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A Life Entwined with Darkness and Love · Shallow Nights: Scary Bedtime Stories

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  The howl pierced through the biting cold, breaking apart the
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  bitter stillness of the night. Ron sighed.
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  He recognized her pain woven within the inhuman cries.
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  He shook the light dusting of snow from his shoulders, stood
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  up and paced around the frosted pine.
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  He had chosen to wait for her beneath.
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  The time was quickly approaching, and he wasn't sure
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  that he was ready. He pulled his silver ring from
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  his finger, kissed it, then gripped it tightly in his first
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  as he cherished the delay of the confrontation for as long as he
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  could. He cursed the day he chose to
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  walk the path of a hunter, but now he cursed more the day in
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  which his work had followed him home.
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  His negligence had proven to be costly, and now he had to make
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  amends in the worst of ways. The crunch of her heavy foot
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  falls in the snow and the decisive snapping of twigs
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  echoed from the surrounding woods.
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  Her heavy panting beat against his eardrums.
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  Even at this distance, each of her breaths was a cruel strike
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  to his heart, rending him to the point of tears that he fought
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  with all his strength to keep from breaching his eyelids and
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  cascading down his face. Her howling sliced through the
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  silence once again. He looked up to the pale of the
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  full moon and kissed his ring once more.
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  She was close. He squeezed the symbol of his
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  commitment tighter in his grasp, warping it from its perfectly
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  circular shape as he stepped back below the shadow of the
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  pine. Reaching beneath his coat, he
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  hesitantly gripped the handle of his antique muzzleloader pistol
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  in heirloom, given to him by her father in place of the dowry he
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  could not afford. Ron peeked under the flap of his
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  jacket at the inscribed initials of the old man.
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  Her father had scratched them out of the finely polished
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  wooden grip, replacing them with an inscription of Ronald's own
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  right beside them. A tacky but meaningful gesture,
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  Ron had always thought. He drew the pistol and, after
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  tearing away the paper end of a powder cartridge with his teeth,
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  poured the propellant down the barrel.
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  He always knew there was the risk that their time together
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  would be short. It was only natural in his line
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  of work. However, he never expected it to
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  end this way. He'd always thought he'd be the
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  one to die first. Of all the evils he'd faced, all
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  the monsters he'd slain, of all the glories of heaven and the
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  terrors of hell, he never could have predicated the occurrence
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  of a tragedy such as this. He knew better, but he couldn't
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  approach this with the same decisive coldness with which he
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  regarded his usual marks. This was the love of his life,
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  the spark of warmth that set fire to his passionless and icy
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  existence. Ron tensed as the crunching of
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  snow drew nearer. He breathed in deeply through
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  his nose. He could smell her perfume.
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  He closed his eyes, wishing he could wrap himself in the aroma
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  and pause time to bask within it for all eternity.
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  It was the same sweet scent of roses that had always
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  accompanied the arrival of her letters when he was away and her
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  presence when they were together.
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  The scent that would now forever plague his memories and leave
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  him longing for the times before this night.
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  His nose crinkled as another smell breached his nasal
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  passages. The metallic scent of fresh
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  blood invaded his nostrils, cleverly cloaked, disguised by
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  the sweet flora like an assassin hiding within a crowd, waiting
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  to strike down the innocence of his reminiscence.
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  A sour reminder of what she had become.
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  Ronald desperately wished he had chosen any other path in life.
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  A career as a banker, perhaps. He had always been good with
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  numbers, or at least she had always claimed him to be.
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  They could have moved to a big city, raised a family grown old
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  together. No, he couldn't have.
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  He was born into it, groomed for this twisted and hellish role,
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  destined to pursue the family business.
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  But he tried O how he foolishly tried to have some semblance of
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  a normal life on the side. This was the result.
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  This was the fruit of his laborers, the price he had to
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  pay for carrying the family torch.
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  But flames are greedy, and the fire had grown to dwell near his
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  hand without him even realizing. Now he had finally felt the
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  burn. She stepped out from the tree
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  line and into view. A Crimson Sheen shone brightly
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  under the light of the moon, crudely painted over the thick
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  fur that infested her mutated body.
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  She stopped suddenly, raising her snout into the air and
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  sniffing suspiciously for the source of his familiar scent.
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  He gulped. It was time, there was no way
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  around it, and although it pained him, he knew her
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  suffering was far worse than his own.
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  This would be the hardest thing he'd ever had to do, but he
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  reminded himself of the vows they had made to one another.
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  He had sworn to be there for her in sickness and in health.
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  Now she was sick, and only in death could she be cured one way
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  or the other. Tonight those vows would reach
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  out and grasp the cruelty of their culmination.
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  Tonight, they would part. Ronald stepped out from beneath
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  the pine. He dropped his now bent silver
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  wetting ring down the muzzleloader's barrel and
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  flicked the side to ensure it rested snugly atop the powder at
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  the bottom. He held the pistol out before
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  him, keeping it pointed at her heart as he edged closer to
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  ensure his accuracy. Their eyes met as the lunar
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  light flooded over him, and he could not stop a single tear
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  from breaking through the barricades.
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  Her eyes were the same blue that he had fallen in love with so
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  many years before, but no recognition swam within the
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  depths of their pristine hue. As her pupils narrowed down on
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  him, blood and saliva dripped from her jaw, blemishes upon the
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  purity of the snow beneath. She growled lowly.
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  He pulled back the hammer with a shaking hand and took one last
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  deep breath. Then all became quite steady.
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  Cecilia. Ron said calmly.
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  She roared, and a single gunshot pierced the forest.
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  A howl shattered the stillness of the night once more.