The Torch
November 2018
Now it is eleven o’clock and she hopes for the best. She decides to not be afraid and explore what’s going on. She tells the king she is going to bed and rushes to her room. She sits in her room occupying herself until it turns midnight, The midnight bell strikes only once this time and she once again is sent to the attic. “It is almost done. You will be able to join me once you have completed your task.”, says the exotic figure. “What task?”, Snow White asks. “You will know once you feel your thirst for it.”, he says and vanishes. She returns to the party and walks around with suspicion in her eyes, not knowing that they are so black to where anyone who looks into them, the feeling of their soul being taken will overwhelm them. Later in the night she feels herself change and is starting to wonder what the thirst was for. The drinks and wine start to spill over and her thirst kicks in. “That almost looks like... blood.”, she mumbles. She draws herself into the dark. She waits. She tries to resist but someone took one wrong step. A man steps into the shadows for a second and he is taken further in the darkness. No one could hear what was happening with the overwhelming noise from the orchestra. Snow White stares at his neck and knew what she wanted to do. Before anyone could do a thing or even turn to notice, she bit down and sucked the man dry. She races around the room sucking blood from every living soul but does not seem to see her king. Dead bodies lie on the ground from her feast. She looks around and grins. She busts through the attic floor and awaits the figure. “I’ve done it.”, she says in an evil voice. “I see you have. I am proud. There couldn’t have been anyone better for this job than you.”, it says. “Do you mind telling me who you are exactly now?”, she asks. “Why of course.” It walks out of the shadows and says, “You don’t believe that a normal prince kissed you that day, do you?”
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