THE IMPOSTER'S RECKONING

My world was on fire.

My body, rising from the shadows of my grave, felt torn.

My heart pumped no blood, My lungs breathed no air.

I was still, like a thief in the night.

I stumbled out of the hole in the ground and looked at my surroundings.

Only darkness, no one in sight.

As I stood there waiting for this nightmare to end

Waiting for this nightmare to make sense, memories started to flood my mind.

A man with beautiful blue eyes and hair as dark as his soul.

Fredrick.

My Fredrick.

My soulmate, my bossy man, the love of my life, licking my blood off a knife that he used to stab me in the heart.

My chest tightened as the winter wind slapped across my body, but yet I felt nothing.

My blonde hair cascaded around my shoulders and hid behind my back, leaving the wind to nip at my face.

I did not move, I did not breathe.

I was simply nothing.

I kept picturing his smile.

The blood running down his plump lips and dripping off his chin.

He was a God to me.

Something most women can't even imagine.

His chest hovered over my 5'5 frame and his hands, although rough from work, felt like velvet on my skin.

He owned my body, my mind, and my heart yet, he killed me.

I ran my brittle finger up my arm and rested it over my heart as If it were beating; I was sure it would break once more.

Why is it not beating?

How can one who is dead climb out of their tomb on a dark winter night and contemplate life without the devil guiding their every move?

My mind wandered for hours as I stood in that same spot.

Perhaps I was in shock, or perhaps I wanted to die again.

Eventually, the sun came up, melted off the snow and it burned my skin.

If I could cry, I would have.

Horrible blisters painted my body and even as I ran, the wind did nothing as I reached the house just outside the graveyard, and I smashed through the window just to stop myself from burning.

Where the strength came from, I never knew, Or I don't understand.

I sat on the kitchen floor in a stranger's home and screamed.

Screamed for the confusion, for the pain, for Fredrick.

As I calmed down from my manic behavior, I noticed the blisters slowly fading and also a noise stirring from upstairs.

A man came into view, and suddenly, now I could remember what fear felt like. This man, with long brown hair and long nails.

I was still in shock; I sat there calmly and watched him.

His eyes held no emotion as he walked towards me and just as I wanted to back away, he grabbed a fist full of my hair and brought a cup to my mouth.

He gave me something to drink, not bitter nor sweet.

Wha..... what is that?

"An elixir"

Ha! Ha!! Saving you so that you wouldn't go back to the hole you came from.

Before I knew it, my head was being pulled back, and my body collided with the wall.

The man stood up and smiled down at me.

"Get up, princess; we have been waiting for you for a very long time".

I was confused, I slowly sat up.

Numbness flooded my body and I realized that I must be in hell.

I had drank an unknown elixir.

The stranger did not let me ponder long before he yanked my arm up and pulled me upstairs.

I arrived in a room that had no windows and had a bed on the floor.

It was empty, however; four men and a woman were in it. All of them were just as emotionless as that man.

"Who are you"? I managed to croak out after a miserable long minutes of silence.

"Who we do not matter; what we can do for you is the important part," the woman spoke first.

The air in the room seemed to get thicker; if my body could still breathe, it would have been damaging.

I sat there talking to the strangers and it occurred to me that no matter what they say, I am in hell.

There is no other explanation for the series of unfortunate events that have forced themselves upon my body in the last few hours.

"Where is Fredrick"? The sentence left my mouth before I realized his face filled my mind, and suddenly, he was all that made sense.

I needed to find him.

I needed to get answers.

I needed to be taken away from this nightmare.

One man laughed, and cold chills ran down my spine.

"Ha! Ha!! Just the reason you're here, he hissed.

The woman took my arm and sat down next to me on the bed.

"Fredrick murdered you 120 years ago at the request of his father to become the Mafia boss.

He is no longer a Mafia boss but a king.

What!

How could This be?

He has turned his mansion into a palace.

Time has passed, and his mansion does not exist in modern times, but he is still very much king of undead.

We have brought you back to kill him and set our people free.

You are the last known person that he loved.

What he is, we don't know but we called him the reincarnation of the devil.

He is a Monster.

Th...then what are you?

Ha! Ha!! We are a Witches and You, Molly, are a walking dead.