• She dropped the corpse in disgust, the weight was too much and she could not bear the stench.
    She was getting too old for this,but yet she could not resist that wonderful taste...
    Licking her lips and pulling her black velvet dress up,she began to climb the spiral stone steps, pausing every so often to peer through a slit window or untangle the hem of her cloak from her high heels.
    At one of these occasions she stopped looking through a larger window and gasped..
    The moon was full and as she realised she heard a howl from far off and began to climb much faster.
    She got to the top of the staircase and paused once again to glance out the window,this time down into the graveyard below.
    As she had expected she saw a large wolf snuffling through the heather,no drought looking for the guard she had discarded.
    She pulled her hood up and over her red hair and looked across to the other side of the hall.
    There was only one door,an old wooden door,it's paint peeling in places, it's handle scratched and rusty.
    She tugged at the door and it swung open to her. she stepped into the room closing the door behind her.
    The room was small and dark but by the light of the window and one torch bracket she could see a silhouette slowly going up and down lying on a thin mattress on the floor. one hand lay across his chest the other had fallen to the floor,where a small ring lay clutched in the limp fingers.
    He shifted and sent the ring rolling,she knelt down and caught it.
    But it was so easy. Had he not seen this coming?
    At last she had it. She could do anything now.
    She slipped the silver ring onto a pale long finger and laughed out load.
    No one could stop her...