Poison Apple

Down in the cellar I'm making my poison for you

This stuff that I make will stop you and end this for good

"Do you want vengeance?" Sarah suddenly heard whispered in the air.

Sarah looked around confused until she heard the voice again whisper on the wind: "Do you want vengeance?"

"Yes;" cried Sarah as she turned around trying to find the source, "I want vengeance!"

"Follow me;" hissed the mysterious voice.

Before Sarah appeared a snake that looked at her and nodded its head to follow as it slithered deeper into the forest, and Sarah began following the snake.

I'm not bitter, I'm bitter sweet

Hiding in the shadows I see your defeat

Sarah followed the snake deeper into the forest, not caring that her ruined wedding dress was getting muddied and didn't notice her bare feet was getting cut. It was as if she was in a trance of sorts and all she felt was anger but it has turned to embers for now.

The snake would look back to make sure that Sarah was still following as it kept slithering ahead in sight. She did not know where the snake was leading her as she continued to follow.

I must be out of my mind following a snake; Sarah thinks as she paused in step but kept walking, wherever I am being led will help me in my vengeance!

Sarah kept following the snake as they went deeper into the forest.

Down in the cellar I'm making my poison for you

You fool!

It wasn't long until Sarah and the snake came to a clearing with an old stump covered in moss. The snake looked at her and she stayed as it slithered into the stump through the moss.

The snake came back with a wrapped bundle that was laid at Sarah's feet before it backed away and coiled it-self to watch. She picked up the bundle and unwrapped it to find an ornate serpentine dagger; it was beautiful and deadly.

"Once you have your vengeance there will be no turning back; hissed the voice of the snake solemnly, "you will walk the path of madness and we will meet again!"

I see you running to the woods, running to your doom

I see you fading out for good, falling down

Sarah was walking through the forest alone and in her hands was the dagger from the snake. She did not know where she was going and she didn't care; Sarah held the dagger to her bosom like a cold lover ready to strike when needed.

The Sun was setting as the forest grew dark and cold but Sarah neither saw the coming darkness nor felt the approaching chill. She soon stopped in her tracks when she heard something and listened closely; she heard laugh on the wind.

The laughter was familiar and Sarah followed it to a clearing with a small campsite and a large bright campfire. She spots her former fiancee in a heated embrace with the other woman and Sarah stood frozen in the shadows; both were naked as the day they were born, both laughing over what had happened and moaning as their passions took hold.

It seemed as if they had been intimate for a while from the food and drinks that had been stolen from the wedding reception. Sarah felt tears falling as she realized that this should have been...could have been her wedding night.

You fool!

You can't hurt me now!

What happened next; Sarah did not realize until after it had happened and it was too late to stop. As the lovers were reaching their climax, Sarah approached from behind the woman as silently as a ghost.

As the woman was throwing her head back with her eyes closed as she was reaching her peak and a cry of passion was about to be crooned from her lips. Sarah, like a snake, had grabbed a fistful of her rival's hair and slit her throat; turning the near cry of passion into a gargle of surprise as the woman snapped her eyes open in shock.

Down in the cellar I'm making my poison for you

This venom is, my love, the last gift I'll give to you

You fool!

Sarah's ex-betrothed gasped in shock when he felt his lover's blood splattered on his face. He was nearing his own climax but his shock had pushed him over as he stared at his lover's corpse on him.

Sarah came into his sight and surprised him as he pushed the body off him and scrambled to his feet as he stared at the bride he had abandoned. Her face looked like a stone, her hair was undone and wild, her wedding dress was torn to rags and muddied, and the Eye of Horus encircled her eyes.

She held a bloodied serpentine dagger and suddenly looked like an avenging angel walking the Earth, and in that moment the man felt fear grip him.

I see you running to the woods, running to your doom!

I see you fading for good, falling down

"Sarah; what have you done?" Her ex finally found his voice as he exclaimed; "What has happened to you?"

"You did this to me;" hissed Sarah as her eyes darkened with hatred, "you broke my heart and ruined my happiness. I loved you, I trusted you, I was loyal to you and you destroyed everything!"

"I'm sorry, Sarah, I never realized what I was doing was wrong;" protested Sarah's ex as he went to his knees beggingly, "I'll make it up to you; I'll be more loyal to you and never stray from your side!"

"Liar;" exclaimed Sarah with a snarl of rage.

You fool!

You can't hurt me, you can't hurt me now!

He didn't care if he was still naked; he fled out of fear and realized that he had screwed up big time. He tripped and stumbled over roots and rocks, hissing in pain as his bare feet was practically cut but he never slowed down in his running.

His heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline ran in his veins and though a stitch was forming; Sarah's ex never stopped. Until he suddenly tripped and went head over heels down a steep hill until...SNAP...CRACK!

His screams of pain echoed through the trees...

I see you running to the woods, running to your doom!

I see you fading for good, falling down too soon

You fool!

Sarah appeared carrying a bottle of wine and a flaming torch; she spots her ex lying on the ground with a broken leg and fear in his eyes when he saw her. She found a safer path to take down the hill and slowly approached her former fiancee as he tries to drag him-self away, and began gibbering as he tried to beg her to forgive him...to spare him.

But Sarah was no longer forgiving as she poured the bottle of wine over her ex from his head to his toes and made sure he was throughly drenched until the bottle was emptied. She discarded the now empty wine bottle as she took the serpentine dagger from the bust of her dress where she had tucked it; Sarah held the torch in one hand and the dagger in the other as she stared at the man who broke her.

"Now pay the price;" she said coldly...

Sarah dropped the flaming torch on her ex who began screaming as he was set a blaze; she began walking away but stopped, turned and threw the dagger. The dagger struck true as her ex-betrothed was silenced and Sarah left without looking back.

I see you fading out for good, falling down too soon!

You can't hurt me now!