A/N: so this is a new series I am working on called lavender! I am currently writing the first part and if this receives enough good feedback, I will publish it! (actually Iâll publish it regardless of whether it receives attention or not but it will help me continue to write haha)Â
anyway, I hope you enjoy this prologue or whatever you want to call it! I worked extra hard to make it interesting and different from what is usually published here, so please do not steal this or republish!
Leaves crunched beneath the weight of his steps, the rough fabric of the burlap sack dragging behind him scratching his hand raw. Day was quickly drawing to a close, and he needed to complete his task before the moon would rise. With his white t-shirt clinging to his back from the sweat he was pouring, he heaved himself onward, eventually reaching the abandoned shack buried deep inside the forest. The sun was well below the horizon now, the moon only seconds from appearing.
Forcing the old wooden door open with his strong shoulder, he walked into the shack and released the sack from his grip with a loud unf. He headed straight to the bathroom to his right, washing away the dirt and grime that had been gathered during his mission. The metallic scent of copper that emanated from his washing only made him want to quicken the process, ignoring the scarlet residue mixing with the water in the sink. He dried his hands on an old towel and returned to the living room, where he carefully undid the large knot at the top of the sack with shaking hands. He could barely manage to look at the sight.
Oh yeah. Sheâs dead, alright.
The dark, wiry hair of his victim reminded him of the fur of a rat, making him shudder as he tugged the lifeless body out of the sack. She still smelled of lavender from when he had bathed her the night before, the image of her horrified gaze fresh in his mind.
âW-What are you doing?â she said cautiously, as if she was trying to choose her words wisely.
âGiving you a bath, of course,â he said with a smile that only scared her further, flinching as he proceeded to remove her clothes one by one. She knew that she could not let him take advantage of her this easily, but if she took one small step out of bounds, that would be the end of her.
âStep in the tub, darling. Itâs nice and warm for you.â
He guided her by the hand into the tepid water, white swirls forming as she stepped in. Her once tensed shoulders finally relaxed as the pungent yet pleasant aroma of lavender tingled her senses, her eyes closing as she leaned her head against the back of the tub.
âIâll take care of you,â he mumbled when he began to wash her hair, and continued to say to himself as he carried her to the cellar of his house later that night.
Reality kicked in and he was back in the decaying shack, about to lift the trapdoor to the basement. He shook his head in an attempt to remind him that this is real, that what he is doing is what is right, and he disappeared into the darkness.
Iâll take care of you, my darling, and the others too.
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