Not Another Fairy Tale

Introduction

       Everyone knows the story of Snow White and the seven dwarfs. The evil stepmother trying to murder Snow White out of envy, in which she almost succeeds, but was "kissed" back to life. Well what most people don't know is that it wasn't my stepmother, but my biological mother, and that lovely Snow White was me, or should I say is me? Doesn't matter, I am her and she is me. My own mother had wished for me to be beautiful, but in the end, hated me for it. Her curse was the iron shoes she was forced to dance in until she dropped dead. Pretty gruesome considering, but at that point I hadn't cared how she was related to me.

       The why was not so much for what she did to me, but because of who I became. For my dear prince hadn't kissed me out of the curse, nor was he just any prince. He was the prince of vampires, and my kiss was him turning me. The dwarfs just thought he was a weird guy trying to make-out with my lifeless body, but thankfully that wasn't the case. In the end, we got married and had three beautiful children. That was many years ago, however. By many, I mean three centuries ago. In that time, my dear husband was murdered by his brother, Sebastien. The situation almost identical to mine only different in the facts of succession. He hadn't stopped there. He had also murdered all my children, and forced me to be his betrothed. I accepted, only so I could rule the vampires along side him as well as plot my revenge.

       I had gotten neither. He had made me his slave, which caused for no other vampire to respect me, and my revenge was futile. You see, there was a reason he succeeded against my beautiful prince, he was powerful, and beyond both of our years. Sebastien, however, was sick in the head. Unfit to rule. It was more of a dictatorship than a monarchy. He also believed to be in love with me and vice versa. That is why when he found out about my plan to kill him, he simply let me go rather than killing me in hopes of me coming back to him. That was a joke. It has now been almost three-hundred years since I have gone back to Germany, that wretched place of horror and despair. I traveled many places, and, along the way, met many empowering females with stories just like mine. Those are stories I will get back to later.

       Right now, I'm just trying to make it in 2019 America.

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Author's note:

I have so many stories in my inventory that I have started but never finished. The reason for that was because I didn't post them when I had the original idea. I am super stoked to start this journey, and to whoever is reading this, I hope you are too.

I'm posting the introduction to see how this plays out, but no matter what kind of response I get from this, I will continue posting new chapters. Another thing I wanted to say was, if I make a mistake with punctuation or spelling, please don't post it into my comment section, send me a message privately instead. I don't want to be excited about a comment only for it to be a correction or criticism.

Lastly, this is my story and I will take it wherever I want it to go. I am open to suggestions, but don't go off on me for it not going the way you wanted it to. Thank you!

Posted: 22 November 2019