Her Fairytale Ending

As I’m sitting at my table drinking my coffee and reading the paper, I come across a missing person’s article. Another young woman who disappeared without a trace. Like so many before this one, the woman was young, pretty, well-liked by everyone and happy in her life. The family is quoted with the usual “we just don’t understand how someone could do this to our angel.” I don’t mean to sound heartless here, but I know in this particular case, the family is full of shit. How do I know this? Well, I’m the one who made the woman disappear. I have made so many unhappy women disappear over the years that I have begun to lose count. I don’t kill them, at least not intentionally. I simply offer them everything their hearts desire and let’s face it, their hearts always desire true love. So cliché. Once I notice a woman, I watch them and wait. I see what their habits are, who their friends are, and if they are worthy. If it’s too easy it isn’t fun, if they die too early then i

Her POV I woke up in the forest and my head was pounding. How the hell did I get here? The last thing I remembered, I was at the bar talking to that creepy lady. I looked down and saw that I was wearing strange clothing. Definitely not the jeans and tee I went out in yesterday. I now had on black pants, similar to leggings but made out of a weird material, a light long sleeved top covered by a leather corset, and simple black boots. I could definitely rock this look, but I felt like I was dressed up for Halloween. To complete the ensemble, I had on fingerless gloves and a cloak. I felt around my new clothes and found some pockets. Inside were some odd coins, a few daggers, flint and a striker, and some cord. My phone and money were gone and I cursed that woman for robbing me. But how did she do it? I only remember having the one drink and why were my clothes different? The whole thing was not adding up. And how did I end up in the woods? I felt like a boulde

Her POV I was practically dragged back to this camp. While the men did not “harm” me, they sure as hell weren’t nice or accommodating. As the trees started to thin, I noticed the loud sounds of several people being congregated in one location. It wasn’t long after that we broke through the tree line and I could see our destination. The camp filled most of a large meadow, it had to be the size of at least three football fields and it was densely packed. Surrounding the whole thing was a ditch lined with sharpened wood spears. As far as I could tell there was only one small way in or out. I tried to do a quick surveillance while we walked. I wanted to know how many men were guarding the entrance and how many were stationed along the perimeter. The only thing I could gather was a complete lack of discipline amongst the men. This was surprising given The Creepy Thin Man’s personality. I thought he would have run a very tight ship, but to my benefit, he seemed to

Her POV I was running out of food when we heard the shouting. A horn blew in the distance and I knew the camp was under attack.  I closed my eyes and just listened to my salvation. The sound of battle rang around me and nothing had ever sounded so beautiful. Men were screaming and dying, horns were blasting and chaos was all around us. I couldn’t help the single tear that slid down my face, the distraction I so desperately craved had arrived.Sir Duggar was cussing and frantically running around the room attaching armor and weapons to his body.A man barged into the tent, “Sir! We are under attack!”“Well that is kind of obvious,” Sir Duggar snarled. “Who Wesley, who is attacking us?”“I think ‘tis the Bravousians, some were seeing green flags but tis dark Sir.”“Let us hope not, come help get this armor on.”It seemed like the battle r

Her POV  My heart was pounding as my mind contemplated flight or fight. There were a few hundred soldiers in front of me so running to the woods was no longer an option. Running back the way I came would be like running into a burning building. My chances of survival, extremely low – and that was if I could get past the men. I looked to the left and right, there weren’t any armies but the men from the woods would get to me before I got out of their range.Fight. I decided then and there that dying with daggers in my hands was better than being another prisoner. I took a deep breath, moved my head from side to side, and rolled my shoulders stretching out my muscles. This was it, my do or die moment and more than likely I was going to die. Mentally prepared, I took a defensive stance rotating my body to watch the men approaching me from both sides.As I rotated, my shoulder collided with something hard and my adrenal