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Through out the universe there are many different dimensions where magic isn’t just an everyday occurrence but a reality. Many of these worlds are much like our own. A variety of them however are filled with enchanting creatures swept up in the mysteries of the supernatural. Within one of these kingdoms in a realm lost to the worlds of magic’s, is an old village. In this community their lives a kind yet naive young girl named Anne. Trapped in her own self-pity Anne will unlock the secrets of the plants past, unleashing a malicious entity greater then any ever seen. Setting in to motion a series of chaotic events, which threaten to destroy her as well as the delicate balance of the universe.
Anne is a quiet girl, who especially enjoys hot bubble baths and a good novel but lately she’s been itching for something more. She has patiently sat by and watched as one by one her three beautiful sisters have seduced the local men making them fall madly in love with them. Secretly Anne wants this too. Although pretty, Anne is considered to be quite plain. She is the kind of girl that all the boys want to be friends with but never want to date. In fact all her male friends are in love with one if not all of her shallow sisters.
Anne and her sisters live in a small cabin deep in the woods. Although Anne’s world is filled with happiness she is no stranger to tragedy. When Anne was the tender age of three Anne’s Mother, Father and two week old brother were killed in a freak accident involving a renegade pumpkin. And just last week, a vicious wolf murdered her beloved grandmother. Shortly after her grandmothers death Anne’s three sisters moved out of the cabin and into their grandmother’s house, which they inherited. Claiming their desire to spend the remainder of their lives with each other. Since Anne did not understand the burden of being beautiful. Alone and miserable Anne decides to finally clean out her home. She has just finished going through the last crate of her late grandmothers possessions when she comes across a large package with her name on it. Curious Anne carries the large parcel to her favourite chair in the cabin’s quaint but lovely living area. Sitting in the direct sunlight filtering in though the open window. She blinks away her tears and carefully rips open the envelope. She finds an ancient book bound in leather and a small white envelope with her name on it. Even more curious then before Anne opens the envelope exposing a single piece of white paper adorned by her grandmothers handwriting. She brings the paper closer to her face, struggling to read the tiny print. Sighing in frustration, Anne reaches over to the telephone table to her right and retrieves her glasses. She puts them on and begins to read. The words swirl before her. She can hear her grandmother’s soft voice, as if she were reciting the letter: My dearest grand daughter if you are reading this letter then I have finally passed on and joined your parents and brother in the great beyond. You are probably a little sore at me for leaving my home to your sisters. I have thought long and hard about this and decided that your sisters could not be trusted with this book. It is my most valued possession and so I be stole it to you. I can rest in peace knowing that you will not sell this treasure. However, you should be warned. This is no ordinary book it is a powerful tool of magic, which contains many recipes and spells for both good and evil. My great aunt used it once, for she wanted nothing more in this world then a child. And that so called child drove her into madness. So please do not use this gift lightly.
Love always your grandmother.
Ps. do not blame the wolf. He really was a sweet gentle soul. It was my own greed and desire for his lovely red coat that was my undoing.
Excitement overcomes her, “it really exists,” she mumbles to herself. Through out her child hood Anne and her siblings had heard stories about their great, great aunt’s book of magic. However these stories were just thought to be side effects of their elder’s madness. A sickness, which was rumoured to be started with a spell in the leather bound book, a recipe for ginger bread men.
Quickly Anne flips through the book. She stares at its contents in both amusement and amazement. There is nothing but fairy tales. What a sham! She thinks. But with a closer inspection she notices the magic symbols. Excitement overwhelms her. Carefully she leafs through the pages until she comes to the page featuring the gingerbread man recipe. A sly smile floats to Anne’s lips. This is the answer to all her prayers. She knows that there is some risk but is content in her abilities. After all she is more educated then her aunt had been. This time the spell will not fail and Anne will never be alone again. After scanning the required ingredients. Anne cradling the book in her arms runs into the kitchen. Quickly she whips the required ingredients into gingerbread dough. Then lovingly crafts the dough into the shape of a handsome man. She looks down at her creation. “ I shall call you Mark.”
She picks up the book and starts to read from it, changing the words to suit her purpose. “I call upon the darkness and the light. I call upon you to do my biddings and make me a partner for life,”
Anne then bends over and kisses the gingerbread man on the lips, blowing her breath into his doughy body. She then returns her attention to the book.
“With this breath, I shall give you life and for all entirety you shall give me love.”
Anne then leaves the room and paces the living room. Almost instantly she hears the most beautiful voice singing, calling out for her. Anne rushes into the kitchen to discover her little gingerbread man has become a real man. Standing before her is the most beautiful man. He is tall with darkly tanned skin. His adorable blond curls sway as he starts towards her. Mark look at her with the most intense green eyes and licks his full lips, lips that Anne can’t wait to taste. Most of all, Anne is pleased to see that Mark is fully equipped. Before Anne knows it he pulls her into powerful arms. His embrace is strong. And without a word he picks Anne up and carries her through the house until they are on her bed, where he makes love to her over and over again.
The next morning came much to early for Anne. Mark decides that he should go out to town and get a job so he could support Anne. After many discussions Anne decides to let him leave content in their comment to each other. The day goes by surprisingly fast and by evening Anne starts to worry, for Mark hasn’t returned. She rushes outside convinced something horrible must have happened to her love. After many hours of searching Anne returns home defeated. But as she approaches her house she notices a light burning deep inside. Her fears wash away and she runs inside. At first she doesn’t senesce anything a miss but as she goes deeper and deeper into the house certain noises reach her ears. Heart pounding, praying she is wrong Anne rushes into her room where horror assaults her vision. In her bed, Mark is having very naughty relations with a very beautiful woman. Yet there is something vaguely familiar about the woman. Then it hits Anne and she crumbles to the ground. Great sobs escape her as the true meaning of his betrayal sinks in. For the woman is her own sister, Isabelle. Mark and Isabelle look at her in alarm. Her sister gives her feeble excuses. Mark says nothing, just stares at her in shame. Anger overwhelms her. Anne can’t believe Isabelle’s nerve. Doesn’t she have enough men? Ignoring them. She climbs to her feet. Taking shaky steps she some how makes it to her dresser. Mark has snapped out of his fog he walks over to her and tries to pull her into his arms. Anne shakes him of she will deal with him later. She can fell her fury grow. Isabelle will pay. Turning her attention back to the dresser she pulls open the top drawer and feels around inside. Pushing away her under garments she finds what she is looking for a small silver gun. Her grandmother had insisted she buy it after a wolf slaughtered their neighbours. A delightful Family of Talking Pigs. She pulls the gun out silently thanking her grandmother. Without a thought, fuelled by a decades worth of jealousy and her undying fury she aims the gun at her sister and pulls the trigger. Mark screams and looks at her in shock. Isabelle’s body falls to the ground. Feeling unusually calm Anne drops the gun and turns to her stun lover.
Mark is pleading with her now.
She smiles at him. “Don’t worry,” she replies hoarsely. “I am not going to kill you.”
“But Isabelle,” he manages weakly.
“She was a Succubus, I should saved us from her evil along time ago.” She smiles at him. “Now we can be together.”
Mark looks at her like she is insane, “You just killed your sister.”
She sighs in frustration, “I told you she was evil, a Succubus sent here to temp you.” Anne licks her lips and takes a step towards Mark. “Its must have been a side effect of the spell I did.”
“I guess.” He mutters as he tries desperately not to look at Isabelle’s body but is doing a poor job of it.
“Mark if I am going to forgive you, I need to know why you did it.”
“Um!”
“Well I know that she seduced you, but what I can’t figure out is why you let it happen. Come on your from magic, so you must have some magical abilities. I bet if you would have tried you could have resisted her.” Anne folds her arms across her chest. Her cold eyes travel between Mark and Isabelle’s body.
“I,” he begins.
“The truth,” Anne hisses.
Mark takes a deep breath. “Well look at her,” He replies.
“So.”
“And look at you.”
Anne’s anger explodes. “Are you saying you cheated on me with my whore of a sister because she was beautiful and I am not?”
“Come on calm down,” Mark pleads. “You made me right, couldn’t you make another gingerbread man. Maybe one more of your statue.”
“Excuse me,” Anne screams. She starts to pound his muscular chest with her fists. “How dare you.”
“I am not asking much Anne,” he says nervously. “Just let me go. I never meant to hurt you. I even loved you for a moment but we are from two different species. I belong with someone beautiful.”
Anne is horrified. She finally understands her grandmother’s warnings and her great aunts demise. However she will not succumb to madness. She will teach him. After all he is right she could always make another gingerbread man. But Mark will have to pay for his treachery. A plan forms in her brilliant mind. As the details of his demise take shape in her mind a cruel smile finds her ruby lips. She bites the inside of her lip until tears form in her eyes. They slide across her visage. Mark looks at her in concern he is buying her deception. No doubt planning to visit her other sisters once she grants him his freedom. To bad Anne has other plans.
With a quivering voice, Anne sets her plan in motion. “ On one condition.”
“Anything,” Mark shouts happily.
“One kiss. Leave me with one kiss, just one kiss to remember you by and I shall set you free.”
Mark walks over to her not bothering to suppress his excitement.
He wraps his arms around Anne and pulls her against his body. He then lowers his lips to her and kisses her. Just as Mark is breaking the kiss, Anne pulls him closer she lets her hands slip to his bottom. He returns the favour and starts to kiss her deeper, harder. At the exact moment Mark’s breath starts to diminish and he begins to pull away again Anne sucks away his breath. Pulling the life giving breath out of his body and into hers. Feeling powerful and strangely invigorated Anne allows Marks lifeless body to fall to the floor. Instantly his gorgeous form is replaced with that of a gingerbread cookie. Anne starts to laugh, she bends down and picks up the cookie and then she did the most horrible thing. She bit his head off.
The End.
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