One stab and it’s over.

She licks off the blood from the piece of glass she’s holding, rubbing off tiny drops of the liquid from her mouth with the tip of her fingers.

She wasn’t prepared today.

She lost her only knife somewhere far, deep in the woods, leaving her with nothing else but broken glass.

The jagged shard wasn’t ideal for what she had to do.

Despite it being rough and perfect for cutting through, the cold, slippery edge of it made it hard to hold.

“Just five more to go…”

She puts the small piece of broken glass away after careful examination, and looks down on her ‘prey’.

“You weren’t the best darling…”

she cooed, kneeling down and brushing blood-stained hair from his brow.

“But you’ll help me fly.”

With a long, small tube she sucks out it’s blood and puts it in a glass jar.

Takes out a feather and ink, and labels:

Male, age 25

It is said that every fairy must ‘sacrifice’ ten people for them to get their wings.

Must suck up their blood, as it’s like a key ingredient for their wings to grow.

Anabelle never had a problem with that.

For some reason she always had a taste for good human meat. And so when her time came for growing her wings, killing people for their blood wasn’t anything new or scary.

She closes up the jar firmly, for no drop to escape it. Every ounce of this dark red liquid was worth more than anyone could imagine.

If she doesn’t finish it up before the new moon, her wings will never grow out of her glossy skin.

And there were many, many fairies that just didn’t make it.

And many, many reasons for why.

Some where too disturbed with the fact of killing, some didn’t drink up enough blood, and some simply ran out of time.

And everyone knows what happens to wingless-fairies.

They eventually die.

Annabelle stood there for a second, before trailing down to find her new victim.

She looked at her five, perfectly filled to the top jars, and smiled to herself.

Male, age 25

Female, age 30

Female, age 21

Male, age 19

“My loves, you don’t even know how much you’re helping me out.”

She put the colorful glass jars carefully back inside her backpack, and took out a piece of meat.

It was restricted for any fairies to eat human meat, but Annabelle didn’t care.

In fact, if she had to, she could make a lovely dinner out of her own parents. But she didn’t. And probably never will. Even though fairy meat isn’t that bad. Maybe even a bit better than the human one.

She ripped out a small piece from the blob, and delicately put it inside her mouth, sqeezing out every delicious juice out of it.

“You’re not that bad after all..”

She giggled, turning back to the corpse.

“Pretty delicious if I could say myself…”