Hey there! So I saw this Tumblr post (of course, Tumblr), and it was about Snow White. It had the quote describing Snow White ('Skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony') and basically saying that she sounds like a vampire. SOOO, I've written a story about Snow White being a vampire! I have no idea how long that'll be but I've already written two chapters so yeah. ENJOY! CHAPTER ONE 'Skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony,' The queen spoke loudly, standing by the mirror. 'Mirror on the wall, show me this enemy.' The smooth reflection of the mirror rippled at the queen's voice, showing a young woman in the dark forest. As the queen had described, the woman has pale skin, blood red lips and dark black hair. The queen tensed up at the young woman who walked through the forest, animals following her. 'So it is true, Snow White has come back.' The queen whispered, frozen on the spot. As if the woman in the mirror could hear her, Snow White turned abruptly, staring straight into the mirror. Her beautiful face scrunched up, then with impossible speed, she ran towards the mirror hissing and pouncing onto the reflection. The queen cried out and fell back, the mirror rippled once more. Within the ripples was Snow White, standing up with a cunning smile on her face. Perfect teeth gleamed but alongside them were razor sharp fangs, stained with blood. The image disappeared and the mirror was once more a mirror. 'She... She must be stopped!' The queen cried out, shaking on the floor. 'She must be killed before she kills my people.' ~ The queen strode around the room, her gown swishing from side to side. On a table was a book. It was leather bound and covered with dust, the pages were yellow and old. Frustrated, the queen grabbed the book, dust falling everywhere. She opened it and flicked through it, her brow creased at the words. 'No! There must be a way!' She shouted, dropping the book on the table. 'It only ever says how to stop her, but it's always temporary! There must be a way to kill her. She's been alive for so long, she's terrorised this kingdom too long. Snow White must be killed.' The queen turned to one of the guards standing around the room. 'Guard, find me the best huntsman around. But for now, I want your guards to scout the forest. If they find a woman there, get them to kill her.' The guard nodded and scurried away, the queen turned back to the leather bound book, flicking through the pages once again.
Back againnn, I've decided to post Chapter Two because it is definitely more interesting than Chapter One CHAPTER TWO A fire popped and crackled in the gloom of the night. Sat around the fire were several men, shivering in the cold night. The moon was hidden by the tall trees, only darkness accompanied the men. One of the men cursed and asked, 'Why are we here? It's bloody freezing! That queen is crazy, sending us out 'ere in the middle o' winter!' 'Oh, that's a simple question to answer,' a sweet voice cooed. Instantly the men were up, grabbing their muskets and aiming it at the figure. A melodic laugh followed as a young woman stepped into the firelight. 'It's all right, please. I saw a fire and wondered if I could accompany you, fine men.' The woman said, pulling her hood down. The men lowered their muskets in adoration once they saw the woman's face. She had long black hair, falling down past her shoulders. Bright blue eyes that shone in the firelight and a gorgeous blood red smile. 'May I?' She asked, settling down on a log. The men all nodded, mouths wide. The woman laughed again, her voice ringing through the air. She turned towards the fire and began to speak. 'You asked why you were here and why the queen sent you. I'll tell you why but I want to first tell you a fairytale.' None of the men protested and carried on nodding, smiles wide upon their faces. 'This fairytale is about a beautiful princess who was cursed by an evil queen. The queen tricked the princess into eating a cursed apple. The spell upon the apple made the princess fall into a deep sleep. She wasn't woken for centuries until a prince kissed her, true love's kiss! But the curse of the queen wasn't finished. It turned the young girl into a blood-thirsty monster, she terrorised this very kingdom. Once again she was placed under a sleeping curse, waiting for her next true love to wake her. Do you want to know the name of this wicked princess? Why it is Princess Snow White! Ruler of the night, ready to feast once more.' The woman smiled cunningly as if she was keeping a secret. She flicked her glossy hair over her shoulder and laughed. The men all stared, mouths wide. Their eyes stuck on the beautiful woman, transfixed by her looks. 'The princess possesses magnificent powers, her favourite is the use of compulsion. Forcing anyone and anything to do her bidding. By the looks of it, she has used her compulsion on all of you! Oh wait, not her, but... Well ME!' Snow White jumped up deadly fast, her razor sharp fangs extended as she pounced. Cries and shouts filled the dark forest as she tore through the men. She stood up, wiping at the blood on her dress. 'Hm, to answer your question, the queen sent you here for my dinner.' Snow White said, laughing as she disappeared into the night.
It's been a while, huh? Well, I've been procrastinating to my heart's content but I've now got chapter three. Enjoy! CHAPTER THREE Large oak doors creaked opened loudly as a guard tumbled into the chamber. The queen turned, facing the panting guard. 'Yes?' The queen asked. 'The... the scouts... found...' The guard panted, trying to catch his breath. 'Found?' The queen questioned, 'Found... dead?' The guard nodded solemnly, 'They were found by a burnt out fire, all their necks were--' 'Bitten, yes. It was her.' The queen finished, 'You're dismissed.' 'But ma'am, we have the huntsman you asked for.' The queen looked up, slightly hopeful. 'Bring him in, please.' The guard nodded again then exited the chamber. A moment later the doors opened once again, entering came an athletically fit man with tousled hair. A cocky smile was upon his stubbly face, his brown curly hair fell on his face as he looked up to the queen. His smirk vanished at the sight of the queen, she stood on a higher level, dressed lavishly in thick skirts and a crystalline framed crown. Stuttering, the huntsman managed, 'M... milady.' Then bowed quickly, scuffling across the marble floors. There was a pause as the queen looked up and down the man. 'I have a request, huntsman.' The queen returned. 'Y-yes?' He stuttered once again. 'I need you to kill a girl,' the queen said, no emotion upon her face. 'A... a girl?' The huntsman questioned, sceptical at her request. 'Yes, unless you don't even know what a girl is,' the queen said, turning away from him. 'No... no of course I know. But, why?' He asked once again. 'This girl... is... a murderer.' The queen said, choosing her words carefully. 'Can't you get one of your guards to kill her?' The huntsman scoffed, his smirk appearing again. 'I did, ten men all trained efficiently. But as of last night, they were murdered by this girl,' the queen said, drawing out her words. 'Now... I need someone of special abilities to kill her.' 'How much are you willing to pay?' He asked, brushing off the slight insult. 'As much as you want. But you won't see any of it unless you bring me her heart.' 'Her heart?' The huntsman asked, his face scrunching up. Isn't that a bit..?' His voice trailed away, unable to finish his sentence. 'Too gruesome for a queen to ask for? Or too gruesome for a woman to ask for?' The queen countered, balling her hands into fists. 'I'll bring you her heart. Tell me who she is.' The huntsman said, trying to avoid her rage. 'Her name is Snow White, she lives in the forest and she murders anyone she sees. If you bring me her heart you will be the richest man upon this earth.' The queen said, turning away from the man once again. 'What if I don't kill her?' 'Then you would be dead.' The queen finished, her voice sending shivers down the huntsman's spine, 'You're dismissed.' The queen flicked her hand and the man was escorted out. The huntsman exited the castle, armed to the teeth with his finest weapons. Slung upon his back was a quiver of beautifully crafted arrows, each tip razor sharp. In his hand was a black bow, dents littered around it. Strapped to his legs, arms and waist were hunting knives, each sharpened, ready to kill. The huntsman adjusted the quiver and looked to the sun. His face was grim as he said, 'If it's a heart you want, then it's a heart you'll get.'
View attachment upload_2016-9-17_13-27-57.jpeg I found the tumblr post I was talking about. This is my story idea. Idk why I put this I just have xP
