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Frozen blood

GeschichteDrama, Horror / P12 / Gen
27.03.2021
27.03.2021
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It stopped. All the crying, shouting, yelling just stopped. The loudest silence I ever had to endure, with my heartbeat being the only thing I could hear. All this blood. Blood, being cried out of empty eyes, soaking a white wedding dress and turning it red. It should have been the most beautiful day in the life of my sister. She should have laughed, cried tears of joy and stared longingly into her new husbands’ eyes. Eyes that are no more. I wanted to run over to the altar and do… Anything, hoping it would help. But all I could do was to stare in panic at the bizarre and yet weirdly aesthetic scenery in front of me. It seemed like the couple at the altar was frozen in time.  They had been about to say yes, still holding their hands.
'Isn’t it beautiful?’ A voice coming from seemingly everywhere. It startled me. I was hot and cold at the same time. ‘Wouldn’t you say that blood is one of the most beautiful things?’ That voice. Where was it coming from? It sounded high and thin but at the same time deep and roaring. ‘Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? There it ends.’ Laughing. The sound echoed through the church and seemed to fill every crack and every chink. The silence. Why wasn’t anyone saying anything? Why did they stop crying?  I could not move my head to look at my mother and my boyfriend sitting left and right from me in the front row. I felt their warmth but also, I did not. I felt detached.

Suddenly, there was a push from behind and then another and another. I tried to resist but something took control over my body and forced me towards the altar. It hurt. It felt like needles were penetrating my muscles. I tried to control my breath, but it was as hard as to contain my fast-beating heart. My breath, my heart and my hollow steps were the only things I could hear. The couple in red and barely white stopped crying blood. Their skin had turned white like snow. ‘Hello, my dear.’ The force stopped moving me forward and the pain faded. Yet, I would have screamed if I could. ‘I see that you are confused.’ The voice came from my sister’s mouth. Her lips were moving, speaking with this thin and yet deep voice. I just wanted to run away in the hope this would all be a dream. But my muscles wouldn’t obey me. I stood there in panic and all I could do was to witness. My sister or whatever entity had overtaken her body moved her head in my direction and smiled sinisterly. ‘Miriam, how can you sleep at night?’ How did she or it know my name? Slowly, very slowly she turned her whole body to me.  Her empty blood encrusted eyes were the most horrifying thing I had ever seen.
With a light and way too soft movement she pushed the man in the red and white suit next to her off the altar to the side. He fell like the frozen statue that he was and was dashed to pieces. ‘Let’s have a little chat, shall we?’ she said und snapped her fingers. Suddenly, the force, that held me in place, had lifted and I fell over. I knew that my legs wouldn’t be able to support my weight when I tried to stand up again, therefore I didn’t. ‘Who are you?’ I asked, trying to sound courageous but all I could do was rasp. ‘Why are you doing this? Why are you doing this to my sister?’ ‘This isn’t your sister anymore, love.’

While I was under her influence it hadn’t been possible but now, the tears fell freely down my face. I welcomed the short warmth on my skin. Until now, I hadn’t realized how cold I was. ‘Who are you then? ‘ I asked shiveringly and wrapped my arms around my body. Maybe I could get a little warmth back „And why my sister? What did she do to you?’ She shook her head and nearly looked compassionate doing so. ‘I see, we have a lot to talk about.‘ As she approached me it seemed like she was floating above the ground. Then she sat down in front of me. The smell of iron, which I had been only aware of on a subliminal level, hit me with full force in the face and I had to gag. I looked away. This sight wasn’t bearable anymore. ‘I don’t have a name. I never had a name. The only thing you need to know is that I am a demon. I am on this earth to right wrongs, to punish those who don’t obey their oath.’ It was hard to concentrate on this ambiguous voice. The cold, my fear and the blood smell nearly drove me crazy. ‘And what did I do?’ My voice was hardly hearable. What did I do wrong to deserve this?  ‘You killed your sister, my dear.’ My heart skipped a beat. I did what? ‘And her spouse and with a little bad luck you will kill every single one sitting in this disgusting church.’ I turned my head so quickly the bones in my neck cracked. My family, friends, they were all sitting behind me, frozen in time. Some still had their mouth open, fear in their eyes. Did they know what was going on?

Slowly I turned my head back. Suddenly my sister’s body wasn’t covered in blood anymore. The blood seemed to flow back up into her eyes and left a beautiful white dress behind. It was as fascinating as it was horrifying to watch her eyes restore themselves. Her blue eyes glistened. I couldn’t suppress a sob. My sister looked so divine in that dress. I remembered when we had gone shopping and had picked it out together. The first dress she had tried on was instantly a perfect match. ‘This could have been your sister on her big day,’ the demon grinned. ‘Please tell me what I did!’ I repeated with emphasis. My feet felt ice cold through my thin shoes. I didn’t know how long I would last without my body getting the much needed warmth. ‘Do you remember your brother’s wedding?‘. I was confused. What was important about that wedding? ‘The wedding was six years ago.‘ I said slowly. ‘And what was it you had done then?’ The demon’s voice lost its light aspects and the depth of it roared in my ears. ‘I don’t know what you mean.’ All of this didn’t make any sense. Maybe, when I closed my eyes I would wake up?
‘You know it!‘ the voice hissed angrily. Suddenly, I felt a hot and real pain around my wrist. It wasn’t a dream. I gasped and opened my eyes again. The demon had gripped my wrist and nearly crushed it. ‘Let me go!’ I cried. I felt my skin blister under the stranger’s touch. ‘Your sister-in-law threw the bridal bouquet and what did you do?’ The face that once was my sisters was so close to mine that I could feel the rotten breath on my face. ‘WHAT DID YOU DO?‘, the demon screamed. I tried to push it away, but it was way stronger than me. ‘I caught it!‘ I cried desperately. ‘Please let me go!‘ ‘Yes, you caught it and you didn’t think one second about the consequences, did you? Don’t you know what it means?‘ The demon finally let my hand go and pushed me to the side. It stood up and left me there, my wrist burning with pain. Under its disdainful look I slowly managed to sit up again and to crawl a bit away from it. ‘Why did you catch it?‘ ‘I… I did it for fun’ I stuttered. ‘It was a joke because everyone there knew that I don’t want to get married.’ ‘Well, but you must.‘ My sister’s face was distorted by anger and hatred, an expression that was excruciating to look at.
‘When a human catches a bridal bouquet they take a subliminal and binding oath. You broke it and now you have to pay.’ ‘What oath? I just caught the bouquet, that’s normal at weddings. There is no oath.’ I knew that I worsened the situation by discussing with this demon but I was scared and desperate. ‘Everyone who caught the bouquet in history did abide. You messed with forces you can’t understand.’ I shook my head to catch a clear thought, but I could only hear my blood rushing in my ears. I didn’t know where the pain in my body was and where it wasn’t. I felt hot and cold at the same time. ‘So,’ I said slowly ‘If I want the people in my family to be able to marry whenever and whoever they want, I need to get married first?’ ‘Oh no!’ The demon laughed and it was the most gruesome sound I ever had to hear. It filled the room as if it wanted to make it burst. ‘You have to get married if you want everyone here to survive.’
Suddenly I felt life force rushing back into me and the adrenaline helped me to stand up on my numb legs. I limped over to my boyfriend who still sat there frozen like everyone else. I grabbed his arm. ‘This is my boyfriend. His name is Alex. We were only dating for two months but we can get married right now, can’t we?’ Hopeful, I looked at the demon. ‘This way I can save everyone, right?’ It smiled and carefully straightened my sisters dress as if it had to think about my proposal. Then I saw the mockery in its eyes and my hope collapsed as did my legs. I felt helpless. ‘Why not?‘ ‘Was he your partner when you caught the bouquet?‘ ‘No,’ I whispered. ‘Did you have a partner then?‘. I nodded. ‘Lucky you,‘ the demon smiled. ‘Who was it?‘ I stared at it. If I had tears left, they would have glazed my face. There was a reason this name had not left my lips for this last year.

I closed my eyes. ‘WHO WAS IT?‘ My lips shivered as I tried to whisper his name. ‘What was that? Marko?’ I nodded, my eyes still closed.  My heart jumped against my costal arch as if it wanted to flee. I felt the same. ‘Where is he now?’ ‘He can’t… He is… He died one year ago,‘ I breathed. I didn’t feel anything. It was just numbness. ‘It seems like there is more to this story.’ I heard the malicious glee in the demon’s voice and as it sat down in front of me again, I also saw it in its face. ‘I… I ran him over. It was dark… and… he tumbled drunk onto the street.’ I didn’t now how I got myself to say these words. I never forgave myself. ‘I couldn’t stop the car.’ ‘Well,’ the demon said and stood up. As I thought I would never be able to do the same ever again I felt the demon’s force taking control over my body.  I was teared away from where I was laying. I floated through colorful haziness and finally the world around me solidified again. I looked around as my head was the only body part I could move on my own. Blue sky, no wind but the freezing cold didn’t leave. It seemed to be stuck with me like a curse. ‘Where are we?’ The wedding dress seemed to sparkle in the sun light as its wearer stood next to me. The demon snapped its fingers and brought me to my feet. Pain flashed through my body. My feet hurt under my weight and every forced movement seemed to burn my flesh.
My body turned around and I finally saw where we were. We stood on a graveyard and it took me a second to realize which graveyard it was. More specifically in front of whose grave we stood. ‘You know this place, right?’. Yes, I did. Marko Goldstein 1990-2020. ‘What-?’ In this moment I lost my voice. I tried to form sentences, but the demon took them from me. ‘You want to save your family?’ I couldn’t answer, therefore I nodded. ‘And you must marry the person you were in a relationship with at the time of your brother’s wedding.’ I knew what the demon wanted to tell me, but this couldn’t be true. It couldn’t mean this. All this because I made a joke six years ago. I couldn’t control my breath and for a moment I felt like I had to smother. I was exhausted and my fast-beating heart didn’t help. How would he look like? Was he already fully rotten? ‘Every wedding requires a kiss.‘  Please, no. ‘Until death do you part.‘ Did that mean.. ‘And no’ the demon smiled as if it heard my thoughts. ‘Taking your own life would also end all the lives of your oved ones.’ I tried to fight against the force that was holding me. All I wanted to do was run away and never look back. ‘I think what you need is a shovel, right?’ I didn’t want to take it. I resisted with every muscle in my body, but the pain was only driven deeper into me. It was pointless. There was no peace in death. I had to save my family and also, I didn’t have a choice. I took a deep breath. ‘I’m sorry, Marko,’ I thought. ‘Please forgive me.’ As my arms rammed the shovel into the ground, I knew my pain had only just begun.
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