Elisa was known around the village for being one of the most beautiful women there was but no man would ever approach her, fear of rejection was one reason but another and possibly the main one was that she was slightly odd. Her head was always down, her long red hair not far from touching the cold cobble path, she walked like she didn't want anyone to interact with her but deep inside it was what she desired most.
Her beauty was said to be like that of the wild roses that grew down by the river, all bloody and red. Sultry in looks but misunderstood to the many, Elisa was a forlorn figure that longed for an escape and one day her wish was granted.
A young outsider appeared in the village one cold and frosty morning. He was tall in stature but slim , he had dark hair that flopped down just below his ears and green eyes that were trance like once you made contact with them. He spotted Elisa walking solemnly through the streets and immediately he felt something inside, something he never felt before, but it made him feel alive although nervous he knew he had to try and talk to her.
When he approached her Elisa seemed standoff-ish at first as if she thought he was after something or someone put him up to it, but he quickly showed her that his intention was all born from his own thoughts and innocence was all they were. She was mesmerized by his eyes and how softly he spoke, it was almost like a language she didn't understand by the words he used. They spoke for hours without noticing, they were both in as deep as each other and as the night was closing in he offered to walk her home, to which she accepted.
At the door he offered his hand out to shake but Elisa misconstrued this as a motion for a hug to which they both laughed at before eventually hugging and saying goodnight. They planned to meet up the day after and neither did renage on their agreement, 1.30 p.m on the button their eyes met each other in the distance as they walked closer and closer, neither of them even blinking.
The young man had brought something, it was a single rose and when he offered it to her he whispered in her ear that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever had the pleasure of looking at and that the rose was a symbol of her long red hair that smelt so good and couldn't get out of his mind all night. They yet again talked until dark before again he walked her home but this time a hug was not on offer but he took her in his arms and kissed her ruby-red lips. They planned to meet the next day.
On the third day he had mentioned to her the night before to meet down by the river, the spot where the wild roses grew. She agreed to it and arrived at the spot waiting for his arrival. As she stood gazing into the distance and a smile on her face that would brighten up the darkest winters night she felt a hand clench hers and turned around swiftly to be met by a passionate kiss that sent her into another world in her head. She didn't want it to end but not only did the kiss end but so did her life.
Moments later as her back was turned she was struck at the back of her head by the young man holding a rock. He held her in his arms one last time and whispered to her gently "All beauty must die.... " before beating her to death with the rock. The rose she was given the night before was placed between her teeth as her body was pushed into the flowing river. The man stood watching her body drift off with the rock in his clenched left hand, blood dripping from it into a small stream that met with the river.
As the years passed people sometimes asked where the beautiful yet detached lady had gone, no one had any answers so she was forgotten about over time. There have been reports that a lady similar to her in appearance appears at the time of her death every year on the banks of the river. Supposedly she looks like she had done but the more you look at her, her face starts to morph into her face of death, all bashed and bloody.
Other reports have said that when this ghostly figure appears the river turns red and roses appear along the bank spelling the words "All beauty must die" and you are then cursed until you meet your gruesome demise at the hands of this once beautiful and innocent young lady.
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