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I met her on Christmas day, hours after I had been run out of the church. I don?t remember how I found her home, it?s not the sort of place you find when you look for it. I was eight at the time and knew very little of the world or the people in it. So when I found that broken-down hovel with bones scattered around I didn?t think to be afraid. All I saw was the dark plumes pouring out the top and knew it had to be warm.?Child,? she said as she shook me awake. I had fallen asleep, pressed up against the hot stone chimney. Experience led me to believe I was not welcomed inside. ?Child, what are you doing here?? She ran her claws through my hair, the sweltering inferno of her pitch-black skin felt like heaven on my frostbitten face.?Sorry Ma?am. I?ll leave.? As I gathered my rags to go she scooped me up in her arms. I nearly fainted as she wrapped her spiderweb wings around me, I had never known such an embrace. The witch took me inside, holding me close. She smelled like warm bread and lamp oil. She stared forward with those two beautiful red eyes. The third blue eye, the one on her forehead, wept as it watched me.She asked me about my family. There wasn?t much to tell. Mother died upon my arrival. Dad said it was because I was so ugly. When the plague took him I had traded the whippings and beatings for the hunger and cold. In my opinion, it was pretty much the same. Since Dad didn?t take me to church most people in town said I deserved what happened. That?s what the priest had been saying Anadolu Yakası Escort as he beat me in the back of the head and told me to get out of God?s house. Apparently, I was bringing the mood down.Her name was Ethel. I was surprised to learn she was a witch. People in town were afraid of witches but she had shown me nothing but kindness. But that?s how folks are, I?ve learned. They judge you by your line of work more so than your character. Ethel said that she used to be friends with the people of the village, and helped them out for hundreds of years she said. Till they found God, and apparently they decided it was him or her. They picked him.?You?ve never known love, have you, boy??I thought about it. Heard people talk about it. The preacher went on about it an awful lot, normally before he asked for some coin. Also heard about it in some stories I listened to when I slept under other families? windows after Dad kicked it. ?Can?t really say I do, Ma?am.??Let me tell you what love is.? Her voice was beautiful, a deep rasp that slithered over her long tongue. She crawled along the floor, her six legs scuttling and clicking as she reached for a few jars. She rubbed a concoction of crushed insects and mud on my boils. ?Love is when you give someone your heart. In return, you must feed it.? She spat on my sores and wiped them clean. For the first time, I could remember my skin was clean and without red infections.?So if I give you my heart, you?ll Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan love me?? Again, Ethel?s center eye began to cry as I said this.?No, child. You?ve had too much taken already. I?ll give you mine. It will bring you luck and safety. Just feed it, and I?ll always love you.?Now at this point, you may have thought something about this was off. Of course, I did too. After all, no one had ever been this kind to me, at least not before they kicked me into the mud and laughed. But at this point, I didn?t have a lot of prospects going on so I figured, what the hell? So I nodded.Now you would be a fool if you think anything could be as beautiful as the smile that spread across her green lips. ?Hold out your hands, boy.? I did. Then sweet Ethel opened her mouth wider and began to retch and heave. It wasn?t long before she coughed that black heart into my hands.It continued to beat, of course. Just grasping it chased the chill from my bones and the fear from my head. I held it to my chest, the rhythmic beating gave me strength and purpose. I understood love. Yet when I looked down, it was gone!?Worry not, little one. It?s still there. Do you feel it?? I did. It was coming from inside me. I had two heartbeats. ?It will return when you wish, and stay safely tucked inside otherwise.?I pondered, ?You said I feed your heart. What does it eat??She giggled a playful melody that was like bats on the wind. ?Blood of course.???????????????On Escort Anadolu Yakası the first day of the new year, I returned to the church. No longer was I run out, in fact, the priest didn?t even recognize me. He took me in and offered me shelter. He asked a lot of questions about my parents and when they might be. He noted my fine clothes and gold rings. The priest kept inquiring when my wealthy parents might be by.I dined with him, he spoke as I had always had. God, god, god?. Money. We ate on fine plates and drank from golden cups. We had meat and fresh bread, never before in my life did I have such an extravagant meal. Something bothered me though, for all his talk of God?s love he didn?t seem to feel it himself. I asked him if he had received the heart of the Lord, and he just looked puzzled.Now at that moment, I figured out a few things. The first was that most of these church types really aren?t the loving kind of people. They like prestige and shiny baubles. They enjoy fine wines and meat on the table every day. But love? Caring for the sick and poor? It was just an act. They weren?t using their heart at all.Now the next idea that popped into my head was if they weren?t using it I would. So I walked over to him as he stuffed more lamb into his fat mouth. He was going to ask me something. Never made it out. His knife that I plunged into the side of his neck made it hard to make much out besides the weird gurgling noises.Let me tell you, this was my first time removing a man?s heart and it worked! Any more I can do it quite easily and efficiently. But like anything, there?s what some call a learning curve. Took me damn near two hours to rip his chest open. Blood everywhere! When I think about it I?m really embarrassed. I think most of us feel that way when we think of how silly we were when we were kids.