My Fairy Godmother

One.

Chapter 1.

Elle.

"Elle!!!"

My ears rang with the way Lady Tremaine yelled my name. What she wanted was probably close to her reach but a chance to rain torture on me would never pass my stepmother by would it? "Where's that insolent child?" Her voice was closer this time, I increased my pace.

"Yes, Lady Tremaine." I mumbled when I was within her reach, but that didn't stop her from dropping her hands heavily on my already bruised cheeks, well that was another bruise to deal with. Tears stung my eyes at the underserved onslaught.

"You made me call you about 100 times. Do you want to ruin my vocals?" She yelled in my face, from the corner of my eyes I could see Anastasia and Drizella laughing at me, the snicker in their gazes unmistakable. "Answer me, you insolent child?"

Another slap landed hard on my face causing me to stagger a bit, thankfully I didn't lose my balance. Wasn't she asking me a rhetorical question? I answered nonetheless, I didn't need another slap to remind me of my place here.

"I'm sorry Lady Tremaine." My voice came soft, a pitch higher and I would be thoroughly beaten for yelling at her, I was used to this by now.
This time Drizella's voice interrupted my silent reverie, "Oh, mother I don't think you should stress your beautiful self over the likes of petty creatures like her." Her tone was mocking and condescending but it didn't phase me at all.

Even my dad calls me a rotten creature, apparently as one of the six daughters of one of the most powerful succubi to ever live, I was to them, more creature than human. I doubted the succubus was even my mother as any mother would come for her child after witnessing what I was going through. But if my father believed I was born of an earth wanderer then I probably was.

Anyone would hate my father for siding with these little witches to torment his only daughter, but deep down I understood his predicament, his whole life was a lie and a terrible one too. But was I really to blame for my father and mother's decision at mating? I was but a child who just happened to come out of the wrong womb, but sadly enough, nobody cared.

"You're right Dri, she's nothing but a filthy witch." Anastasia's words cut through me. I am not a witch, maybe part succubus, part human but succubus were anything but dangerous.

In fact, the only power they had was their sex appeal and ability to seduce men and women through dreams. As an 18-year-old virgin, I doubted anything was appealing about the rags I wore daily and the miserable form I took off.

I could at least thank my demon of a mother for my beautiful genes, my startlingly bright blue eyes, and golden blonde hair which looked more like dirty blonde due to being dirty all the time, I was a niggling 5ft4 with a nice figure to show for it too, but with my life tied down to this house and eternal slavery, there was no chance of me ever finding love.

But that didn't stop me from believing though, if my father could find love even for a moment in the arms of my mother, then I believed I would find my prince charming one day.

"Oh, look she's daydreaming again." Anastasia's voice said disgustingly.

Drizella didn't waste any time in adding, " She's probably woolgathering on princes who wouldn't look at her disgusting frame." She spat, pushing past me as I fell to the ground. My feet could just hold on for so much, I wanted to cry but spending days and nights crying have proven to be of no help so what was the use?

Their laughs rang out loud and painful as they jogged up the stairs leaving me on the ground, a stunned mess. "I didn't call you to wallow in self-pity Elle, my friends are coming over for breakfast tomorrow, make sure you look at least presentable." She said, giving me a cruel look, her eyes thinning awfully.