanced up to find a middle-aged man and woman looking her way. She averted her own gaze back to the cobblestone path and pushed on, anxious to reach her final destination so she could head back home.
“Poor girl, it’s a shame what happened to her,” the mature woman muttered to her husband as they stopped their shopping to watch the small blonde pass by.
The woman watched as Rachel hugged her cloak close to her petite figure and adjusted the deep basket of food on her arm in a reserved manner.
The woman sighed, resuming her rummaging through the fancy shop trinkets. “She must still be in mourning. She’s just lost both of her parents less than a month ago, afterall. All the deaths arising in this town are really frightening.” She voiced aloud, turning to her husband. "Even we could be next." The woman’s expression of concern instantly changed into one of contempt when she found her husband still gawking appreciatively after the much-younger blonde. She slapped him hard across the back of the head and the resulting shouts of their argument were drowned out by the bustle of the rest of the village.
As Rachel continued on, the eyes of the couple were soon replaced by three more pairs of eyes. Three young girls were giggling and gossiping together as they exited a boutique with the latest dresses and accessories but instantly stopped and fell silent upon noticing Rachel approaching.
“Ugh, it’s that freak again,” the first girl sneered in disgust, brushing a lock of her copper hair over her shoulder. “You think she’s actually going to be at the festival?”
“No way, Helena” the brunette to her right assured, “She never goes to any events. Relax and enjoy yourself; Tonight is one of the only nights we actually get to break curfew.”
“You’re right,” Helena agreed, looking relieved. “Ugh, just look at her though- Her parents just died and she's wearing a white dress under a blue cloak instead of dressing in black. Honestly I don't know what Dr. Danny could possibly see in such a strange girl. There’s something completely off about her, Alya.”
“Well, her parents were murdered right in front of her and he is a respectable doctor,” the third, more soft-spoken girl among them lightly defended. She started fidgeting a little with a strand of her black hair, struggling to contribute to the conversation. “She’s probably traumatized, don't you think? Dr. Danny is such a kind man, so I’m sure he’s only trying to help and comfort her or something. I mean, I heard both of their mouths were sewn shut and they were dead five whole days before anyone checked on them. Can you imagine?” she concluded incredulously, crinkling her freckled nose.
Alya scoffed. “If that's the case, Abigail, then why didn't she report her own parents' deaths? If you ask me, it is a wonder why the killer only spared her,” she pointed out.
“Yeah, she must be exceptionally lucky,” she breathed in amazement, ignorant of what her friend was trying to insinuate. Her misplaced comments earned her sharp glares from the other two girls, causing her to sink under their scrutiny.
Helena rolled her eyes. “I think it’s because she’s secretly crazy and she’s actually the one who did it,” She admitted lowly. “She’s probably only playing a victim for Dr. Danny so she can seduce him and get to his money.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised; She’s so weird and quiet, like she's up to something,” Alya supported. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard her speak. All she ever does is read and she hardly ever leaves her house. Peculiar, if you ask me.”
“She’s probably a witch. I mean, there’s no way anyone could have hair that shiny without using some kind of magic spell.”
“Poor Dr. Danny, so unsuspecting… He’ll never see her treachery coming.”
“We should warn him.”
The small blonde sighed heavily, ducking her head down as she passed by the three girls standing outside the dress shop.
A small glimmer of relief flickered through her when she spotted the bookstore’s business storefront. Just as she strode over, a dramatic voice caught her attention. Turning, she saw a man wildly gesturing, looking to be putting on a performance of some kind.
“-transforming him into a monstrous beast!”
A few gasps and screams erupted from the small audience composed of mostly children.
“With evil, glowing eyes and a twisted grin, he awaits in his decrepit castle, deep in the forests. For unsuspecting travelers or naughty children to stumble upon his fortress and rip them to shreds!”
They shuttered away from him in distress with more fearful cries and whines. A young girl buried her face into her older brother’s shirt to hide her eyes.
“And that, my dear children, is why you mustn’t wander off into the forests!” he concluded as a tale of caution to them.
Such stories were popular in the village, especially the one about the ruthless tyrant prince who was punished by a sorcerer. His appearance was grotesquely deformed by a curse placed upon him. Rachel had been told the same story as a child, however it never frightened her as it was intended. In fact, it provoked her curiosity more than anything. Even so, she was an obedient daughter and never ventured outside her village. Her mother, on a good day, would tell her bedtime stories, many of them morbid and with brutal endings. It was those stories that ultimately fueled her interest in books.
Shrugging it off, Rachel finally reverted her attention back to the door in front of her and pulled it open to go inside.
“Good morning, Miss Gardner,” the shop owner greeted with familiarity. Rachel was one of very few regulars, just barely keeping him in business.
“Good morning,” she vaguely responded, her blue orbs already scanning the many shelves of books lining the walls and displays. She promptly began making a pile on the counter of books she intended to buy.
“Goodness, you’re finished with all the books you bought last time already?” He questioned, chuckling in amused disbelief.
“Mhm,” she responded, a little distracted by the selection of book titles. She browsed a bit more, selecting yet another title that piqued her interest to add to the pile.
She turned and bumped into someone, causing her to drop the book in her hand. Its binding hit the wooden floor with a heavy ‘thunk.’
“Pardon, Miss Rachel,” a gentle voice apologized, the said man bending down to pick up the book she’d dropped, “I heard you were in town. I thought I might find you here.”
Rachel had been so entranced with the many interesting titles before her, she hadn’t noticed anyone else enter the store. Dr. Danny offered her book back with a polite smile on his face.
“T-thanks.” A bit hesitant, she slowly accepted it. Dr. Danny had been showing up periodically ever since her parents died. He offered to take her in, inviting her to move in with him in which she declined. Perhaps that decision only served to further make the town suspicious of her, not understanding why she’d rather continue living all alone in the home that her parents died in than to move in with perhaps one of the village’s most respected and wealthy doctors.
Deciding to cut her shopping short, she went to the front to check out, adding the last book onto her pile and hastily digging around her pocket to pay the shopkeeper. Dr. Danny however, handed the man behind the counter cash faster than she could reach her own.
She wanted to protest about his paying for her books and opened her mouth to do so, but he spoke before she could, distracting her onto a different subject.
“Please, allow me to walk you home,” he politely suggested.
The shop owner nodded to them in thanks. “Hope to see you again soon, Miss Rachel,” the kind old shop keeper chimed in, mid-conversation.
Momentarily distracted, she smiled and waved her goodbyes to the shop keeper before returning her attention to the other man lingering a little close for comfort and her small smile faded. “It’s alright, I’m sure I can manage. I’ve walked home many times by myself,” She tried to decline with reason. “Thanks… for the books.” She slung her bag of newly-purchased books over her shoulder and made her way to the door with Dr. Danny still trailing close behind.
He rushed to cut her off “I’m afraid I must insist on accompanying you, Miss Rachel. It isn’t safe for a pretty young woman like yourself to travel home at such an hour. The sun will be long gone before you make it home,” his easy-going voice prodded.
Before she could decline again, their conversation was cut off by the eavesdropping shop owner.
“You should listen to the good doctor,” the shop keeper interjected from his place behind the counter, using a rag to polish the countertop. “He knows what’s best; You should know better than anyone how dangerous this town can be, after what happened to your parents,” He warned in concern but hinted with a lightly scolding tone. “Even if you don’t believe all the tales they tell about the woods surrounding our village, the truth is that they’re still full of wild animals and with all the murders happening… We have a curfew for a good reason.“ He trailed off, shaking his head. “It’s a shame there’s been so much death lately. I’d hate something to happen to my favorite customer.” The skin beside his eyes creased as he smiled at her fondly.
Her shoulder sank a little in defeat and she exhaled heavily. Unable to handle the pressure from the keeper and Danny’s persistence, she caved. “Well, alright.” Her response was slow and drawn out with uncertainty. He apparently wasn’t one to take a hint. Still, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Dr. Danny was known to be a gentleman so maybe it wouldn’t hurt to oblige and humor him, just this once.
“Great,” he exclaimed a little too quickly and then turned sheepish. He chuckled nervously, pushing his glasses further onto the bridge of his nose. “I mean, I’m relieved; Honored, for the privilege to escort you home safely.” He tried to correct and then proceeded to open the door for her, gesturing her through as any gentleman would, but she hesitated. Slowly, she forced her feet to step through the threshold he held open for her.
With that, they made their way through the town square towards Rachel's home. Even though the curfew had been lifted for the night, many of the villagers were still scurrying and rushing about, desperate to reach the safety of their houses with the threat of darkness looming over them. Once the two of them made it to the dirt path, suddenly she found herself missing the nosy, prying eyes of the villagers. Something about being alone with Dr. Danny was unnerving. Rachel remained silent, focusing on getting to her destination with Danny eagerly in tow. She could feel his gaze on her as they walked in silence, but she resisted the urge to look his way.
Relief washed over the young woman when her cottage finally came into view. They slowed once they reached the porch leading up to her front door. Rachel ascended the stairs and paused, fidgeting awkwardly when he’d followed her up, “Uh, thanks for walking me home safety.” She politely thanked him, unsure of what else a normal, more socialized person might say. She wasn’t accustomed to much human interaction.
“Of course,” Dr. Danny beamed in return. Assuming their business was done, Rachel reached for the doorknob only to be stopped by Danny’s voice, “though, I don’t suppose I could trouble you for a warm cup of tea before I head out? If you don’t mind a moment of imposition, I’d like to warm up a bit before setting out on the trip home.”
“Oh,” Rachel thought on it for a moment, “S-sure.” Although she reluctantly agreed, she was a bit disappointed that she’d have to wait a little longer to relax and be alone with her books.
When they stepped inside, Rachel relieved herself of her heavy books and groceries, setting them on her small dining table. “Um, make yourself a home,” she said nervously, recalling what her mother used to say on the rare occasion they had guests. Though the strained, false smile her mom always wore on those occasions still haunted her memories. “I’ll… put on some tea.”
Dr. Danny was left in her living area while Rachel stepped into the kitchen to start the brewing process, filling a pot of water and placing it on the stove to heat it up. The man casually browsed the titles on her bookshelves, filled to their capacity with books. One of them caught his eye and he plucked it from the shelf. It was a book of folklore. There were plenty more books of adventure and romance, fairytales. He shook his head that a smart girl like Rachel should waste her time on such foolish fantasies. He returned the book to its place.
There were books on cooking and sewing along with a Bible, but other titles were of a little more... questionable nature- Darker topics ranging from constructing deadly booby traps and questioning the existence of magic, and even topics on death and purgatory. Her unique selection certainly piqued his interest.
Rachel hurriedly put away her groceries and returned to find him eyeing their family portrait hung above the fireplace. Sensing her presence, he turned to her. “Your family looked so happy.” He commented, thoughtfully.
Her heart painfully clenched but the emotion never made it into her features, “Looks can be deceiving.” She retrieved her new books and began unloading them onto her shelves, despite there not being any spare room for them. Her family had been happy once, but she barely remembered those days, as they’d been long taken-over by bad ones. Echoes of her parents’ screaming invaded her ears, the sounds of furniture scraping against the floor… glass shattering.
“Indeed. Perhaps I should avoid such topics,” his voice brought her back, “Forgive me. I’m sure you’ve grown tired of such talk.”
She nodded gratefully. Just then, the screech of the steaming kettle interrupted. “Have a seat,” she suggested. “The tea will be ready soon.”
He sat down and Rachel soon returned with the tea on a tray, handing one of the cups to him.
“Sugar?” she offered.
“I take mine without, thanks.”
She nodded, adding some to her own.
“I couldn’t help but notice your vast number of books,” he tried to spark conversation, “quite the collection you have.”
She nodded, “I don’t have much else to do but read. It helps pass the time.”
“Aren’t you lonely out here all by yourself?”
“No, I actually prefer it this way,” she reassured him.
“Surely not,” he contradicted. “A beautiful woman such as yourself should have a husband to care for her, keep her company.”
She shifted uncomfortably at the direction this conversation was headed. “I don-“
“I could be that man for you, Rachel,” he continued, his words piercing through her, paralyzing her with uneasiness. She knew exactly where this was going.
“Sorry, Dr. Danny. I don’t think I’d make a suitable wife,” she tried to calmly, subtly lure him away from the idea.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Miss Rachel. You’re smart, pretty, you can cook, clean, sew… And your eyes… are so beautiful and unique, unlike any other pair. Dead, and yet alive. I wish I had peepers like yours. You’re perfect.”
There was an obsessive look in his gaze as he leaned closer. His hand reached towards her face but she leaned away out of reflex. She noticed one of his eyes wasn’t quite like the other. One of them was dull and didn’t reflect light quite like the other… It was fake.
“Doctor, I…” Her heart hammered in her chest, her body shaking uncontrollably. Her mind desperately searched for the right words to convince him to leave her be, without fueling anger. “I… I think someone like me would only be a burden to someone like you. I often hear lots of young girls from the village admiring you. You could have your pick of any of them.”
The crazed look in his eyes faded and a look of displeasure replaced it. “I see. That’s quite a disappointment.” He retreated from her, appearing dissatisfied. He managing to compose himself, straightening his white coat and glasses.
“Thank you for the tea.” He stood, and she noticed he’d barely drank any. “Unfortunately, I must head home now.”
“O-oh, of course,” she breathed in relief, following him and opening the door to see him out.
He stopped just before stepping out, turning to say one last thing. “Think on it some more in my absence, my sweet Rachel. Surely you can find it in your heart to reconsider.”
She reluctantly nodded, solely to pacify him.
He sighed unhappily. “I’ll be back in a few days to check up on you.” With that, he finally left. The moment he stepped through the doorway, she couldn’t wait to shut and lock it. She leaned against the doorframe to catch her breath and couldn’t stop the shaking, her hands trembling uncontrollably.
There was no way she could marry Dr. Danny. There was something very off about him. Something very wrong, unstable even. She noticed subtle hints of that side of him from time to time, but no one else seemed to see it, so there was nothing she could do. It was a well-known fact that Dr. Danny had many friends, respected and liked by nearly everyone in the village. Who would ever believe someone like her?
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Due to the festivities, there was a lively crowd filling the tavern that night.
Danny sighed heavily over the bar, throwing back the rest of the spirits in his glass.
“What’s got you all worked up, Dr. Danny? I’ve never seen you so upset.”
Danny hesitated, feeling reluctant to share the true depth of his misery with anyone else, or to reveal how deeply his disappointment ran for Rachel denying him eternal rights to her stunningly dead eyes. “I asked Rachel to marry me,” he confessed, choosing his words carefully. “I just want to take care of her, such a fragile thing. But, I’m afraid she wasn’t wooed by my proposal.”
“You’re kidding! Any woman must be crazy to refuse you, Dr. Danny!” A drunkard spoke up when he overheard. "No woman in her right mind would refuse a doctor.”
“She is crazy!,” came a sudden outburst from a few seats away, fists slamming down on the bar. Overhearing their conversation, the same girl from the boutique strode up to him, looking very distressed. Many pairs of eyes fell on them at the commotion. She grasped his clothes to plead with him. “Dr. Danny, you can’t marry that witch! She is trouble, I know it!”
“Witch?!” someone echoed, indicating that they now had the attention of everyone in the bar.
“She’s right, there’s always been something strange about that Gardner girl,” came another voice.
“Her family never did act quite right.”
Unexpectedly for Danny, many others voiced their agreement with the woman’s statement, which he found a bit troubling. That aside, he didn’t fail to notice that this particular young woman seemingly always appeared wherever he went. Her hazel eyes that were always spying on him were profoundly unsatisfying to say the least... overflowing with emotion and an overwhelming lack of blue hues. He may have to rid her of those eyes very soon, in order to free himself of their offensive existence. Troublesome, indeed.
Having a hunch that her accusations where merely stemming from jealousy, he sighed and removed her hands from him. “She’s… troubled, different than most young girls. Understandably so, for one with her circumstances. But certainly not a witch.” He spoke calmly, trying to rationalize. “Even in spite of that, I’m afraid I've only ever had my sights set on Rachel. Only she has the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen, such contradiction in her dull yet vibrant blue irises...”
“So romantic,” the girl’s more air-headed friend gushed from where they’d been sitting across the room. Both of her friend's eyes narrowed at her, the leader of their group still bitter from Danny’s rejection.
“If only she saw it that way,” Danny responded, sighing longingly.
“You mustn’t protect her, Doctor," the man behind the bar defended, "I know it must be difficult for you to come to terms with, but you must put your personal feeling aside. Even I’ll admit, her beauty is enchanting, but… isn’t that all the more evidence of her witchcraft?”
Before he could respond, the girl spoke up again, determined to reach him. “She is a witch, Dr. Danny,” she adamantly insisted, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you!” She huffed indignantly before trudging out of the bar with a pout on her lips. Her two friends got to their feet and frantically followed, calling after her. “Helena, wait!”
There was a brief but awkward silence before a voice broke it, intentionally changing the subject. "So, how about that festival performance earlier? Did you see that guy trip and almost fall off the stage?"
A few others laughed and happily contributed to the new topic. After that, the normal talk amongst the patrons eventually resumed, however the bar tender’s features had went cold and he leaned in to speak lowly to Danny. “Doctor, Helena is right. Something must be done about that girl, Rachel. Something ain’t right about her, surely you can acknowledge that much.”
Dr. Danny nodded solemnly. “I have heard your concerns, as it appears many share the same opinion. I was... unaware. Trust in me when I say that your voices will not go unheard. As a doctor, I must do what I can for her but ultimately, I will do what I must for the safety of our village.”
He mumbled thoughtfully at Danny’s response, before nodding to him sternly. “See that you do. I'm going to set up a meeting for you with Mr. Crawly tonight. Since he has plenty of experience dealing with such situations, perhaps he can provide some insight on the matter. I think you two have a few things to discuss.”
"Indeed," Danny wryly agreed.
With that, the tender went back to work and left him be. Having had enough commotion for the night, Danny discretely migrated over to the corner of the establishment to mull over his next move, where the lighting was dim and his presence would be much more inconspicuous.
The night went on and eventually the festival crowd dwindled. Danny sat at the booth, drinking alone until a boney, tall man slid into the seat to join him. The hollows of his cheek bones were emphasized by shadows, making him look ghoulish in the poor lighting. “You sent for me?” inquired his raspy voice.
Danny didn’t bother looking up and they sat in a blanket of silence for a while before Danny responded with a question of his own, "Do you remember the Gardners?"
"Sure," he answered, "Mr. Gardner frequented this bar, always vehemently complaining about his wife and leaving with another woman on his arm. The missus came in raving a few times and it got pretty ugly. Both were a couple of whack jobs. I don't think anyone misses them much, aside from their daughter. That girl, they were always neglecting the poor little thing."
"Mn, yes... About their daughter," Danny started, followed by a pause.
"What about her?"
"As you know, I've been looking out for her to the best of my abilities after her parents' deaths. I've checked up on her, assisted her financially, even offered her a place to stay, but... She is weary of my help." Danny heaved a breath, taking off his glasses to wipe them with the hem of his shirt. “I’m afraid despite my best efforts, I just can’t help Miss Rachel.” He voiced regretfully, alcohol heavy on his breath as he replaced his glasses.
“Is she sick?” The man spoke, confused. Having drank a bit, it slipped Danny’s mind that the man hadn’t been present for the earlier conversation and he must not have been making any sense.
“Yes, she is sick. But I’m afraid it’s beyond my scope of expertise.”
“Surely she isn’t beyond help,” he consoled. “You’re the best doctor around.”
Danny shook his head in dismay. “Unfortunately, it has come to my attention that Rachel is under suspicion of witchcraft. I’ve been thinking on it all night and I’m afraid I have no other choice. I can't protect her anymore; I didn’t want to accept it, but it's been weighing so heavily on my mind. Ever since I walked her home earlier this evening, I…”
“You what?”
“You mustn’t tell anyone, but I discovered the most bizarre books in her home. Not only that, but the carcasses of small animals as well, sacrifices no doubt...”
“You can’t be serious,” he exclaimed incredulously with widened eyes.
Danny nodded dejectedly. “Indeed evidence of witchcraft, I’m afraid. A search of her home will prove it to be true. She isn’t in her right mind; the murder of her parents has undoubtedly drove her away from God. I tried my hardest to help her, talk some sense into her. If only she would lay herself in my hands, I know I could save her. If she would marry me, I could give her the extensive care and attention she so requires, bring her back to God, but… She refuses.”
“You’re absolutely right,” he spoke gravely, “Someone so dangerous cannot be allowed to roam freely, inviting the devil into our town. You must try to reach out to her one last time, Doctor. If you can’t lure her back to God, perhaps the asylum would be the best place for her, where she cannot harm herself or others.”
He nodded. “Yes, I’m afraid it might come to that. Such a waste of youth and beauty… I do want to avoid it if I am able.”
"Of course," he agreed with sympathy. "I shall arrange a search of her home for tomorrow and make the proper arrangements, should the worst come to pass. You have my word that she will be taken good care of in our facility. I'll see to it myself."
Danny forced an appreciative smile. "Thank you, Mr. Crawly,"
They stood and Danny shook the man's hand, as if completing a business deal of sorts. Mr. Crawly paused a moment before leaving to add, “I am very sorry, Dr. Danny. I can tell your affection runs deep for the girl. Whatever happens, rest easy knowing that you tried your best.”
Danny nodded at his attempt to comfort him. With that, his acquaintance of a professional nature soon left him alone once more. Danny stayed to polish off yet another drink, his eyes staring off unseeingly. ‘You’ve forced my hand, my sweet Rachel.’
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Rachel had spent the majority of her day tending to the housework. She was in the process of removing her laundry from the line that they were hung out on to dry. The sun was setting on the horizon, soon to disappear below it and plunge the sky into darkness. With all of her clothing thrown in her basket, she struggled to lift it and held it against her hip. A breeze swirled her hair wildly around her face. When she pulled it back out of her eyes, she saw Dr. Danny approaching her across the yard with his usual soft smile. She couldn’t tell if her heart sped up or stopped upon noticing his presence, maybe both. Her feet felt suddenly rooted in place, reluctant to take any more steps in his direction. He rushed over when he saw her struggling with such a large load of laundry, extinguishing any hope she had of avoiding him.
“Good evening Ms. Rachel, let me help you with that,” he offered pleasantly, as if their last encounter never happened. "You must be getting inside soon, it's nearly dark."
“It’s alright, I can manage,” she insisted, not wanting to trouble him unnecessarily. She always carried in her own laundry so even if it was a bit of a hassle at times, she was used to it. She’d learned to be pretty self-reliant a long time ago. Danny didn’t seem to accept that, however.
“Don’t be silly,” He promptly lifted the basket from her arms and carried it effortlessly into her house for her. He set her clothes down inside her living room and once again, she found herself awkwardly thanking him. Even though he was smiling, she felt as if she were walking on eggshells. The atmosphere between them was oddly tense.
“Uh, h-have a seat. I’ll… fetch some tea.”
She hastily tried to excuse herself, only to be cut off by him blocking her path. Gasping but unable to stop in time, she bumped into him. He forced himself closer, uncomfortably close. She wearily took a step back.
“Have you thought any more on my proposal, Rachel?” He hummed in her ear, sounding falsely sweet.
"Dr. Danny, I'm happy living alone," she said carefully, "You don't need to worry about me."
"I see. That is still how you feel, is it?" Though worded like a question, his words were more of a statement or observation of a rhetorical nature. His threatening eyes turned from her and he stepped away and approached her bookshelf, pretending to browse them casually. She allowed herself to relax just a little.
“I actually came here because I have something important to speak to you about,” he started to explain, eyes roaming over her books.
“Oh,” she responded in surprise, wondering what it could possibly be, “W-what is it?” she questioned curiously, but was also a bit hesitant to hear his answer. She successfully escaped to the kitchen to prepare tea where she could still hear him, but using it as an excuse to put distance between them. She took the opportunity to hide a small knife up her sleeve before heating the water. She turned and found Danny standing behind her.
“Well, I went to visit a patient earlier today in their home, only to find that they’d been brutally murdered.”
Rachel stopped short to stare at him, eyes startled a bit. Was he insinuating that she did it?
“Their eyes were cut out of their sockets, just like the other victims." he continued while intensely staring into hers, "It was… quite a sight. They think perhaps it was the same murderer that got to your parents.”
He appeared to be studying her reaction, but all she did was avert her eyes to the floor staring off blankly.
“Of course, I disagree,” he continued. "Your parents still had their eyes, they were merely sewn shut."
Rachel wasn’t quite sure where he was going with the conversation. She tried to keep her composure while taking the screeching kettle off of the stove. She poured the water into two mugs from the cupboard and placed a teabag in each. She handed Danny his cup and he moseyed back into the living area to sit down on the sofa while she cleaned up and returned the kettle to the stove. She soon returned to see him dunking his teabag repeatedly, looking thoughtful. She reluctantly joined him on the couch, sitting at the opposite end.
“What do you think, Rachel?” he implored, peering up at her from the rim of his cup as he took a sip.
“I-I don’t know,” she spoke lowly. “I don’t remember what happened that night.”
“Ah yes, I remember that was the case… Convenient.” She gave pause to judge what he might mean by that. He noticed her strange, worried stare and decided to add, “for the killer, that is.”
Outside her window, a flickering glow caught her attention. People were now gathered around, wielding torches. Uneasiness began creeping over her. Disregarding his comment, she countered with a question of her own, “Dr. Danny, why are there so many people outside?”
“Oh yes, about that…” He began, feigning dismay as he set his tea and saucer on the coffee table, “This arrangement was supposed to remain confidential between Mr. Crowley and I, but you must know how gossip travels around our village. As it turns out, I’ve been approached with concerns from multiple townspeople so an evaluation was arranged. They believe it’s in your best interest for me to lock you up, Rachel.” He informed bluntly.
Her heart was suddenly beating loudly in her ears at those words. If she was to be locked up, why wouldn’t he start off with that important bit of information to begin with?!
At the startled and equally perplexed look on her face, he chose to elaborate, his tone darkening to sound much more sinister, “I’m afraid they are convinced you are a witch, and they want to search your home for evidence. They are adamant that should they find proof that you be detained in the asylum.”
“A-a witch?” she echoed out of confusion. “But I’m not-”
“Of course not.” He soothed, using the back of his hand to stroke her cheek, “That’s an absurd accusation.” There was a brief pause before he added, “But, you are a murderer.”
Her eyes widened as she leaned away from him in alarm. His blunt confrontation made her blood run cold and a chill ran through down her spine.
“I know you have sewn up animals hidden away in your bedroom. I know you have sewn replica dolls of many of the townspeople. I know that your darker tastes in books will definitely raise a few brows. But most importantly, I know you killed your parents because I’m the village serial killer, and I didn’t do it. But also because, I know a psychopath when I see one. You’re not a witch, just a bit mentally instable, in my professional opinion,” he added casually.
“But I-“ She started to protest, only to be cut short.
“Don’t worry, Rachel. I know you killed your parents and sewed them up, but I promise I won’t tell anyone. In fact, I can clear up this whole misunderstanding…” he trailed off, implying there were more to his proposition, “If you agree to stay with me forever.” There was no sign of his usual cheery, polite demeanor. “I shall ask you again… Please reconsider my proposal and marry me, my dear Rachel.”
She trembled, pressing her body further against the couch as if willing more space between them as he scooted closer.
He knocked her cup from her hands and it clumsily fell onto the floor, shattering into pieces. He crawled over her forcing her to lay back to avoid him, hovering over her with his hands trapping her on either side of her, “Stay with me, Rachel,” he breathed huskily, desperate to convince her, “I’ve been so unbearably lonely.”
Just before his hand could make contact, she pulled the knife from her sleeve and stabbed him in the fake eye. He cried out in anger and pain, grasping at the knife to pull it out but it took his false eye with it. His hand covered his bleeding socket and blood seeped down between his fingers. She used that moment to duck away from him, making a break for the nearby bedroom that used to belong to her parents. Hearing him shout after her, she frantically locked the door and immediately went for the window across the room, struggling to lift it. Angry banging rattled the door only seconds after.
“Open the door Rachel,” Danny’s voice echoed through the barrier of the door. “Rachel!”
She paid him no mind as she slipped out through the window, falling a short drop onto the ground.
“There! She’s trying to escape!” a voice rang out over the others. The villagers began to close in on her, having no other option but to dash for the tree line. She knew as soon as she reached the cover of the forest that many would hesitate to follow. The woods were known to be dangerous, as the tales warned; Those that entered rarely ever returned.
Even so, a handful of villagers were brave enough to continue their pursuit, calling after her.
“Get her!”
“Come back, you witch!”
“You can’t escape the wrath of God!”
She fought her way through the black, leafless trees. Their talon-like branches scratched and clawed at her clothes and bare skin. It was freezing without appropriate clothing to protect her from the cold, but she barely had time to register it seeing as she was too focused on pushing her legs to move as fast as they were capable of. She continued running until she tripped and fell into an opening. She crashed into the dirt and landed in a pile of dried leaves, scraping her palms and knees.
Recovering slowly, she only realized the pain in her ankle when she stood. She winced, but forced the pain into the back of her mind for now. She was out of breath and struggled to regulate her breathing. To her relief, she didn’t hear anyone following anymore; she must’ve succeeded in losing the mob chasing after her. She brushed herself off, allowing herself a moment of rest. It wasn’t as if she had a destination in mind… She looked around at her surroundings, trying to gain some sense of direction but it was no use. There was a quick flash of lightening followed by a low rumble of thunder that vibrated the earth. The air was musty with pending rain and angry dark clouds were rolling in. Above her, the blue moon caught her eye and on the horizon just below it, she saw…
Rachel’s breath caught when she saw it. She knew, as soon as she laid eyes on the decaying carcass of a castle looming over a cliff’s edge in the near distance, against the stormy sky that the folklore was all true… The stories they told in the village weren’t merely stories, made up to keep children from wondering off into the forests. There must have been some truth, because the proof was right in front of her at that very moment. The thing of nightmares… real.
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