Classical Tale Horror Stories

I Need You.Part 2.(A Cinderella Story)

It has been fifty days since the ball and fifty days since the Prince initiated the search of the maiden he had met at the Ball.
The Royal Guard had searched the whole kingdom but to no avail,the maiden was nowhere to be found.
He shatters.
He paces his room everyday,ignoring the outside world and focusing on catching the maiden.
The beautiful maiden that had stolen his heart.
He is slowly losing his grip on reality.
He dreams that the maiden was with him and that they were united.
He often hears things that aren't real.
A giggle.
The sound of a dress falling to the floor.
The click-clack of the glass slippers on the marble steps.
The Prince holds the glass slipper in his hand and stares at it.
He hears a laugh.
Soft and clear as a summer day.
Walking out the door,he follows the sound.
He does not notice that his steward is calling for him.
Or his brother briefly gripping his shoulder.
All he knows is that the maiden is near and he needs her.
Every step begins him closer.
Closer to her.
He sees her bare feet padding down the palace steps.
Her dress,worn and in tatters but still beautiful.
He follows.
Closer and closer.
She laughs and beckons him with a perfectly squared off finger.
He follows.

No fear.
He follows.
She smiles back at him and breaks out in a run.
He sprints after her.
He's not going to let his maiden get away again.
So he follows.
She is a fleeting figure among the peeling trees.
Playing.
He grins,enjoying the chase.
Too soon,he thinks,she stops in front of a small spring and stands waiting.
"My Lady..." He bows formally.
"Come..." She whispers,blue eyes bright.
He has no choice but to obey.
"You ran from me..Why?" He asks.
She says nothing but grips his collar and kisses him.
All he's wanted was this kiss.
Pure.
Sweet.
....
Just a taste of what he has wanted.
The maiden steps away from him and smiles.
Her eyes are the most wonderful thing he has seen in his life.
Her smile.
The way her hair catches the light and turns golden.
He loves it,no...
He loves her.
She teases,letting her dress fall to the ground before wading into the clear water.
He follows.
No fear.
Just exhilaration.
His heart,pounding in his chest.
"Come."
He obeys.
His cotton shirt is sticking to his chest but he doesn't notice it.
He reaches out for her and she obliges, settling herself in his arms.
One,two,three kisses.
A bite that makes him grin.
Four,five,six.
He groans when she digs her fingernails into his back.
Seven,eight,nine.
He feels the cold touch of a dagger stab into his shoulder.
The maiden grins wickedly.
All he has ever wanted.

He wakes up in a dreary, rundown cottage,shackled to a bed.
The maiden is brushing her long,white blond hair,humming.
He makes a surprised noise in the back of his throat.
She adopts a neutral expression and leans close to the Prince.
Her fingernails are now talons,that she drags across his cheek.
His shoulder burns dully,blood stains his shirt.

"My Prince,"The maiden coos,letting her hands roam.
His stomach drops when she brushes her hair away from her face.
Where there were once beautiful sky blue eyes,there are tunnels of black.
Absolutely no emotion is held within them.
"Mine,"She brings her lips to his in a forceful kiss which he struggles until she bites down on his tongue.
Blood fills his mouth and he spits on the maiden.
All he's ever wanted.