Marybell

There walked in the light of day a creature of sorts wearing fashionable clothes and the newest hair style.He wanted innocent hearts to rob of their wining cradle.He walked long days finding Marybell a young eighteen year old.He stalked her by every waking moment unknowing to this naive child, so pure.

She loved to walk the park and streets of Philadelphia,so much history that she admired.Her hair was golden flowing in the wind, as she strides on air, smiling at everyone, sharing her charm. Everyone who passed her radiated with glee, a happy inner peace covered them all.She carried a pink girlish book bag and wore two ponytails in her blond hair. Her eyes twinkled in the sunlight saying to all, I love you.

But he neared her with his charm casting his wicked spell.

To him she did fall, deeper in love, more than she imagine from her dreams of love stories.

He kissed her only, but one kiss, before he took her to his cave of warlocks and witches, awaiting the blood of the virgin.

He bound her to the altar draining her.

They drank her red warm blood leaving her for dead.

Only finding her gone the next day.

They scattered like scared dogs from the howling sirens of the law.

With guns in hand the law made many of the occult members splatter to red lifeless bodies, which they afflicted on Marybell.

Avengers were the righteous all and all.