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whatif_auTitle: 'Poor, Pretty Fool'
Author:but_can_i_be_trusted
Fandom: Original Fiction
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Disturbing concepts; mild innuendo; brief violence; character death
Notes: Using Challenge #24: Fairy Tale AU. Crossposted toficlet_zone and genprompt_bingo.
Summary: Her curiosity had planted such intriguing scenes in her imagination.
She fancied herself some kind of modern-day Cinderella, all dolled up in a beautiful dress. Fascinated by the mysterious tower in the forest beyond the lake. Fantasizing about the lovely ladies, the handsome men, all the good and gorgeous people who gathered there each night. The gorgeous, princely figure who led them all in their nightly revels. Her curiosity had planted such intriguing scenes in her imagination.
So, one night, she slipped away from home, convinced that, if she made entry, she'd meet the stars, the important ones, anyone who a modern woman in her age bracket would be happy to encounter. Ignoring the warning caws of the ravens and crows that flitted from tree to tree.
When I saw her there, quietly sneaking in, believing her to be cloaked by the shadows that fell so thickly in the entryway, I saw something different in her: A tragedy, just waiting to unfold. Something clean and innocent, waiting to be undone. A soul whose purity was begging to be transformed into something different. Something darker.
The poor, pretty fool didn't know it, yet. But the beverages that she watched the elegant individuals quaffing was not wine, not punch, not anything that she, herself, would consider consumable, for all its rich, red hue. It suited me to let her think otherwise, though. Let her believe the deception; she'd learn the truth, in due time. She'd learn just what sort of serpent pit she'd lowered herself into.
I approached her, smiling, holding out a hand. Offering her a dance. Evidently feeling some manner of attraction, she accepted, letting me sweep her onto the floor.
Little fool, in her innocence; she seemed like a fledgling angel, dancing in the arms of a demon; not that she was aware of that.
After a suitable period, I led my little lamb away. I was having a difficult time deciding where to trap her. Somewhere close and tight, where she couldn't escape, once the truth became clear. My laboratory might be good; it had been a while since I'd had access to a human who'd make a tempting experimental subject.
But the look of coy longing in her eyes made me decide. The best place to guarantee that she'd never see the morning sun rise again was in the privacy of my room.
Once the door was locked behind us, the silly creature had the nerve to look awkward and demure. She fussed with the folds of her dress, as though nervously trying to arrange a filmy nightgown on one's wedding night.
She looked so sweet that I almost pitied her.
One push, and she fell back, onto the bed. I followed, a hand closing around her throat, sparking panic in her eyes. For a moment, she believed that she'd landed in the grasp of a rough but misunderstood soul, who thought that love could only be ugly. A sensitive soul, underneath a pose of darkness, someone not like the others.
But then she saw my fangs. Realized that she was held in place by a vampire.
Something in her spilled forth all the vampire lore that she'd ever learned in books, in the hope that something of all that she'd read would fend me off.
Impossible, of course; so much of what she thought she knew was a lie. Pure fiction.
That made it so simple to take over the naïve little thing's soul. I leaned in, fangs piercing, and fed.
She'd thought, while still breathing, that she was walking into a fairy tale. Instead, she was just another cog in the wheel of life's endless cycle of the weak feeding the strong.
Too late is such a terrible time to learn a lesson.
Author:
but_can_i_be_trustedFandom: Original Fiction
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Disturbing concepts; mild innuendo; brief violence; character death
Notes: Using Challenge #24: Fairy Tale AU. Crossposted to
ficlet_zone and genprompt_bingo.Summary: Her curiosity had planted such intriguing scenes in her imagination.
She fancied herself some kind of modern-day Cinderella, all dolled up in a beautiful dress. Fascinated by the mysterious tower in the forest beyond the lake. Fantasizing about the lovely ladies, the handsome men, all the good and gorgeous people who gathered there each night. The gorgeous, princely figure who led them all in their nightly revels. Her curiosity had planted such intriguing scenes in her imagination.
So, one night, she slipped away from home, convinced that, if she made entry, she'd meet the stars, the important ones, anyone who a modern woman in her age bracket would be happy to encounter. Ignoring the warning caws of the ravens and crows that flitted from tree to tree.
When I saw her there, quietly sneaking in, believing her to be cloaked by the shadows that fell so thickly in the entryway, I saw something different in her: A tragedy, just waiting to unfold. Something clean and innocent, waiting to be undone. A soul whose purity was begging to be transformed into something different. Something darker.
The poor, pretty fool didn't know it, yet. But the beverages that she watched the elegant individuals quaffing was not wine, not punch, not anything that she, herself, would consider consumable, for all its rich, red hue. It suited me to let her think otherwise, though. Let her believe the deception; she'd learn the truth, in due time. She'd learn just what sort of serpent pit she'd lowered herself into.
I approached her, smiling, holding out a hand. Offering her a dance. Evidently feeling some manner of attraction, she accepted, letting me sweep her onto the floor.
Little fool, in her innocence; she seemed like a fledgling angel, dancing in the arms of a demon; not that she was aware of that.
After a suitable period, I led my little lamb away. I was having a difficult time deciding where to trap her. Somewhere close and tight, where she couldn't escape, once the truth became clear. My laboratory might be good; it had been a while since I'd had access to a human who'd make a tempting experimental subject.
But the look of coy longing in her eyes made me decide. The best place to guarantee that she'd never see the morning sun rise again was in the privacy of my room.
Once the door was locked behind us, the silly creature had the nerve to look awkward and demure. She fussed with the folds of her dress, as though nervously trying to arrange a filmy nightgown on one's wedding night.
She looked so sweet that I almost pitied her.
One push, and she fell back, onto the bed. I followed, a hand closing around her throat, sparking panic in her eyes. For a moment, she believed that she'd landed in the grasp of a rough but misunderstood soul, who thought that love could only be ugly. A sensitive soul, underneath a pose of darkness, someone not like the others.
But then she saw my fangs. Realized that she was held in place by a vampire.
Something in her spilled forth all the vampire lore that she'd ever learned in books, in the hope that something of all that she'd read would fend me off.
Impossible, of course; so much of what she thought she knew was a lie. Pure fiction.
That made it so simple to take over the naïve little thing's soul. I leaned in, fangs piercing, and fed.
She'd thought, while still breathing, that she was walking into a fairy tale. Instead, she was just another cog in the wheel of life's endless cycle of the weak feeding the strong.
Too late is such a terrible time to learn a lesson.
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Date: 2025-11-01 10:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-11-01 11:07 pm (UTC)Thanks! :D