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Writing isn't really what I do best, so I feel a little imbarassed posting this, or very imbarrased really xD But I kinda felt like it...  I know it's a little cliché and stupid and stuff, and there's probably tons of mistakes, but I hope you might like it :)

Once upon a time in the Western Carpathians, Transylvania…

A pitch black darkness lay as a heavy carpet over the thick woods, and only a few stars managed to shine their way through the misty skies. An icy wind blew strongly over the treetops and visited every corner possible, leaving no place untouched by it’s cold embrace. Threatening, tall mountains surrounded the rather forlorn valley, and all that was to be heard was some hollow cries from wolves far away and the sound of fast batwings circling through the woods seeking for something to eat. But they weren’t all alone. A young girl with an appearance almost like an angel, had found her way to the abandoned lands of the Carpathians, looking for someone…

She had been searching high and low for her beloved in something that seemed like an eternity. There was no sign of him anywhere, no one had seen him, or heard of him. She had almost given up finding Lucius, lost every hope in seeing him again, when finally she found someone that had good news for her. A young man, just about his age had been observed wandering about near the Olt river, which runs through the Carpathians and ends in the Danube, on his way further up in the country. Overwhelmed by joy, she had rushed after him the way she was told by the old woman he went. She had promised herself at the very moment she found out that he mysteriously had disappeared, that she never would stop searching, she had to know what had happened to him. She finally thought the answer was near and her hope of seeing her Lucius again had reinforced.

Lillith tucked her coat tighter around her body and continued to walk further east, where the forest seemed to break up and where she could get a glimpse of a little village lying on the top of a distant mountain. She hoped to get there before sundown, though sunlight was a not existing phenomenon thereabout, maybe there would be someone in the village that had more to tell her about her dear Lucius.

The journey had taken longer than expected, and it didn’t help that she had to seek shelter for the night under a big rock. The rain kept poring down like tears from the sky and thunder reaped down like no tomorrow. She had lost so much time already, and couldn’t afford to loose even more just because the weather gods seemed to have something against her.

But finally after many days of struggle with the difficult landscape and the awful, constantly shifting weather, she had reached the village of Moleclu. Bigger than she had expected, much bigger. With many old houses, a stable and a big gothic church. They even had a great castle lying a little distant far up in the hillside. Pretty much everything you can demand a village to contain. The only thing that were missing in such a big village from Lillith’s point of view was people. There only lived about 500 people down in the streets of Moleclu, when there probably was room for as much as the double or more. And they weren’t exactly overstated hospitable and accommodating. They seemed to stay inside their houses all day long, all night long, and only came out if absolutely necessary. It was almost like they were afraid of something, or rather terrified. But Lillith managed to find one women who agreed to listen to what she had to say, she wasn’t willing to talk too much, but from what Lillith could understand there was a possibility that Lucius could be nearby, somewhere in the city, or at least in a city nearby. But the woman couldn’t say where. But she offered Lillith to stay in the stable for as long as she wished. Lillith thankfully accepted the offer, but before she could say anything else, the woman was gone. She started searching the streets for any sign of Lucius. Mostly locked doors met her, and even some doors closed with planks and bolts. There weren’t many people to ask either just two men sitting by the water fountain in front of the church. They wouldn’t talk to her at all, simply refused to answer all her questions. But one of them nodded deject, with a weird glimpse in his eye, towards the castle when Lillith continued to beg for help. She thanked him gratefully and walked back to the stable with a somewhat uneasy feeling inside. It was getting late and she decided to walk up to the castle the following morning instead. She laid down to rest besides one of the horses in the stable to keep warm. She closed her eyes and fell asleep. Still the uneasy feeling wouldn’t let go, instead it grew stronger, haunting her in her sleep.

She was running through the narrow, paving stoned streets of the village, with her long, blond hair waving in the wind behind her. She was chased by someone or something. An intense, panicking feeling seemed to paralyse her, and she couldn’t really see where she was running, or hear the screams that filled the streets and the houses on fire. The echo of Lillith’s fast footsteps gave a resonance in the great gateway, the east entrance of Moleclu, and so did the heavy breath from the creature behind her. The burning houses on both sides of her and the streets filled with burnt corpses had disappeared, and she laid the village behind her and ran further forwards, to the figure standing in front of her at the plunge of the mountain, heading straight downwards to the valley, with a great view all over the northeast Transylvanian countryside, against the great city of Braşov. The mysterious someone behind her was getting closer. But all Lillith noticed was the fact that she now could see whom it was that were standing at the edge of the cliff, with his back turned against her. It was Lucius! Her heart jumped, and for a short second she seemed too happy to be alive. She suddenly realized that she had slowed down, and was just to speed up again, but it was too late. The one behind had caught up and threw himself over her, and held her down to the ground. Lucius didn’t lift a finger, only stood still and looked straight ahead. She couldn’t see who or what it was that was attacking her, but she desperately tried to escape. He told her to stay calm. Lillith cried for Lucius help with a voice reflecting her despair. Finally Lucius started to turn around, slowly. The sight who revealed itself to Lillith was horrifying, the sight of him seemed to scare her, more than joy her. Lucius stood there in a long brown cap, with a hood over his head. His once blond hair, now black, covered his left eye. And his once tanned skin, were now pale and ghastly. He looked rather ill and weakened. He turned all the way around, and quickly removed his hood. Lillith felt more terrified than ever before, and at once she felt a sharp blade being pushed into her flesh, crushing her bones and provoking a terrible pain. She closed her eyes. And when she opened them again she found herself falling downwards, the cliff was getting smaller and Moleclu was vanishing before her eyes. But just as she hit the ground, she yet another time saw Lucius blood dripping eyes, piercing her, filled with nothing but pure hate.

Lillith awoke all sweaty and scared to death in the middle of the night. Her heart was beating so fast, that for a minute she seriously feared it was going to jump out of her chest. The dream had someway deeply disturbed her, it had all seemed way too real. She was just about to try to calm down and fall back to sleep, when she heard a horse outside of the stable. Lillith got up and walked silently to the door leading out to the street, and tried to get a glimpse of whatever was going on through a gap in the door. It was a tall dark knight, sitting on his black horse. It seemed like he was waiting for someone, because he repeatedly looked over his shoulder and down the street towards the west entrance. The black horse was obviously getting very impatient, and were eager to get moving, and at once, without any warning, they rushed down the street and disappeared in the mist. Lillith stood and looked out the gap for a little while, and were just about to go back to bed, when she yet another time heard noises. This time, it wasn’t just one horse with his knight, it was hundreds. They quickly passed by too and disappeared in the mist, just like their leader had done. The streets were left empty and silent, no one was to be seen or heard. Lillith tried to fall back to sleep again. And after a little while she finally did. But again the scary dream haunted her.

She started walking up to the castle early in the morning, the streets were still rather dark, and filled with thick mist. Not surprisingly she was the only one outside. Lillith breathed in the fresh mountain air, and walked slowly through the streets, out of the village and up the abrupt road to the castle.

When she had wandered up the long road and went up the even longer stairs, she had finally reached the top. The castle looked old and forlorn and neglected by the pass of time. A dark mist surrounded the whole place, and it seemed like sunlight hadn’t touched the area in centuries. Lillith hesitated, but knocked firmly on the huge entrance door. She waited for a long time, but no answer came. She was just about to turn around and walk away, when the two big doors blew up in a rush, and revealed the entrance hall covered in darkness. An old, partly destroyed chandelier gave a pale and weak light, but to no use. The place gave Lillith chills, she wasn’t sure if she dared to walk into that room, and further into the castle. But suddenly, just out of the blue, a strong wind from inside the castle appeared, dragging Lillith towards the entrance. She was totally caught off guard and couldn’t fight it, she was simply flown inside by the strong wind and thrown down on the cold stone floor . The doors immediately shut.

After desperately hammering on the doors for minutes, Lillith had seen no other way, than to examine the castle, maybe there was another way out nearby.

Going up to the second floor was no use, all doors was locked, so was almost every room on the first floor. She was in other words forced to go down.

The stairs down to the basement were long and went in circles, the steps were narrow and abrupt. Torches were burning brightly and lightening up the staircase, leaving a sign that the castle weren’t all abandoned. She kept seeing shadows, walking about, but convinced herself that it was all in her imagination. At the bottom of the stairs, a long hallway filled with grid-doors was to be found, it was probably a dungeon. Lillith checked all of the cells, but no one were to be found. But just as she was leaving the last cell, a little girl appeared, with long blond hair and a white dress, surprisingly like herself when she was a kid. She walked slowly against Lillith and didn’t seem to wish to do her any harm, but she scared Lillith either way. She quickly stepped backwards. The little girl took the hint, and stopped. She simply stood there silently, looking down, with her hair covering her face. Carefully Lillith asked the little girl who she was, but she didn’t answer. Instead, she started talking about the village, and how the ones living there parted with the ones living in the castle:

« They chased us all over Moleclu, they haunted us down and they even came to our houses and took us with them. They had called themselves our friends for generations, they had been like family to us, and we to them. Our people and their people, was becoming one and the same. But then one day, one of ours killed one of them, one of our young men pushed one of their young girls over the cliff of the mountain in the east right in front of her beloved’s eyes. And without any warning they decided to kill us all, with the excuse that we were evil creatures of the deep, that had to be destroyed. We were never even given the chance to defend ourselves. They burned our houses with or without people inside, and stabbed the rest of us with sharp swords or beat us to death with stones, poles or whatever they could find out on the street. »

The little girls voice burned with hate, but she continued a little calmer and almost whispered:

« Now were are only shadows of our past, lost souls that cannot go on before we get our revenge. Every night we visit the village and terrorise them as best as we can, but we can’t do them any real harm. But every hundred years on the exact same night, we repeat what happened to us, we desolate the village, set their houses on fire and kill everyone foolish enough to be outside. We let they feel our pain, we let them know what they did to us, we hear them suffer and we never ever let them forget. We still search for the key to our freedom. But we’re not sure if it even exists anymore, but if it does, we know we’ll find it tonight. We shall serve them the same mercy that they showed us… none…»

The little girl suddenly stood right in front of Lillith, sitting at the floor, she lifted her head and stared Lillith right in the eyes, with the same cruel eyes Lillith had seen once before, in her nightmare that very night. Lillith screamed her lungs out in fear, and crept as close to the wall and possible. With a crocked smile the little girl disappeared. But her black blood dripping eyes still hung in the air and slowly went backwards until they stopped besides the grid-door. Then the girl appeared again from the same black mist she had disappeared in. But she had suddenly grown older, about Lillith’s age, and looked unbelievably much like herself, almost like a reflection in a mirror. The girl whispered:

« I know what you dreamt, I know what you saw. You saw almost exactly what happened here three hundred years ago and almost exactly what’s going to happen here tonight. You’re going to experience it for real, just wait and see.»

She shut the door with a malicious laughter, which disappeared with footsteps up the staircase, not only her footsteps, but hundreds of them.

She had probably fallen asleep, because when she opened her eyes, she lay on a big four-poster bed in the top of the south tower. She could see flames licking up at the night sky from the balcony, facing the village of Moleclu. The knights were vandalizing in the streets, setting houses on fire, killing people in the streets. And the young man who had pushed the young girl off the cliff stood in deep thoughts and looked down the plunge staring at what was left of her. The castle seemed empty, everyone was probably out in the streets fighting. Lillith saw her chance to escape. She rushed down the stairs of the tower, and luckily found a way out at the bottom. Then she started running, as fast as she could, away from the cursed castle and down the way she had came.

She once again found herself running away from the heavy breathing person from her nightmares down in the narrow streets of Moleclu. This time she tried to look over her shoulder to see whom it might be, but to no use, his face was covered by his hooded rope, making it impossible for eyes to see. She ran as fast as she could through the labyrinth that the village was, jumping over bloodstained and burned corpses innumerable times, to avoid to slip and fall. Desperate cries surrounded her everywhere. They cried for help and prayed for a miracle. The person behind Lillith kept screaming something at her, but she couldn’t possibly assume what it might be he was trying to say, and it wasn’t tempting to stop and ask either. She just kept running, and knew the exit was near when she approached the great eastern gateway of Moleclu. Just like she had dreamt, Lucius stood there staring straight down. And just like she had dreamt, the other person caught up on her. She once again desperately tried to fight her way out of his grip. The somewhat familiar voice kept telling her to calm down and to thrust him, but Lillith was too afraid and confused to listen. Still unable to see who the person might be, she kicked him in the head and got up and ran towards Lucius. He had turned around and stood smiling at her, with his arms wide open, ready to welcome her. It had been so long since she had last seen his tanned skin, blond, soft hair and blue, starry eyes. Full of joy she embraced him happily, finally they were together again. For a few seconds she stood there in his arms and enjoyed his presence. Then a terrible pain overwhelmed her, and she fell to the ground down on her knees. Lucius pulled his bloodstained sword out of her ribs and lifted her up in his arms. A little black mist appeared, and when Lillith looked up with eyes filled with tears at Lucius, or who ever he truly was, his skin had turned pale and ghastly, his hair black, and his eyes dark and blood dripping. Just as in the nightmare. He slowly carried her against the edge of the cliff. They were so close to the edge that Lillith could see straight down. An intense panicking feeling filled her when she could see who it was that laid at the bottom of the mountain, it was the girl from the dungeon. It was all happening again, as a hundred years ago, as three hundred years ago and now this century as well. She suddenly understood who it was that had chased her and what he had tried to say, it was all to damned clear now, and too damned late. It was Lucius, the real one. Telling her not to run to Lucifer, telling her not to run to him and give him the chance to throw her of the mountain and fulfil the curse once again, telling her that every thing would be just fine if she would just thrust him. Lucifer suddenly let go of her and she fell down…

She landed hard on her back just on the edge of the cliff, millimetres from death. The sword laid besides her, now not only filled with her blood, but with Lucifer’s as well. Weeping she looked down the cliff staring at Lucius and Lucifer flying down with the wind, only a few meters from facing the same destiny as Lilly. Lillith rose and spread her arms like an angels wings and jumped out of the cliff, still with Lucius last words in mind and her answer yet another time too damned late:

« I love you, Lillith, my angel»

« I love you too, my dear Lucius»