tales by a common girl

The soul sucker

When Prince charming entered the room, he was mesmerized by the beauty who was sleeping on the majestic bed.

Her long blonde hair looked like a golden river that was flowing amid the bed. Her lips looked as soft as petals of a fully bloomed red rose. Her skin was milky white and her neck looked like the work of a skilled sculptor. His eyes widened at the grace of her petite figure.

He kissed her.

He suddenly felt like he was being further pulled into the kiss. The world around seemed to become a group of mixed colours as his vision started to blur. He could not detach his lips from hers and his legs started to tremble. He felt like something was being sucked out of him.A sudden pain shot throughout his body before he blacked out.

"Ah, refreshing, that indeed was a tasty soul." Aurora said merrily as she stretched her body.

The king, the queen and all the other people, who were asleep opened their eyes slowly. Their rejuvenation was the result of a prince's death, they were a little sad about the fact but then again that is how the whole world actually works. Everyone of us die to conflate with the land, on which the other living things depend for nutrition.

The king took his crown, which was lying under his daughter's bed, and wore it. He sighed deeply as he approached the princess.

The princess tapped the space beside her as she smiled at her father.

"My poor daughter was fated to suck the souls of the princes, who come in the castle, for the survival of the kingdom." Sorrow embraced each of his facial features as he cupped her face in his large hands.

She took her father's hand in hers and smiled. "It's okay, father"

"If it was not for that wicked witch we could have lived normally but..." bringing Aurora's head closer to the broken heart of a mother , her mother stood beside her. She stroked through Aurora's golden hair as few drops of tear made it's way to her face.

"How many years did we get this time?" Her father asked as he looked at the dead body which was lying on the floor. The body looked pale and his lips were blue. The prince's irises had become silver on the lose of his soul.

"60," She licked her dry lips.

"Mom, Dad," She faked a smile. "Will you give me some lone time?"

They nodded in unison and went away from her.

As soon as they left, she closed the door and hurriedly opened her drawer. She took a pink covered book from it and started writing.

Dear diary,

It's been a while since I talked to you isn't it?. The last prince could only give us five years and I have been asleep for....... about 10 years now isn't it?
But the prince charming I got this time gave us 60 years, just great!

My life would not have been this way if the 7th fairy had phrased the sentence a little more accurately.

"Let this child not surrender to the other world due to the touch, May she fall into a deep slumber and be awakened by the kiss of a charming prince" She had said that day and my Dad told me about the sinister smile he noticed on the wicked witch's face after the last fairy's blessing.

If she said just one sentence referring to the complete destruction of the curse on the kiss, this might not have happened.

I killed the 27th prince today.

Somehow I am also thankful to the wicked witch and the fairy. They made my kingdom immortal, no aging and no death. However, the pain that I have to go through after the expiration of each soul's days are just gruesome, I feel like a thousand burning needles are piercing through me, when that one needle pierces through my ring finger.

The sudden appearance of the needle out of thin air on the exact date of the expiration is still a mystery to me.

However, I am thankful to the lord that it's the soul of those princes who kiss me that I suck because practically, they are just rapists.

Rapists who suddenly kiss a girl lying on a bed since she is beautiful. Rapists who does not ask for the girl's permission. Rapists who believe love and lust to be just the same.

I am asking you for the 27th time ;I am not evil, am I?"

She closed the book and kept it on her bed.

"What shall I do with you?" She raised an eyebrow as she spoke to a lifeless body.

"The same that I had done with the others!" She clapped her hands and smiled.

His body was heavy but she managed to drag it to the kitchen. She opened the door impatiently and looked at the man with a toque blanche.

"Patrick, let's celebrate today"

"With pleasure, Princess Aurora" He was sharpening the cleaver night.

He always loved how each of their 'alive days' started. He loved both preparing and eating the dish.

She smiled sinisterly at his response.

He is a rapist, after all.