C87 Eighty Seven

There she stood, hair burning in the crimson light that started escaping from the heavy fog.

She always gave off a eerie feeling that made me shiver, as if she would attack me out of nowhere and no-one would see it coming. Her eyes were filled with pure hate, showing the total darkness inside her. Every step she took closer to us was full of evil intent. She held Aunt Belinda on her knees