The tavern was lively this night as two beautiful barmaids glided from one end of the counter to the other, serving a boisterous line of men their mugs one by one. For every time the women crossed paths they'd spin and dance out of each other's way, their respective black and blonde hair twirling with them. The two kept genuine smiles on their faces and took turns singing the celebratory tunes of the war recently won, filled with vague descriptions of swords plunging onto enemies and what rewards awaited those who fought.

The barmaids moved to this village some months ago as a result of the war and, despite their contrasting looks, they were twins. It was something they enjoyed sharing with others as if shocked expressions and words of doubt fed them. They say their mother had black hair and lighter skin while their father was a blond with a darker tone, and when they were born their characteristics mixed between them. Though they looked different, they shared many other features with each other. If they spoke without being seen, it'd be impossible to tell who said what. They had the same sense of humor, the same bubbly personality. But if there was one thing people spoke most about them, it was the rumor that they shared even the same men in bed.

Though there was nothing to go on but gossip, a captain in the military was determined to see if it was true. He sat at a table with a few other men who returned home after the war, hailed as heroes of the village. For far too long they had no woman to keep them warm in tents, and tonight they had the intention of breaking that record. The others would be content with any woman they could sleep with, but the captain had his sights fixated on the sisters.

With narrowed eyes he watched the barmaids entertain the customers until the black haired sibling noticed him. He smiled at her, and the corner of her mouth tugged up into a smirk. She bit her bottom lip and turned to her twin, whispering something into her ear. The blonde took a quick glance at him and reacted with the same smirk and lip-biting. The hair on the captain's arms stood at attention and goose bumps covered his body. Perhaps the rumors were true.

His eyebrows shot up when the blonde left the counter and walked past him, brushing his shoulder with her thigh as she dropped a small piece of parchment paper next to his feet. He looked down and read Tonight? in black ink. His blood rushed in excitement as he looked back up and followed her stride. When she returned behind the counter, her sister tapped her buttocks and winked at the captain. A sudden burst of energy ran through him. He resisted the urge of getting up and taking the barmaids away right then and there. If he survived two years of war, he can sit still for a few hours.

When the last person drunkenly stumbled outside, the captain remained seated and regularly changed glances between the barmaids while they cleaned. They kept eye contact, undid the top buttons of their blouses, then leaned over the counter and wiped it with a rag. The captain shifted in his chair, adjusting to a more comfortable position. After what felt like an eternity to him the twins finally walked over, stood him up, and held his arms, pushing up against him.

They walked to a nearby forest, the captain's breathing becoming staggered from eagerness. When they reached a lake, they had gone deep enough. The twins playfully pulled away from the captain's restless hands and stood in front of him. When he took a step, the black haired sister put a hand up. Starting from her shoulders the other sister began undressing her, and in one move her clothes fell to the ground. The captain clenched his teeth, becoming even more impatient, more anxious. She returned the favor and undressed her sibling in a similar fashion.

The twins then turned around and ambled to a small boulder on the edge of the lake. They sat on opposite ends of the cool rock and stretched their hands to the captain, alluring him to come closer. The moon behind them and it's reflection on the calm water made this occurrence even more fulfilling as he accepted the invitation. He grabbed their hands and inched down their arms. When he reached their elbows he pulled them close, close enough to whisper something to them.

"Time to eat."

He pushed them into the freezing water.

The captain hopped on top of the rock with a wide smile as the sisters' heads emerged. Just as they were about to voice out their anger, skeletal hands from below appeared and grabbed their faces from behind, then dragged them back down. The surface of the water bubbled from their struggle as they were ripped apart, flailing limbs coming up periodically. The moon's reflection gradually became red from the blood; it was then that the greatest feeling of ecstasy overcame the captain and brought him to his knees. His body trembled, his mouth salivated, and the whites of his eyes showed while he leaned forward clutching his stomach.

A splash of water pulled him from his trance when the black haired woman burst from below, screaming her lungs out. Pieces of flesh were ripped from her bloody face and a long gash went diagonally from her forehead to her left eye. Her right eye was wide and trembled from confusion and horror. She brought her arms up to the captain, but she stopped, and her lip-less mouth quivered when she realized she was missing fingers.

The captain lowered his head, placed a hand below her chin, tilted her up, and then kissed her.

She kept still, a single tear travelling down the side of her face, and she submerged into the depths of a watery grave.