Snow

four.

"I wonder how her blood would taste upon my tongue." he murmured, gazing at his reflection in the mirror. carefully he picked up the red apple beside him, and polished it like he would with his golden crown. you must be wondering, why an apple of all things, why not polish the floors or his muddy, dirty shoes? well, he thought of the apple as a heart.

it was red and circular and hearts deserve to be shown love. and an apple of all things, it was so easy to break or smash or to be chopped up into little pieces. so he decided that the apple would represent her heart.

in his own twisted way for the first week, he would care for this apple, until it started to blacken and darken and rot. then he would step on it. like a bug or a spider on the floor. and then he chose another apple.

it was a spiral. an endless spiral that would go on and on and on, until the day the apple would be replaced with her beating heart. getting up from the chair and placing the blood, red apple on the windowsill carefully, he decided it was time to check up on his beloved.

so down the road he walked, he took two rights and five lefts. he had followed her to her house with those antlers strapped on her back, memorizing each step, each turn, each stop sign he passed. and then he ceased walking.

she lived in an broken down townhouse, which was the colour of old coffee. her house was in the middle of nowhere, upon first glance you would assumed it to be abandoned. but he knew better than that. out of the corner of his cerulean eye, he spotted a broken window in the corner. a daring smirk crawled on his cheeks.

"perfect. absolutely perfect." he drawled. it was the like the universe was telling him that this was his purpose, the universe was helping him in his life's conquest. and it only fuelled his fire to make the innocent girl in the white dress his queen.

he worked his way through the glass window, trying not to be cut with the broken glass littered around him. instantly, he smelt booze and smoke entering the house. a scent so putrid he almost considered jumping back out the window and throwing up whatever he ate for lunch that day.

the keyword is almost.

taking the sleeve of his navy blue sweater, he covered his nose and began to search for his Queen, despite how difficult it was. but when he walked to the main entrance, he saw long, raven hair sprawled against the wooden floor, porcelain skin stained with red, and a large, fat man over top of her, licking the blood off of her skin.

authors note: sorry for the long wait and sorry for such a bad chapter, but things are starting to heat up I sweeaaarrr!