Once Upon a Murder

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Blood covered her hands as she looked down at the dead body in front of her, guts spilling out of its stomach. Most sane people would be terrified by the scene in in front of them. But not Charlotte. She was studying the liver closely, a look of fascination and intrigue on her face.

An amused smirk forming as she carefully placed the liver back into the body. She got up, her white hair cascading beautifully past her waist. She looked effortlessly beautiful, despite being covered in blood. Some would say her beauty rivalled that of Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of beauty, herself.

She walked out of the room with the grace of a queen, her footsteps silent as she went up the stairs and into her room. She stood in front of the mirror, pale blue eyes staring back at her.

She chuckled softly, a small smile growing on her face as her eyes gleamed with satisfaction. Soon enough, she was full on laughing, imagining her victim's desperate pleas and screams with pure, unfiltered, joy.

Once she calmed down, she walked into the bathroom, unzipping her dress and letting the black material pool at her feet. After she undressed, she stepped into the shower wordlessly, cleaning and scrubbing off the blood with such precision that you'd think she'd done it a million times before. She likely had.

She stepped out, taking one of the neatly folded towels and dried herself off. She wrapped it around herself and walked back into the bedroom, heading for the walk-in closet.

A couple of minutes later, she came out of the closet in a comfortable hoodie and a pair of dress-pants. She combed through her hair and kept it down, letting it dry naturally on its own.

Charlotte walked back downstairs, grabbing a body bag from one of the kitchen cabinets. She walked into the living room where the dead body lay, still as dead as ever.

She carefully placed the body in the bag and tied it up, her calm demeanour suggesting that she did this daily. She carried the body out of the large, modern house and walked into the nearby woods.

She never once stopped nor showed any signs that the body was heavy, despite it being twice her own weight. The look on her face alone could have convinced you that she was carrying nothing more than a single piece of paper.

She put the body into a pit, perhaps dug earlier on, and took out a box of matches. Something liquid was then poured into the pit alongside the body, as the smell of gasoline filled the air.

The next second, she was walking away. The body in the pit was gone, replaced with a growing flame. If anybody were to discover the body, she could always blame it on a forest fire.

A/N : The music is basically what I was listening to when I wrote this book.