The flutter of wings filled the air as a small green bird landed on the concrete ground of a driveway. It hopped about, tilting it’s head as it seemed to go about it’s birdly business. The door of the house which the driveway belonged to opened and a flash of silver flew through the air, decapitating the green bird. A mangy man quickly closed the door, his dark hair shrouding his face. The bird twitched and grew in size, taking on the shake of a feathered female. Her body was covered in vibrant plumage that radiated every color imaginable, her legs still resembled that of a bird, her talons clicking against the concrete as she walked up to the door and right through it, as if it wasn’t there.
Inside there was a well decorated room, many baubles decorated the walls and tables, most of them appearing to be broken fragments that still held an ounce of beauty. The man stood there, his eyes wide as she stepped through. He wore dress pants, a clean shirt and a formal vest. However, his dark hair was mangy and long, his eyes black with no whites.
“My dearest blackbird,” cooed the female, “Your time is done with the humans, it is time for you to come home to where you belong.” She extended a hand to the man, offering a ruby lipped smile. The man took a step back from her. Just then a woman walked into the room, flowing blonde hair ran down to the middle of her back, she was a beauty, a rare gem among her kind. The woman’s eyes widened at the sight of the bird woman.
“I see why now---then I will take you both back!” The bird woman cackled sadistically, lunging forward, her hands thrust into both of their chests.
As the two bodies fell to the floor, their hearts having been ripped out, two birds fluttered about, seemingly trapped in the house. The bird woman dropped the two hearts on the ground and forced the door open, “With me, my children.” Her form shrank once more as she took off into the sky, this time two blackbirds following her.