The Fairy's Tale by F. D. Lee

Author:F. D. Lee
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: dark comedy, fairy tales retellings, satire, fantasy, fairy tale characters, adult fairy tale, parody
Published: 2015-02-21T00:00:00+00:00

…the blood of the universe screaming through her veins, tearing her into a million pieces, the song of the worlds thrumming in her ears like the roar of a dying sun, but she was covered, protected…

…and they were in the hallway of what had once been a beautiful, grand mansion. A wide staircase swept in a graceful arc along the walls, its bannisters decorated by crumbling stone pillars that spoke of elegance, good taste and money. The floor was laid with a threadbare carpet, the colour of which had faded to the inky brown of the characters’ blood when it dried. Large, empty windows invited the cool wind in, the torn and ragged curtains drifting in the breeze like seaweed. The mansion wore its history in tattered rags, whispering in your ear that once, before it had been degraded and brought low, it had been beautiful.

And in the centre of all this ruin stood Seven, his arms wrapped tightly around Bea, his chest rising and falling in short, pained movements.

Bea’s ears were ringing and her stomach felt like it was filled with sour cream, but she had been expecting it this time. She concentrated on breathing, letting the warm, musty air fill her lungs and calm her heartbeat.

It was difficult, and not just because she felt horribly queasy. There was also no escaping the fact that very certain parts of her body were pressed against equally definite parts of his. At least this time she managed not to kiss his pale blue skin like some lovesick heroine. She placed her hands on his chest and tried to push him away from her, though in fact only managing to lever herself backwards, into a position any Ballroom dancer would be proud of.

“Why are you still holding me?” she asked, not unreasonably. “Where are we?” she added, taking in her surroundings in all their sinister glory. “How did we get here?” she finished, looking back at him.

Seven stared down at her, his ethereal eyes glazed and dull. “I moved us,” he said and then, after a pause that was a fraction of a heartbeat too long, he released her.

“How do you do that?” she asked again, looking around for something reflective, missing the way the Anti’s step faltered as he walked towards the wide staircase. He collapsed onto the lower step, landing heavily.

“Magic,” he answered.

Bea looked at him like he’d just claimed to have discovered the secret of turning iron into gold. “Magic couldn’t move us like that. It’s too weak for anything more than a puff of smoke or a parlour trick. That’s why we have the Mirrors.”

“You believe magic to be weak?”

“Everyone knows it. And anyway, it’s not allowed.”

“I am, as you informed me, an evil Anti-Narrativist, hells bent on the destruction of everything good and right with this world. What is it to me if I use a banned resource?”

“Fine. Don’t tell me then.”

Bea turned to leave. She realised how stupid she’d been, thinking she might be able to reach him.

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