Deadly Princess

I, a beautiful young woman, age beyond your comprehension sat on the porch of an old lady’s house i used to know. Shes gone now, dead. I look out onto her farm, the long corn in rows of only 20 this year. It is the 17th century and farming and whoring are the only jobs to be givin to a woman. I don’t mind, the fall is coming and wheat is dieing in the back yard. I stand and start to walk through the corn, the smell filling my nose. It’s disgusting, how can they eat this, it doesn’t move, it doesn’t scream, it doesn’t even bleed. What sort of food is that, but i ignore it and walk until the end of the corn comes to the road. Not many villagers travel this far out, only the stupid ones, and just in the nick of time one happens to be coming up over the hill towards me, the horses trotting along, pulling a wooden carriage down the hill. I wait for it, just as suspected it stops in front of me. The horses back up and the man at the seat strains to keep them under control. When he finally does the wooden door opens and a hansome young man, with light eyes and long black hair nods to me. “good afternoon madam, do you need a lift.” His acent was heavy irish, he wasn’t from around here, good. I lift my self up into the carriage with a bit of his help. The reins wiped and we began to move. He looked at me strangely, practically staring. I hated it, so looked at him with my innocent eyes. He smiled ” are you cold ma’am you look pale in the skin and dark in the eyes. I don’t want you to have a fever.” I smiled at him, and mustered the most quiet and soft voice i had in my arsonal. ” I’m fine young sir, do not worry about a poor peasant.” He nodded and we road to the town in silence, right before we approached the city gates, i killed him. Not to grusome but not to fair. I killed the driver and let the horses run away in the distance, they will die out there anyway, and left the carriage in the road(i like people to know of my killings, it feeds me the fear i desire). i drag the corpes back to my home, were i add them to my pile of eateries which includes the old woman. I sit on the porch and look out into the corn. The fall is coming then after that the winter, 5 more bodies should be enough. I must prepare for my hibernation, i don’t like the cold.