The Maiden and the Creature
The maiden walked into the forest, and the blueberries in the small wicker basket she carried trembled and jostled into each other for her shaking hands.
The time was now. Her betrothed would be lost within the hour.
At first, the maiden believed her love had simply fallen for another woman. It wasn't until it was almost too late that she realized the truth.
The ancient, evil creature was beautiful. She looked, sounded, and walked just like a woman, but there was nothing human about her.
Each step the maiden took brought her closer to the creature's lair, where her betrothed lay in a soporific slumber.
"You have but one chance," the evil one had whispered before stealing into the woods with the maiden's only love. "Trick me. If you can do it, you can have him back. If not, he's mine to torture for all eternity."
There were legends and stories about this evil one. The wicked woman with the white shoulders, raven-black hair, and sensuous blood