Action/Thriller

The Brother's Grimm meets Walt Disney in a trail of deciet, blood and the underworld of vampires, goblins and Werewolves.

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Beyond the Looking Glass...

When Evil Rises

By AP Miller

Prologue

 

She was finally dead.

The snowflakes were falling like little white feathers from the sky, capping the mountain tops. She sat beside her window which was framed in burgundy and black damask drapery. The new Queen stared at the descending crystals, a serene smile fanned across her lips. She drew the glass from her evening tray towards her mouth, swallowing the warm red liquid.

She would hunger no more. Never have to run and hide. Her protection would lay within the boundaries of the vast forest to insure her safety. The full moon illuminated the starry night sky. Silver wisps over midnight blue clouds floated freely like flowing cotton.

Just beyond the tree lined entrance of the castle, she heard the heavy, frightened rustle of a large animal in the underbrush, and the roaring sounds of the hideous, evil laughter from the seven little hounds of hell; while they continued their chase. "Run my little children," she whispered against the glass before she turned away.

Snow White lifted the Queens arm from the floor once more filling her glass. "Well step mother, if only you loved me more, instead of yourself, this never would have happened. But surely, mores the pity... Because you deserved this."

She allowed the cold lifeless arm to fall to the floor with a thud, that left her in the very same stiffened position, while she laughed. "Now who is the fairest of them all...mother?" She glanced up where the magic mirror should have been and frowned bitterly. "You treated me like an animal and that's what I have become. And now...just look at you... so natural lying there." Baring her white incisors, she walked around the corpse then paused.

Snow could smell the scent of the woodsman as he neared the castle walls...

"Come to me my love...my mate...my master..." she breathed running the glass across her breast. If evil had a face...it would be his. She opened the window atop the castle peak and he was already there. Heavy with breath and the scent of fresh blood attached to his dark fur.

"I heard you a mile away m’lady." The woodsman replied in a harsh whisper while he soaked in the scent of this fierce woman before him. Lord Hayden wrapped his arms around her small waist. Forcefully, roughly, sliding his tongue inside her cold and wanton mouth. "Bitch", he growled. Desire filled her to the very core, more intense then it did before. He lowered her down onto the floor, next to the newly chilled body. Hayden felt her weaving her fingers through the fur on his back...and he growled biting down into the flesh of her bare shoulder. Snow hissed then pushed him off. He bounced back on all fours baring his pearl white fangs.

"Take her beyond the castle walls into the woods. The animals will feast upon her decayed flesh. But first kiss me again." she commanded. He obliged then released her.

"This castle belongs to me now and things will be run they way they were meant to." She placed one final kiss on her stepmothers cheek. "Farewell you wretched woman...rot in your hell."