There was a time when people were much more humble, a time that despite its peace, became quite chaotic, science was not in its flower and certainly not in its heyday, to say that ignorance was the synonym of standard social should not surprise anyone, however saddening. The amount of stories that surrounded the various regions were jocular, tell me, if they burned my sister under the pagan logic that she was a witch.
At some point the murders began to act presence throughout the high and wide of our humble land, I as a simple blacksmith could not but keep silent and observe, my opinion was null, it was obtuse, it was rumored the stalking of a werewolf hanging around the frigid and tempestuous forests of the area. I could not do more than not pay attention, I had been commissioned to design scale models of dancers for a certain important maid in the town.
Dressing my best looks, loading my tools in an ancient leather suitcase, I decided to go to the Lordeaur mansion at the top of the hill, when the guards arrived they treated me like a beggar, almost throw me into the pile of mud where the pigs, nevertheless came a squire naming my presence, the filthy squire had come late on purpose, that fat bald with huge ears was so to say courting some ladies who did nothing but mock him, because of that was born his delay.
Once inside the mansion magnificent views radiated before my eyes, that had the finest Victorian decoration and certainly I did not paint well in all this, the young lady came down and then after great and eternal steps, she looked back at me with extreme humility, I did not see myself like the rest of the high society did, she was a lady, but she was also a person, her warmth penetrating every fiber of my delicate heart. I had fallen in love? I asked myself, once before me he offered me a cup of the finest tea of the house, I could not, a simple blacksmith accept such a proposal, but it would be an even greater dishonor to reject it, so I accepted cautiously and painfully. As if lowered to my level the kind lady gave me a tour of the entire mansion, she had hired me and holy heaven, never spoke of work, it seemed as if I wanted to start a friendship with me.
She sat down for a moment to see some rabbits playing in the meadows in the immense jungle that they called the garden, it was a beautiful sight, I had never seen such an innocent being belonging to the high society, that heated my blood. For seconds she talked to me and the ideas were leaving me, I did not listen to her, so that every moment I had to answer "Excuse me?" Any other nobleman would send me to eat with the pigs, but she just laughed and gave me a look increasingly bright. Then I remembered old legends about the Lordeaur family, it was said that they were a damned family, they did not know its origin but many claimed that they came from France and some also murmured that it was a family of vampires, seeing the pale test of the Miss's skin made me doubt whether it was true or not, but in my sinful atheism I could not accept such accusations, a simple blacksmith, yes, but I was also a scholar and knew that I could not get carried away by pathetic hoaxes of yesteryear.
Shortly after the construction, the members of the cleaning committee of the mansion applauded my work, splendid, how fast! Some said, I could only attribute my speed and my perfectionism to the hands that had been polished for so long under the art of blacksmithing and sheet metal sculpture, once I was about to leave, completely after finishing my work I said goodbye of the cleaning committee, I was about to leave but the lady stopped me, what does a lady running towards a humble like me? I asked, "Come with me," the maid replied, pulling me by the arm by force so we climbed into her private cabin. Why is this my lady? I asked for. The miss began to cry and told me a fantastic story about how she hated living in that place, her work as a lady were exhausted, what she should eat, how she should behave and how she was forced to treat other people, so I could understand that her behavior kind was due to the fact that we were both completely alone, there she could be who she was, a sweet noble and pure soul. They were going to tire her with her uncle, thirty-two years older than her, and well, the rest is history, I could not find it, and among tears I could not help laughing, the young lady's look turned enigmatic when she saw me laughing with So much disdain, what happens? What do you think is so funny? He asked, I looked back at him and said, do you know what time is my lady? Then the lady was scared to see through the window and observe the huge full moon reflecting on the studio. "No, no, you are ..." He tried to say, "Am I who?" I told him, I mean what is night, how big is this mansion will be easy to fool the guards, we could escape through the catacombs. His eyes of fear with tears still stuck then became a light of hope, we went down not before disguising the maid as a maid either. The catacombs were always open and connected to the outside patio, so they would be a good escape route, and do you have somewhere to go after escaping from this mansion? I asked, My mother my lord, I will go with my mother who is in France, I do not know how or when but I will return with her. I was not going to say that to get to that country I would need to travel a lot, but certainly a long time by boat, but I did not want to let die its beautiful light of hope.
It was difficult to go unnoticed by the guards who, although far away, could technically see us from a distance, but the night helped. The huge moon represented a lighthouse that illuminated a whole road to the town below, we would cross the downtown forest to get faster and go unnoticed, but the maid stopped, the forest? But there are werewolves and goblins thirsty for blood. My lady, will not you really believe in those anecdotes of the past? I trusted that none of these biblical creatures exist, they are just simple cryptic beasts. I took her arm sharply as she had previously done with me and we moved forward. You know too much to be a blacksmith, and I apologize if I offend your profession, he said. My profession has made me good with my hands but my hobby is reading, there is no book of political, general or medical sciences that I have not read. My simple words gave an air of greater confidence in the maiden who already seemed to have lost the fear of the forest. Stop, please stop ... Affirmed the same who looked exhausted, under the light of the reflections of that huge moon seemed to shine, his skin was so white that hypnotized. I even got excited, I approached with total confidence towards the young lady and letting me carry the most sexual and psychological impulses I began to caress her neck. The lady's face was of doubt but did not seem to bother with it, at least that was it, until I started to tighten hard, her neck was soft and extremely thin, how could I avoid strangling her if she was practically hanging on to me screaming? The maid clung with all her strength to my arms but she was not strong enough to placate mine, my face was completely ecstatic, revealing a completely marked erection, it was inevitable that her eyes turned white with well-marked red veins and his mouth began to expel sage and blood until it lost consciousness. I did not kill her, I certainly did not, but I laid her body in the bushes and I decided to do what I knew best, "use my hands" I opened the reliable leather bag that characterized me so much and took out my implements of sculpture and design, I proceeded then to skin her while she was still alive, and once the skin was completely removed I began to separate her breasts from her body, at some point she began to convulse, would it be pain or would it be the loss of blood? So, as the last key act a scalpel in his chest and fortunately opened his eyes, I can never know what he saw but I bet the face of his savior smiling with a huge red moon behind. I forgot to tell him that I lied a little bit, vampires, witches and werewolves all exist, but they are not like the idiots of this nameless people imagined them, because yes, the werewolf of the town had charged another victim to his credit. . And the only witness was Pluto himself and the humble but always present psychopompos.
