The Elf (13)
In the dark sedan, the woman's face was briefly lit up by the thunderous lightning, and for a brief moment, the entire sky was filled with light.
In the darkness, there was only a touch of red, a red so bright It was as if the dye had been made from dried blood.
The red skirt dripped with blood hiding the darkness beneath torn tresses as the woman floating in the darkness. There was only a pair of bright red embroidered shoes, looming under the blood-red wedding dress, however, if one looked closer, they would be mortified to see that instead of feet, her shoes were filled with black roots.
The woman who wore a solemn old-fashioned wedding dress was astonishingly white, like ice cubes with no temperature. It was as if all the blood in her body had been drained dye her wedding dress. But only those lips, still carried a trace of color, bright red and vengeful.