2 comments/ 1502 views/ 1 favorites Tales from the Grave: Wicked Beauty By: Queen_Vicki Rebecca Jane Watson had a beauty that was so odd and rare that it could not be compared, with long golden blonde locks that tumbled perfectly around and below her shoulders, giving her an angelic appearance. She had startling big blue eyes that were framed with thick full lashes. Her lips were full and plump, and were always painted a ruby red color that was to die for, and went well with her creamy skin. But, of all her physical attributes, it was her eyes that stood out the most. They led people to believe that she was a sweet beauty, with a loving heart. However, she was anything but. In fact, one would think that, with her angelic appearance, she was an angel amongst humans but, in truth, she was downright evil and wicked. The moment she walked into the bar, she could feel the eyes of the entire small, crowded room staring at her in awe, and confusion. With each step she took, she could practically feel the stares of hungry desire bore into her. She greeted each one with a kind, sweet smile, as she walked up to the bar as if she owned it. "I'll have a bourbon on the rocks, please." She said, signaling the bartender. The bartender couldn't move - he was perplexed and stood before her, open-mouthed. When she saw that he didn't move, but just stood there and stared, she asked, with a grin, "Did you not hear me? Do I have to get it myself, or do I need to get my husband, Sheriff Watson to make you get my drink, boy?" "I...uuummm...am sorry, ma'am. Right away, ma'am," said the bartender. At the mention of her husband's name, the bartender knew trouble would follow. And trouble was the last thing he needed, living in this town. In less than a minute, the bartender pulled out his finest oldest bourbon, and poured her glass mid-way, adding ice. She sweetly took the glass, and air cheered towards him. "Thank you, boy," she said, and let the cool liquid burn her insides in all the right spots as she took a sip. She quietly placed her drink down, and began to slowly scan the room in the mirror behind the bar that showcased the entire bar in front of her. And what she saw, put a small smile on her face. She saw the reflection the patrons of the bar, who were all staring daggers into her back. She knew why the customers of the bar were eyeing her the way they did. And it was for good reason. She continued to stare eyeing the room, until someone caught her eye. She watched him walk in with sadness and despair. He looked tired, and of need of a good strong drink to drown the day away. But he did not see her until he had gotten closer to the bar. And when he did see her, he was stunned. His once tired pace, changed into small timid steps. He looked at her full on once, but, when she smiled back at him, he quickly walked over avoiding her stare. She could tell by his body language that he was shy and nervous, but yet very curious. But, most importantly, very naïve. 'He's perfect,' she thought. And with just that information alone, she knew she would have a fun night tonight. She quietly took another swig of bourbon, enjoying the cool icy burn of it all. He glanced in her direction once more, and quickly looked back at the bartender. "Can I get a shot of Wild Turkey?" he asked. The sound of his voice was deep and strong, but shaky and full of nerves. She could tell from the way he would quickly glance in her direction, he would be ready for a wild night tonight. "There you are, George." "Thanks, John." She watch as the man swiftly grabbed the shot glass out of the bartender's hand, and quickly swallowed the shot in one gulp. She could see the harsh contents of the hard whiskey displayed on his face, as he placed the shot glass down. "Ohh, I needed that. Give me another." It didn't take long before she pegged this man as the town's drunk. When he ordered another shot of whiskey, he finally relaxed, and eased onto his stool. He quickly chugged his second shot down. It was then that she brazenly spoke up. "Hey there, handsome. Had a long day?" she said sweetly. The man almost choked on his whiskey, as he heard the woman's sweet voice beside him. "I ummm... yeah," the man nervously said. "I guess you could say that." He looked the woman up and down, taking her whole presence in as he nervously played with his shot glass. She knew that he wanted to keep the conversation going, but was frightened of what to say. This made her blood rush even more. She loved playing around with men like him. As she leaned in closer to him, she saw him go rigid. She could tell that he was afraid to make a move on her, or even speak to her. But that did not stop him from being curious about her, and what would it be like to be with a woman of her caliber. She knew that she would have to take the lead. "Tell ya what George. I can tell from the look in your eye, that you want to see what it's like being with a white woman. And I am here, right now, to tell you that tonight is your lucky night, boy. Come with me," she demanded. She abruptly stood up, and walked out of the bar. George made not a single objection. He shakily, but gleefully, followed behind the woman who could seal his fate with a few simple words. That, everyone in that bar knew all too well. *~A*B~* He stroked and pounded inside her with all his might. He went in deeper and changed his position to get a better angle but, no matter what he did, it was not good enough. "Come on, you useless fucking Mandingo. FUCK ME!" she shouted. The more she yelled at him, the more he tried to give it his all. But she still wanted more. He could feel sweat pooling at his brow, as he struggled to pick up the pace to please this woman. But still, it wasn't good enough for her .It was almost as if she was a fiend. "Oh GOD! Turn over nigger. You can't fuck worth a shit." He turned over and prepared himself to cum. Her long, blonde hair cascaded down over her shoulder, and framed her face perfectly, giving her an innocent look that didn't match her foul mouth. Her blue eyes lit up with excitement, as she began riding him. With timid hands he slowly tried to reach up to grab her bountiful bouncy breasts, but she immediately smacked them away. "Hands off, nigger," she said, and continued to ride him like there was no tomorrow. He watched her as she sped up, and could feel the sweet euphoria of sex slowly creeping up on her. Her eyes became dazed, sweat starting to show up in the right places, and her head rolled slightly from side to side. It was clear to him that she enjoyed sex, and lots of it. After a few moments of her riding session on top of him, he, too, could feel his own orgasm coming near. The pit of his stomach grew warm and tense with each passing second. His breath came in short pants, and his need for release got closer. The way she moaned and groaned as her own climax was coming near, made the experience all the more exhilarating for him. He looked up at the woman that was riding him, and enjoyed the sight he saw. Her once smooth, soft, blonde hair was now was wild and messy. Her cool eyes were now warm and passionate. And her sweet voice grew huskier with need with each thrust she gave him. She was so caught up in the sensation of it all that, before he knew it, she suddenly reached her peak, as wave after wave of pure orgasmic bliss washed over her. After the last wave, she had slowly calmed down, and eased herself onto the bed next to him. He sat there in silence watching her, as she tried to catch her breath. He watched as her bountiful chest heaved up and down. And the magnificent sight of it all was pleasing to him. "That was pretty great. I finally got a taste of the forbidden fruit that I always wanted to sample," he said reaching out to her. She softly took his hand into hers and began to caress it. She glanced over at the clock on the wall, and patiently waited. 'Soon the real fun will begin,' she thought silently. "I know that your kind is always lusting after us," she said. "And I can't say that I blame you. I would, too, if I had to sleep with your women. Hmm. They are beastly." "Well, I am just happy that a white woman even thought about me," George said. "This has truly been the best night of my life. I ..." As the man continued to talk about nothing she gave a damn about, she zoned him out, and slowly counted down to the only thing she had been waiting for. '5.4.3.2...ONE!' She heard her front door open and shut, and the unmistakable voice of her husband screaming her name, "REBECCA!" And, as if on cue, she jumped out the bed and began screaming at the top of her lungs of bloody murder, "DANNY! HELP! There's a nigger in here. He raped me!" Without hesitation, George quickly jumped out of bed grabbed all of his belongings and made a beeline to an open window. But he was too late. The force of a heavy object came crashing down on the back of his skull. His vision went blurry, and his knees went weak. He felt himself slowly slip onto the floor. Rebecca's screaming faded in the distance as he finally took what he knew would be his last conscious breath. Danny looked down at the man that he had bashed over the head, and looked back at his wife. He briskly walked over to her, and grabbed her tight in his loving arms "How the hell did he get in here? What the fuck happened. Beck?" Rebecca stared back at him with a tear-stained face and rapid breaths. "He...h..e...he...he when I...I...got out the shower, I saw him standing here," she said, putting on a good show. "I tried to run, but the nigger was too fast, and he caught me. He caught me, threw me across the bed, and had his way with me." The tears flowed freely now as she gathered more things to say. "He was awful, honey. He stank of liquor and dirt. He took something away from me that was so precious that I will never get back. Oh, honey, it was awful." She squeezed her arms tighter around him, as she dried her fake tears into his police uniform. "Oh honey, what should I do?" He grip her tighter in his arms, kissed her on the forehead, and whispered softly. "You don't worry about a thing sweet-cheeks. Danny and the boys will take care of this." "What are you going to do to him?" "Teach that nigger a lesson he will never forget. The lesson we always teach these monkeys." She looked back at him displaying re-assurance and comfort in her eyes, and a small wicked smile came across her face. "Can I go?" she asked sweetly. He looked back down at her wiping the tears away from her angelic face. "After what he did to you, you have the right to show up at that coon's execution." He placed another kiss on her before grabbing his gun and walked out the room. "If you want to come, hurry up and go and get dressed." As she watched him leave to make phone calls, she looked back at the prey she had finally caught for the night and looked into the mirror, seeing the reflection of her naked body. "It's been a long time, but I still got it." ~*A*B~* The scent of death, and decay filled the air. And the screams and shouts of blood thirsty men as they drunkenly played with the body as they fell over trying to get a closer look at the damage they had done. Rebecca stood there and watched as the men gathered around the swinging corpse, dangling from the highest tree branch, and basked in the enjoyment of the night. "God! I have not done this in so long, I forgot how fun and exciting it was. Ohh, goodness," she said, mentally indulging in the fun and excitement of the trouble she had caused. The man's cries and wails had echoed around the wooded area. Her husband and his friends laughed and had a few more beers as they talked about the last innocent man they had slaughtered and tormented. Then the unmistakable scent of wood burning filled her nostrils. She slowly opened her eyes, as she grew more excited as her favorite part was going to come. She looked on with wide eyes and glee, as Danny took a burning torch and lit the body of the innocent man she had got killed on fire. It was that moment that was the apex for her. It was at that moment that a form of sexual gratification filled her senses, and a form of arousal all at once boiled up inside her. She could feel herself getting heated with need and lust and, without even thinking, she walked over to her husband, and kissed him like she never kissed him before. "Wow, what was that about?" he asked, pulling away. She looked back at him licking her lips. "Seeing you take care of that nigger did something to me. I don't know what it is, but I do know I need you to take me home ,and fuck me senseless!" He looked back at her with a big grin on his face. "Hell, you ain't got to tell me twice." He quickly picked her up in his arms and sauntered off to his truck with his wife, while his buddies made kissing sounds behind his back. *~vVv~* Evangeline was no ordinary woman. One might say, she was a jack of all trades. She was a mother, wife, bartender and owner, healer, spiritual teacher, community provider, and, most importantly, a practitioner of the Arts. And not the kind of arts that one would create with a canvas and a paint brush. She was a practitioner of the other kind. Which was why she was here now sitting in the back room of her bar, listening to some sniveling white man about his up and coming election as state governor. She sat at the end of her table, staring at the pleading white man before her. If he wasn't such a prominent politician in this state, she would actually feel sorry for him. She rolled her eyes as the man began crawling on his knees begging, with tears in his eyes, that she even consider doing this favor for him. When she felt him touching her foot, as a sign of total submissiveness, she wanted to hurl. "Alright, you pathetic fool. Get up!" The man gratefully rose to his feet. "Wipe those sad pathetic white tears away. They disgust me." She stood up from her table and walked to the shelf, piled high with root work, spells, and potions. She looked back at him, and said, in disgust, "You know, since you are this big time white politician, I am going to up the price for you." He looked at her with his tear-stained face, and hunched his shoulders. "I am willing to do everything it takes to win this election, Miss Evangeline. And I am more than willing to pay the price for it." He had trouble catching his breath. "I just want to win. Just name your price, and you will have it." "Hmm, how about six thousand?" The man's mouth dropped. He wanted to protest, but she him a wicked look. "Uhhh, awhhh," he mumbled. "SIX THOUSAND! Am I clear Mr. Sandderson?" He hung his head down in defeat, and answered her, "Yes, Mrs. Batiste." "Good. I want my money by tomorrow morning. Are we understood?" He shook his head in a up and down motion, indicating a yes. "Great. Now, get out of my sight." She watched as the man grabbed his briefcase and ran out the backdoor of her bar. She checked the time on her watch, and notice that she only had a couple of minutes before she had to see her next client. She had a busy day of her. *~A~B~* Milton smiled a weary nervous smile in the mirror, and practiced what he was going to say as he played with his tie, cap, and gown. Being a natural born genius of great intellect, he had no issue with coming up with the right words to say to win over a crowd. But the issue he had was with his nerves. Despite his colorful upbringing, intelligence, and fancy suits and jewelry, he was very shy. But, regardless of that fact, he felt like he was living on cloud nine. After all these long hard years of late night studying, and determination, he would become a Doctor and researcher of Psychology. Not only Psychology itself, but he would also be doing something that many in his field dared not do. Study the mind and behavior of whites. And not only that, he felt like he had finally met the woman of his dreams. He held the roses, and bracelet tenderly in his hand while thinking of all the things he wanted to say to her. He knew that they had only been dating for a few weeks, but with every second he spent with her, he knew he wanted those seconds to last for a life time. And today would be the day he would ask her something that has plagued him since they meet. He looked at the gold, royal blue, and diamond encrusted Rolex watch his mother and father had given him for his birthday, and realized he'd better get going before he was late for his next class. * Stepping onto the campus of the University of Pennsylvania, Milton avoided the busy bustling crowd of black students that brushed passed him. In a short amount of time, he made his way through the college campus and onto to the top floor of the administrator's office, and knocked on the door. "Come in." said the woman inside. He quietly walked in displaying the bouquet of roses to the love of his life. "Happy birthday, my love," he said softly. The woman who was sitting behind the desk covered with paper work excitedly jumped up with so much joy that her pen went flying through the air. She ran over to Milton with wide open arms, and placed a kiss on his cheek. "Aawww, Milton, you shouldn't have." she said, grabbing the roses. She looked down and, getting a sweet whiff, smiled back at her boyfriend. "I had to. Especially for what I am about to tell you," he said, caressing her skin. Taking her hand into his, he gently guided both of them to a couch in the corner. He looked deeply into her soft big brown eyes and prepared himself for what he was about to say. "As you know, you and I have been dating for only a few weeks, right?" "Yes," she said. "And with that being said, I am really falling for you and I want you to come home with me to meet my parents." He paused for a second, trying to get a read of how she was reacting. When he noticed that she stayed silent for longer than had he hoped for, he try to find the right words to say. He felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach. She looked back down at the flowers he had given her, and exhaled deeply. "Milton, I know how you feel about me, and I just want you to know that even-though we have been dating for a short time, I do feel the same way about you. But-" She paused, trying to find the exact words to say. She loved him dearly, but she had to say was on her mind. "Honey, I just want to take things slow. Meeting your parents would be too much of a big step for me. I'm sorry, honey but-" He put his fingers to her lips to silence her. "You don't have to explain. I understand, but part of me is disappointed, I have to admit," he said, heaving a sad sigh. "Just know that I love you, and I can see myself spending the rest of my life with you. Here. I have something else for you, too." He reached into his pocket, and pulled out an emerald and gold eternity bracelet. "Here. I want you to have this." Her mouth dropped opened, and her big bright eyes gleamed over. "Ohhh, Milton, no, please no I can't take this. Not right now." She drew her hand from his, and quickly stood up, and began to pace the floor, crying. "Milton you have been too good to me. Oh, God, you are making me feel bad." "What's wrong with it?" he said. He quickly stood up behind her. When she turn back to face him, she had tears in her eyes. And based on her body language, she was about to say something he would not like. "Milton. I'm married," she finally said. "I am married to a man who I cannot stand, and this whole thing between you and I cannot work," she said, sighing. "But please know that I really do feel the same way that you do, and if I could turn back the hands of times and meet you before my husband, I would. But as of now, I cannot keep doing this to you. I love you, and I wish for the best for you." Standing there in silence, he held the eternity bracelet with sadness. "Well, can you at least take the bracelet?" he asked. Tales from the Grave: Wicked Beauty She looked back at him, and shook her head. She reached out "I'll tell you what. When you come back from home, I will take this. But right now, at this moment, I can't take anything this nice from you. I love you too much. Please. For me. Maybe when you get back, I will be ready for you." His eyes began to water, but he fought back the tears that were about to come. "OK, see you next semester." He gently grabbed her sweet brown delicate face, and kissed her softly on the lips. He stayed there for some time, until he finally had the courage to move. As he was nearing the door, he glanced back at her one last time, and left with his heart in shambles. ~*~*~*~* Rebecca sang a sweet melody as she walked through the store. She decided that she needed to do some well-deserved shopping after the night she'd had. As it turn out, the man she met last night, had three hundred dollars in cash on him, so she and Danny decided to treat themselves. She rifled through the clothes rack, pulling out article after article of clothing. When she tried on clothes, she enjoyed the feel of fabric against her skin, and imagined how eye-catching she would look in them to her next victims. One particular dress was so tight that it hugged all of her curves in the right places, but was loose enough for definition and elegance. And knew this would be the dress for her. Packing up the dress, she stepped out the dressing room, and was met with a soft harsh thud, and fell right onto her butt. "What the hell?" she said loudly. She looked up to see who could have been so rude, and felt herself becoming even angrier. "Nigger, are your eyes broken, or something?" The woman turn looked down at her in disgust, arching an eyebrow. "Says the woman wearing that awful dress you have on. You shouldn't speak too soon my dear." Rebecca's mouth flew open. Never in all her thirty-one years, had a black woman ever talked to her like that. She was livid. Getting up on her own two feet, she reached eye level with the woman and stuck out her finger preparing to teach the woman a lessons in manners she would never forget "Listen here, you coon. I-" Her words of anger where cut short when she felt the strong, vice-like grip of the woman's hand on her wrist. Rebecca could feel her whole left side going numb, and her knees getting weak. The woman looked deep into her eyes. "Now lookie here, you ugly worthless hoogie BITCH! I am NOT the one to screw with. You got that?" Rebecca, without her own will, shook her head up and down. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something in the woman's eyes was very off-putting. After what felt like an hour, the woman threw her hands up in disgust and Rebecca almost dropped to her knees to recover. When she heard footsteps coming their way, she looked up, and felt relief when the store owner and her assistant came running their way. She knew that the woman would get a good taste of humble and was going to be put in her place. She stood up strong, proud, and tall. "It's about time, ladies, this ni-." "EVA! Are you ok?" the older white woman asked. Rebecca's mouth flew open and her heart pounded with rage. She surely could not be witnessing the things she was seeing right now. She felt like she was in another world. "How dare YOU!?!" she shouted She was so perplexed at what she was seeing, she could feel herself shaking. Everyone looked in her direction. Finally realizing what was going on, the older woman finally spoke. "Umm, Rose, could you be a dear, and ring up this young woman for me, and take care of all her needs, please?" "Well, you can start by kicking out that she-beast who man handled me. Or, better yet, maybe I need to call my husband, Sheriff Watson, to handle her." She let her words hang in the air and sink in. She wanted the woman to be shaking with fear and dread at the mention of her husband. But all Evangeline did was giggle, "Ohhh, no. Don't do that ma'am. I'm sorry." The owner turned to Rebecca with a hopeful look. "See. She apologized. Now, if you will, to avoid further conflict, my assistant Rose will check you out." She looked over to assistant, who was quickly but neatly packing up all her clothes in boxes. "You can follow me, this way ma'am," Rose said politely. Finally, swallowing her pride, she follow the woman to the register. When she began moving, she heard the store owner speaking to the woman that went by the name Eva. "Miss Eva, again I am sorry for what happened. Please forgive me." "Oh, it's not your fault, dearie. It was mine. Maybe it's my old age finally catching up with me," she heard Eva say. She turn her attention back to the young girl walking ahead. She watched as the young woman rang her up, but her mind was focused on what happened, and that strange woman. She was so transfixed on her thoughts, she didn't hear the young girl requesting her money, until she finally broke her reverie when her heard laughter coming from behind her. She looked over her shoulder to see the store owner and Eva deep in conversation, laughing. And she felt the heat of seven suns raged inside her. She turned back around when the young woman tapped her hand. "OHH, I am sorry. How much again?" she asked, looking dazed. "Twenty-five fourteen, ma'am." She went into her pocket book, and pulled out thirty dollars. As the cashier cashed her out, she looked over her shoulder once more. She could not believe in all her years that she would be treated the way she did. "You know, they are people just like us, ya know?" her attention quickly reverted back to the young cashier. She stared at her bugged-eyed as if the girl grew a second head. "Excuse me?" "I said they are people just like you and me. They are no different than us. It's just God decided that he thought they would look better in a different hue." Rebecca stood there staring at the young girl in dismay, and disbelief. "Now, don't you go there, missy." She looked over her shoulder once more, and lowered her voice to make sure the two women behind her couldn't hear. "Those savages are not like us. They are animals! Filthy disgusting animals that need to be locked away, or put down like the savage dogs that they are. And that thing behind me—-will be the first one I kill off." The girl laughed and simply shook her head "That kind-hearted woman back there, that you call a savage, is the reason why this boutique you love coming to so much is here. It would not exist without her help. She's the reason why my Mom and I are able to sell clothes to snot-nosed bitches like you. People like you make me want to vomit. Please leave." Rebecca stood there in shock. Her eyes blinked uncontrollably to process everything. Never in all her life had she ever been this mistreated. Especially at the hands of a menial she thought so little of. She quickly snatched her things and gave Rose a stern look. "Just so you know, I will no longer be doing business with you nigger lovers." And, with that, she left in a huff, slamming the door behind her. The two women looked up startled at the sudden outburst, and asked what had happened. "Ohh, that lady got what was coming to her. People like that need to wake up and smell the roses. Sooner or later a new day will come, when blacks will no longer put up with racist twats like her anymore." Turning to Evangeline, the owner gave her deepest sincere apology. "Eva, I am deeply sorry that you had to meet that wretched bitch today. People like her make me ashamed to be a part of the white race." Evangeline smiled a warm smile. "It's ok. And don't berate yourself like that, honey. You have been nothing but good to me over the years." "Oh, no .It's YOU that have been nothing but good to me. Hell, without you, this shop would not exist," the woman said flailing her arms. "Thank you so much, Eva." Evangeline had always felt that not too many of her clients were grateful for what she did for them. But when Annie hugged her tight, she felt this overwhelming sense of love and appreciation. It was these moments that made what she do for a living worthwhile. As their embrace came to an end, Evangeline looked at the clock on wall, and realized that she should going. "Oh, wel,l would you look at the time. I wish I could stay longer, but I have to get going. My son is coming in town today, and I don't want to miss him." "Alright. You take care now, ya hear?' As Evangeline walked out, she threw her head back and called, "You do the same." And left without a care in the world. ~*A.B~* The moment she burst through the door, Rebecca began screaming like a wild banshee. She was past the point of anger and frustration. She was now at the point of rage and bloodshed. She began running through the house knocking down anything in her path. Paintings, vases, figurines, dishes, and anything that crossed her path, she knocked over. She continued this horrid rampage, stuck in a haze until she felt a pair of strong hands grab her around her shoulders, and turned her around facing them. "Becca, are you insane? What's wrong with you?" her husband shouted at her. As she looked at his angry but shocked look, she couldn't help but feel bad and weak-hearted. A sting of tears came rushing to her eyes. She laid her face against his chest and tried to tell him what happened, but the words came out in little huffs. She was shaken up about what happened earlier that day, and she didn't know how to react. Gently patting her on her back, he began to slowly rock her side to side to calm her nerves. "Shh. There, there. Everything will be ok," he gently whispered. She let herself melt into his warm embrace as his deep voice resonated throughout her core. She closed her eyes, and slowly felt herself drift into a deep unconsciousness. *~A*B~* The journey home seemed like a long one, especially since he moved all the way to Philly. But the moment he stepped on Baton Rouge soil, the scent of home engulfed him. "Milton!" He heard a voice shout. He looked in the direction the voice was coming from, and saw his friends and his sisters standing next to a red Chevy. Grabbing his belongings, he ran over to them with open arms, and a wide smile on his face. "The Ivy League hot shot has finally made it home I see." He heard his sister say. He looked Anya's way, and gave her a playful punch in the arm. "Shut up, knucklehead, and get over here." He grabbed his older sister and gave her a huge hug. When he finally released her, he saw his other sister coming towards him with open arms. They all surrounded him, and he just melted in their warm embrace. It was good to finally be home, and have his family and friends hug him again, but something was missing. He looked up and around to see that his parents were nowhere in sight. "Where are Mom and Pop at?" he said, looking down at his sisters. Anya looked up at him with bright eyes. "Oh they're at home, tending to the bar and Ava. So they were unable to pick you up," she said, shrugging. "Anyways, enough of the chatter. Let's get you home so you can check out the new bar." ~~*~*~*~* Later on that evening, Milton reunited with the rest of his friends, and the remaining sister that did not greet him at the train station. Ava, and Allie and his mother and father. They all celebrated his big return home. He had ate a big meal and a sweet delicious dessert that Ava had made. Which he was surprised that she was able to do, considering how far along she was. And, in fact, he was so happy to be an uncle, that, with almost every chance he got, he could not help himself but rub her fat pregnant belly. And now here he was, with his old childhood friends, enjoying a few beers at a bar that he was dragged too. "So, Mr. Big Shot," one friend said. "What's it like being you ,all the way up there in Philadelphia?" Milton took a big swig of his beer, and placed it back down wiping his mouth. "It's going good. I am in a field that I love, and even though race relations is hard there, it's not as hard as it is here. I will be graduating next semester with a degree in Psychology, so life couldn't be any better." "What about dating? You ain't got no pretty little thang waiting for you back in Philly?" He paused in mid sip as he debated on what he want to say. He wanted to pour his heart to them about the love of his life, but something told him not to. "Naw. Not yet," he said thinking about his love back at college. They all finished their last round of beers, and were quietly talking amongst themselves, when the sweetest voice he ever heard spoke from behind him, asking for a cigarette. He turned around, expecting to match the image with the voice, but instead he was in for a rude awakening. ~*~*~*~* After her hellish breakdown the day before, and after some well needed rest, Rebecca had to get out of the house. And with Danny doing his rounds for the night, she managed to slip out for a night of much needed fun in her life. Catching some new prey for the evening was just what she needed. She put on the bright red beautiful dress she bought at the boutique, and put on her best shoes, expecting a night of fun, mayhem and murder. She walked into every bar in the neighboring town five miles outside of hers hoping to catch the perfect prey. She checked out all the men in each bar, hoping get something, but it was all a dead zone. They were either afraid of her because of her husband, or they were too frightened to mess around with a white woman. When she finally entered in her last bar for the evening, she was expecting the same thing that happened with the others, but the moment she walked into Batiste's bar & grill, and saw the beautiful chocolate man at the bar sitting amongst his friends, her eyes widened, and her mouth watered. Out of every man in the bar she could have, this particular man sitting at the bar facing away was one that took her breath away. Even for a black man she could say that the man she was staring at was drop dead gorgeous. She had really never found black men that attractive. Even when she went out, and picked them up, she did so because they were fun, and easy to get into trouble for her sick twisted game. But the man sitting at the bar with his friends was to die for. And she knew she had to have him. She slithered her way to the bar, checking out his two friends, and put on her best seduction methods. "Hey there. Can I bum a cigarette from one of you guys?" she asked, sweetly. She stuck out her chest to make herself even more eye catching to his gaze. But when he turned around and gave her a once over, he looked like he lost interest. "Here," he said, simply giving her a cigarette. She quietly took it away from him, and made sure to caress his hand as she grabbed it, and ran her hands over the Rolex on his wrist. She had no idea how a man of his race could afford such a novelty, but she was impressed none the less. "My, you have beautiful hands. So big and strong." "I know," he simply stated, and took his hand back. They continued to stand there in silence, until his friends announced they had to leave, and the two of them were left alone by themselves. When they finally left, she pulled up a stool next to him, and ordered a drink. "Long day, huh?" she asked. As her drink was getting prepared, she gently place her hand on his rubbed it. "No. Just thinking lot," he replied. He turned his back and finished his cigarette. This surprised her. This was going to be much more of a challenge than she thought. After another moment of awkward silence, he stood. When she saw that he was leaving, she quickly made her move. "How would you like to experience what it's like being with a white woman for the evening?" she said seductively. He looked down at her once more, and rolled his eyes. "I have had one of you already. Y'all ain't that special." And her mouth literally flew open. She sat there in stunned silence as the man threw his money on the bar, and hurried out of the door. But Rebecca was not one to take defeat well. She marched after him in a huff. ~*~*~*~* Whoever the woman was, Milton did not like her. Not one bit. He couldn't exactly put his finger on it, but the mere presence of her was off-putting. A white woman coming into a bar full of coloreds just screamed suspicious to him, even-though it had white visitors. And something else about her was very off-putting as well. He walked out of the bar with every intention of heading home, until he heard the sound of footsteps came rustling behind him. "What the hell is your malfunction, nigger? Are you mental?" He turned to look to see the woman glaring at him angrily. "Look, lady, I have no idea who you may be, but women like you disgust me. And something ain't right about you. So no, a nigger such as myself would not like the honor of sleeping with you. You can run along now." He turned back around heading to his car until he heard the shrill scream of bloody murder erupting out of nowhere. He turned around seeing the woman from screaming at the top of her lungs at him and charging at him like a lunatic. Standing there perplexed he did not know what to do as he felt his fists of furry reigning down upon him. He was a big man, and could take a punch of two, but all in his years he never laid hands on a woman. Even a white one. After her tirade seemed like it had gone on forever, he finally had enough and grabbed her wrists in his bigger hands. "ENOUGH!" he shouted. He watched in silence as the girl continued to throw a fit, until a set of footsteps came running up to them and a bright flashlight came beaming across his face. A harsh thud against his head made him fall straight on his ass to the dirt pavement below. He looked up to see four white men all dressed in police uniforms standing above him. "Mrs. Watson. Are you ok?" "WHAT!?SHE ATTACKED ME FIRST!" he shouted. He could feel rage boil inside him as this woman began to tell a lie straight from Satan's ass crack. Placing her hand over her racing heart, she gave an explanation that further pissed him off. "No. This man tried to attack me." She said. "As I was dropping off my maid for the evening, this mongrel came out of nowhere, and tried to rape me." The fake tears began to flow freely now, and he saw the men cock their guns at him. "I am going to call your husband so he won't miss out on this. You, nigger." the leader of the group said. "Stand up." As Milton's rage turn into sadness, and the sting of tears came to his eyes, he stood up with his head held high. If he was going to go out, he would not do it defeated. "Are you eyeballing me, boy? Wipe that stupid look off your face." "NO!" He stated proudly. When he refused to cooperate with his would be killers, the last image he saw was all four of them closing in on him. Another sharp blow to the head, then there was nothing else but darkness. His friends had been waiting for him to come out. They wanted to keep partying and having a great time, but that came to an end when they saw their dear friend getting attacked by a group of white men. They wanted to help him but they were too frightened to act. So, they ran with their tails between their legs. ~*~*~*~* The brutal thuds and sharps blows rang in her head. Kicking and cheering could be heard throughout the woods as a group of white men skipped around a campfire and the scent of burning black flesh tarred her nostrils. And the image of her sons face twisted up in agony came into her view. Shooting straight up in bed with a fearful pounding heart, the feeling of grief, despair and panic took hold of her. Grabbing her things, she ran through the house waking her husband and daughters for something that she could not bear to take. As they were about to reach the front door, the sound of knocking beat them to it. When she finally opened the door to see Milton's sad friends standing with tears in their eyes' she knew her dream was real, and fell to her knees with a heavy heart. Tales from the Grave: Wicked Beauty ~*~*~*~* When they finally reached the location of their departed, they made their way through a crowd of both black of white whispering among themselves, her hands went to her face in defeat, and disbelief. Evangeline let out a loud scream and ran over to her only boy, and demanded that he be cut down from the tree. His sisters wept and moaned and felt nothing but disgust at such a brutal act of hatred done upon their own flesh and blood. As Evangeline cradled his dead body, the tears of sorrow began to flow. She continue like this until he heard footsteps approaching her. She looked up to see that wicked woman from the boutique standing above her, with her husband, the sheriff, by her side, grinning at her. "Well, well. Fancy meeting you again" "What was his crime?" she asked, with tear stained cheeks. Danny and Rebecca looked down at her in triumph. "That mongrel attacked a white woman," Danny said looking over to his wife. "Tell her, sweet-cheeks." Rebecca stared down at the woman with folded arms, as satisfaction filled the air. "I am guessing that's your son. Wow, what a bang up job you did raising a rapist for a son." "You lie!" she stood up straight with anger. "You mean to tell me my son would dare touch your filthy skin, let alone try to rape you, BITCH! You are delusional. You fucking worthless wet rag jizz." Everyone who stood around gasped. "Lady, do you know who you are talking to?" the sheriff yelled. "Don't you know if I wanted to, I could throw your black ass in jail for assault?" Evangeline wanted to knock the idiot up side his head. "Ohh, you rotten-." She wanted to really go in on them, and rip their heads off. But when she felt her oldest daughter grabbing her arm to calm down, she simply just nodded up and down smiled. Gaining her composure, she felt herself bottle up all her emotions, but she refused to be defeated and let them win. "Whoever did this to my only boy, may God have mercy on their souls, 'cause I won't. They will pay for what they have done to my son." And she walked off into the night They both stood there looking at each other contemplating what she had said. "What does she mean?" Danny asked. Rebecca responded "OH, she's just nuts. C'mon, let's go home. I'm hungry." ~*~*~*~*~* Rebecca still felt angry, and agitated. Even-though his mother had done her bidding, and she had some joy of killing a black man, she was still upset that he rejected her. 'How dare he?' she silently said to herself. She looked over at her husband as he drove home. "What you thinking about?" she asked. He continued to stare at the road up ahead. "I am just thinking about what our lives would be like without these niggers. It would be make life so much easier for us, especially for our white women. It gets tiring trying defend y'all from those mongrels." "Hmm, I know baby." Reaching to him, she began rubbing his shoulders to calm him. She would've told him that she was the one lying, and causing all these unnecessary deaths of innocent black men, but she did not want to ruin her reputation. When they finally got to their house and walked inside, it was pitch black. He tried hitting the light switch to turn the lights on, but nothing came on. "It's probably just the fuse box, or something. I'll go check it while you check the rest of the house." She watched him as walked through the kitchen, and out the back door where the fuse box was. She turned on her heels, and walked through the house checking each light switch to no avail. She finally went up to the bedroom to get some candles ready. As she passed her mirror, something in the reflection caught her eye. There in the reflection of her mirror, standing just a few feet away in the corner, a lifeless black body hung from the ceiling in the corner of the room. Dropping the candles as she ran screaming, she accidentally fell, and hit her head in the hallway against the wall. She looked up to see a bright light coming her way, and the image of her husband came into her blurry view. "Becca, are you ok?" "Oohhh, awwww ooowww. My head," was all she could say, as her husband picked up and carried her to their bed. He laid her gently down and rubbed her head. "What happened, Sweet-cheeks?" he asked. She looked up towards the corner to where the body was hanging, but nothing was there. "It was nothing," she said, looking back at him. "Maybe me almost getting raped for the second time this week has did a real number on me. Maybe I just need some rest." He looked back down at her smiling. "Yeah you do. You are a tough girl to endure such much in one week. Let me help take care of that wound for you" "Hey what happened to the fuse box?" she asked. He turned back around shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know. When I went down there, everything was fine." Going into their bathroom he came out with a cold wet rag, which he placed gently on her head to nurse the huge sore. "Can you handle this aching wound while I am gone?" "mm Hmm," she nodded. As he left the room, she laid there in her bed tending to the huge knot that was forming. As she held the cold wet rag against her head, she felt herself getting sleepier and sleepier. And just at the final moment sleep was about grip her, Evangeline appeared in her room. Rebecca jump upright in bed and screamed for her husband. "DANNNY!" "That won't do you good, bitch. The moment your husband left the room, I took care of him." "What did you do with him?" Rebecca shouted. "He's fine...for now .And if were you, I would watch my tone of voice," Evangeline growled. "REBECCA JANE WATSON! I have learned so much about you in these last few hours. Granted our first encounter with each other was not so pleasant, I disregarded that little incident. But NOW, my dear, you have truly fucked up this time. And there's no way your husband will save you." When she saw Evangeline slowly moving towards her, she used whatever strength she had to try to scramble out of bed towards the closet where Danny kept his guns. But she was pulled back by an unseen force throwing back in her original spot. She looked up to see Evangeline waving a doll around. "Where you going? I hope you ain't thinking about trying to blow my head off. Hahahha. Oh dear, bad news for you, you gots to come at me stronger than that." "WHAT THE HELL ARE? WHY—." With a soft finger to her lips, Evangeline rendered Rebecca speechless. "You don't need to worry about who, or what I am. Your question should be more along the line of what I can do. Especially to you." Evangeline saw Rebecca struggling to speak, and was amused. The girl was powerless for once in her life, and it delighted her. "Rebecca is it? I am going to cut to the chase. That young black man you got killed because of your pathetic lies was my son. My only son, and the only male heir of the Marie Laveau Bloodline born in the past five decades." Rebecca's eyes widen in shock, and fear started to paralyze her. "To you, he might have been just a fun rump in the hay that he rejected, or just a mere worthless black man that needed to be taught a lesson by your husband, but to us, his family and the Laveau clan, he was something more. And I am here at this very moment to help you reap the seeds you have sown." Evangeline moved in closer to her, and sat herself on the bed next to Rebecca. With one hand she gently began to caress her face, as she held the voodoo doll in the other. "My, what a beautiful sight you are. I can almost see why men go crazy over you," Evangeline said gently in a smooth tone. She looked over at her doll, and quickly back over to her. "Though, I cannot say the same for that evil wicked heart of yours." Evangeline smiled devilishly as she thought of the perfect form of vengeance. Getting up she walked over to the dresser, and picking up a hand-held mirror, brought it over to Rebecca. Roughly grabbing her face in one hand, she held up the mirror showing Rebecca her reflection "Oh Rebecca, what a beautiful sight you are. So beautiful that every man you have met felt weak at the knees by your mere beauty. Men have fought over it, some have killed over it, and now, sadly, men have died over it. But tonight, that will all change." "For all the bloodshed, tears ,screams of agony ,and the sheer terror you have inflicted amongst innocent men and their families for your evil wicked ways, and that evil heart of yours, has come to bite you in the ass, and is now coming back to you tenfold," Evangeline said waving the mirror over her face. She took her other hand away from her face, and placed it over Rebecca's heart. "I now take all the ugliness you have in your heart, and all the wicked evil deeds you have done. I now let the world know and see the true ugliness that lurks inside you. That's right! The hideous monster that you are on the inside shall be seen on the outside. You will be so hideous that everyone in their right mind will be terrified of you. And you will continue to live like this until you meet the same demise of fate that you have brought upon my son ,and all the other's innocent blood you have shed for your lies." Evangeline placed her hand back on Rebecca's and brought the mirror closer. "And so, it shall be done. By the higher universe I say, blessed be. Enjoy that pretty face of yours while you still can," Evangeline said tucking the mirror under her arm. "Ta taaa," she said sweetly. And just like that, she was gone. Vanished without a trace. Rebecca shoot up straight in bed looking around the bedroom. The lights were on, and she saw her husband walking towards her with a towel around his waist. She looked around the room once more to see if Evangeline was still there, but she saw no signs of her. She put her hand over her heart and understood that it was all a bad dream. "Oh God, what a terrible dream." "What dream?" her husband asked. She glanced over to him as he was crawling into bed. "It's nothing," she said, shaking her head. "Hey, when did the lights come back on?" "Oddly enough, a few seconds before you woke up. Are you ok, babe? You look like you saw a ghost." She turned her gaze away from him, and shook her head. "I'm fine. Let's just go to sleep ok. Shut the lights off, will ya?" Rebecca turned away from her husband and closed her eyes for some desperate need of sleep. As she was about to slip into a deep slumber, she could hear the laugher of Evangeline echoing in the distance of her mind .She chalked it up to her mind playing tricks on her from the blow to the head she took earlier. She fell right to sleep with her husband cradling against her back. "Good Night." he said against her ear. ~*~*~*~*~* Surprisingly, despite the awful dream she had last night, Rebecca had awoken the next morning in a blissful state. The birds were chirping and she felt a nice warm breeze blew against her skin. She gave herself a good stretch and turned over to face her husband to wake him. As she turned over to face him, he began to open his eyes to his beautiful wife, but was in for a shock. He quickly hoped out the bed screaming for dear life. When she heard him shouting, she shot up in bed looking around in a panic "What's wrong-." she tried to say, but that was cut short as he began to berate her. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" She looked at him confused and slowly slipped out of the bed. "Honey, what's wrong?" "HONEY?! DON'T HONEY ME, YOU BEAST! WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY WIFE?!" he asked again. She began walking to him with pleading hands, still a state of confusion. "Danny, please. What are you talking about?" As she continued walking toward her husband, she caught a glimpse of her image in the full length mirror in the corner of the room, and screamed herself. There, staring back at her, was something so hideous even horror stories could not describe it. She was bald, with thin stringy hair with open reddish sores all throughout her bald head. Her once perfect face and beautiful white teeth she prided herself on, were no more. Her face had sunk in and shriveled up, and scars, boils ,and moles decorated her face .Whatever teeth she did have were now shaped into piranha-like fangs. Her eyes were no longer the beautiful blue she once knew. Now they were sunken in, black as coal, with blood red circles around them. And her once perfect body was haggard, dried up, with bones sticking out her skin. And, to top it off, the smell that radiated off her was beyond foul. She was so transfixed on her now hideous image she could only catch the last instant of her husband running up to her, and bashing over the head with the bedside lamp. She looked up at husband once more with blurry out of focus eyes. When she saw the image of the woman responsible for turning her into a monster, she tried to warn her husband with a shaky weak hand. But the only thing he did was kick her in the head, officially knocking her out cold. Danny looked down at the creature below and looked around the room nervously. He had no idea how this thing got into his house, or what it did with his wife, but one thing was for sure. He was going to get rid of it before it will cause havoc on the townspeople. Quickly getting dressed, he grabbed his guns and a net, and called up a few of his friends to get rid of this thing. ~*~*~*~* "Danny please it's me, Rebecca. You have to believe me!" he heard the thing shout. "Shut up! Your breath smells like burning death," he growled. With all the strength he could muster, he tied the thing up and threw it in the bed of his truck. He didn't have to wait long for until he heard the loud motor of his deputy's pickup truck roaring from the distance. He looked up to see his crew, and their comrades driving towards him as they kicked up a cloud of dust with their tires. When their truck came to a full stop and they exited their vehicle, they let out groans and whistles of disgust and intrigue "What is that thing?" he heard one say. "I don't know. That thing was in my bed when I woke this morning, and I believe it killed my Becca." "But honey, you have to understand. I am Rebecca." Getting angry at the monsters mouth, Danny hopped up on the truck bed, striking in its head knocking it out once again. He turned back to his crew and staff with pleading eyes, begging for help. "Now, I know y'all might be scared shitless, but do y'all think you are brave enough to help get rid of this thing before news gets out about it? I don't want no feds coming this town, thinking I can't run it." They looked at each other with doubtful frightened looks, but nodded their heads in agreement. "Good. Call up some friends who can keep a secret, and let's get ready for a night of lynchings to end all lynchings," He said, closing the bed of the truck. ~*~*~*~*~* A look of terror plagued his face, as blood dripped from the open, bleeding deep wound on his head and into his hands - begging, pleading hands - as he begged for his life on his knees at her feet. She saw herself looking down at the man with a cheeky smirk. "Too late for your begging, nigger. You should have thought of that before you looked at me in the eyes. DANNY! Lynch him." She saw herself having a grand ole time, and enjoyed the sight of murder and mayhem she caused against innocent black men, and was disgusted with herself. Image after image played across her mind of innocent men she got killed and beaten as she physically tried to cover herself from the harsh beating the group of men, including her husband, dished out on her. She screamed and wailed in terror and agony, just like the men that she killed, as faces of murderous whites landed punches and kicks upon her. She was in pain. Awful pain. She just wanted to go home and back to her normal life. When the kicks and punches stopped, she felt a small moment of relief until the rough texture of a rope was put around her neck. She tried to put her hands up to loosen its hold, but that ended when she felt herself being dragged by the neck against dirt, rock, and rubble across the field to an oak tree by her husband. Throwing the rope high across the closest tree branch, Danny and his boys pulled the rope and tied around the base of the tree as the crowd around them cheered them on. Feeling herself being quickly elevated and swinging from side to side in midair, she began kicking and struggling against the rope's hold. As she looked into the wild cheering crowd of her neighbors and friends, the image of an angry Evangeline flickered amongst them. And, as she continued to struggle against its hold, the twisted mouths of black men in fear and terror played in her mind one last time, as the feeling of hot fire touched the tip of her toes and quickly ran up her body and engulfed her in hot flames. She kicked and screamed as the hotness became unbearable and, when she bounced for the final time, she took her last breath. Her demise was just like those of the innocent men she got killed. It was then she knew what it felt like to hated, despised and mistreated, for something you cannot control. It was then she truly understood how it felt like to be black in America and what it felt like to be one of her victims. And that, my friends, was the end of Rebecca Jane Watson.