She could feel it all around her. A tightening in the air. A feeling that the space around her was being touched, by something Evil. She eyed the smokey pub, as she wiped the plank table. Over thirty drunken men and women, loudly laughed, and occasionally sang, filling her night with the usual sounds that she didn't enjoy. Fishermen, stinking of fish and spilled ale, stumbled about, pawing her at every chance. Three English soldiers sat at the back of the room, in bright red uniforms, laughing of their day. The feeling of suffocation followed her through her work night. The inn Keepers daughter drew a sigh of relief when her father slid the bolt on the front door. The smell of drunken sailors hung in the air. Thank the lord for the smoky air, she thought. As she finished her work, she was growing into a panic. Like someone was placing the emotion in her soul. Forcing her to feel fear. She spun in a clumsy circle, looking for this evil.But seeing nothing. The air whisped gently to her face, tickleing her right cheek. It felt like someone had just touched her. Her eyes in a panic darted back and forth, filling with tears. She headed for the upstairs quarters, to find her father. Suddenly she felt someone stepping on the back of her dress. She turned to see him. A tall, dark shadow, with eyes so dark, it was as if his eyes feed on the darkness around them. His hand reached to her neck, as she stood frozen. His touch was ice, yet she welcomed it. 'Good evening' was all he said, as he leaned to her. It was all a blur to her, as he laid her back on the table. She felt no pain, but could only see the candle next to her. With her last breath, she wished God to save her. the flame gave Her the answer,as it faded to smoke.