The girl with the flute

The girl with the flute

In the 18^th century, there was a wealthy gentleman who knew well how to steal the hearts of all sorts of ladies. Even the ones who knew well how to resist handsome, rich men, could not do so with Mr. Van Dort. His lips were inviting. His eyes were insinuating. His hands were tempting. You just wanted him.

                But everyone who wanted him, ended up dead.

Katie felt precisely for those inviting lips. She was a pretty maid working at the Harriet mansion; and when the family invited Mr. Van Dort for dinner one night due business, she could not resist admitting to herself that the gentleman was the most handsome 24 year old man that she had ever seen. He offered taking her home in his carriage that night. That’s the last time that the Harriet family ever saw Katie, for her blood had fed Van Dort.

Mr. Van Dort then went to a near forest to bury her body. When it was done, he heard music. It came from the lake.

It was magical, that sweet sound coming from a flute. It was inviting, mysterious, that melody…

He followed it.

The was a girl sitting on a rock. Blonde hair, flowers on her head, flowing dress. He just stared at her.

                Next couple of months resumed on their love. To him, Anabelle was particulay strange. She seemed like hiding many things, but he loved her more than anything. He knew she was Mr. Harriet’s daughter who had recently gotten married to a wealthy gentleman that couldn’t care less for her. Few times a week she escaped to the forest to play the flute. Van Dort accompanied her; listened to the songs she composed herself and gave his positives feedbacks. He felt in love with her soul as much as he felt in love with the music she played.

Several months passed since he had fed. So he went to a society party to take a few ladies home. When he arrived the slaughter started. He left the best for last, Mrs. Charlotte Robinson. Her skin seemed very creamy, and her red lips reminded him so much of blood. He was enjoying himself so much feeding, that he didn’t notice that Anabelle’s blue eyes where peaking through the window the whole time. He saw then her horrified face, before running away as fast as she could with her enormous dress making it hard for her to get far.

“No! Anabelle come back!” he pleaded running after her.

She entered an abandoned building near the area and went up the spiral stairs. They were very long, and at the end there was a cliff. She looked down, took a breath and faced him.

“You’re sick,  you’re a monster”.

“Anabelle please, come here”.

“Don’t get near me!” she took a step back. There was so much fear in her eyes.

“Anabelle, come here. Be careful, you’ll fall”.

“Who do you even know who those women where?”

“Ana…”

“Charlotte was my sister!”

Van Dort gasped. He was not expecting that. Maybe that was the reason why he felt so much desire for Charlotte’s blood. He hid his face with his hands for a moment, then he gathered his thoughts and held his hand to her.

“Anabelle. Come.”

“No…” she stepped back and slipped falling from the building.

“ANABELLE!” he tried to hold her arms but it was too late. She had died.

To be continued…