The Vampire's Courtship III

Knock knock.1

A Nosferatu! His skin abnormally pale, and his mysterious purple eyes were glimmering cosmos to Beauty. Clothed in black, he strolled comfortably into the barn and kissed the rattlesnake. A transformation! The rattlesnake was a plump fairy in white.2

My dear Beauty, that was my son. We were cursed by the Countess. My curse would be removed if the Countess was killed, but my son did not inherit any magical powers so he would have to stay a vampire forever. I know you want to go to the Ball, and I will fulfill your wish.3

With the gentle brush of her wind, nocturnal bats became her ride, and white fabrics and roses sewn themselves into a beautiful satin dress.4

Under his damned curse, he witnessed her absolute sweetness and absolute gravity, as if her eyes could pierce appearances and see one's soul.5

Can you can be my bride, and Iet me cherish immortality with you,¡¯ whispered the earth-bound son of the fairy. 6

She penetrated through his spirit. She saw him without the glamour of darkness and his nocturnal nature. So monstrous yet so pretty.7

My sweetheart, you must return after the clock strikes twelve. Or we can never see each other again. He planted a delicate kiss upon her fragile cheeks.8

Beauty quickly wore the garments -  a dress with white roses spread all over it. Riding a nocturnal bat, flying across the midwinter grounds  the summer castle was a sensation. However, even though the people of summer were known to be kind-hearted, their prince, was an emotionless cripple that knew nothing but hurting others.9

Under the shining sunlight, Beauty sparkled like a star. Unfortunately, she caught the Prince's eyes. 10

Dance with me, he forced her, half groping her fleshy skin, half sweet-talking her, while others wondered the arrival of an unknown belle with mesmerizing charm. Beauty's secret was revealed. Her fate would be doomed, as her half-sister and half-mother glared at her, thinking of evil plans to destroy this white rose into a thousand broken petals.11

'Would you be my bride?' The Prince muttered, stroking Beauty's hair: a last attempt to charm this pretty girl¡¯s beating heart before he stops it.12

Never. 13

She rose to her feet, ran and jumped on the bat. Run, before the clock strikes! Run, before the sickening Prince's chase! By the time she returned to the chilling castle with clinging chandeliers, her fate was sealed: death.14

Rubbing an iron sword with poison, the Countess stared cruelly, with her daughter laughing silently: Beauty's death finally. No more puppets. No more servants. No more torturing of the concubine¡¯s daughters. But it did not matter - for they were natural killers. As they drew the royal sword towards her, a transformation occurred. Beauty pulled out a black rose, and flew away. It was the Countess and her daughter that will pay the price. 15

Eventually the villagers saw the wart on Beauty's half-mother, and recognized it was a witch's nipple; they pelted her with stones until she fell down dead. Her tanned half-sister married the Southern Prince, and became the sacrifice of deathly practices as of his daily groping. The Count was murdered by Beauty - she paid her mother's price.16

Now she was the vampire's bride. They prospered by ending lives of the guilty. 17