I Don't Believe In Fairytales;But I Believe In You And Me(1/?)
Title: I Don't Belive In Fairytales; But I Believe In You And Me(1/?)
Author: xsereniitywolf
Rating: R
Spoilers: None. AU.
Warnings: Dark and depressing themes, Blood-shed, Possible self-infliction, Cannibalism, Blood Play, Knife Play
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE. THE TITLE OF THE STORY COMES FROM NATALIA KILLS 'WONDERLAND'. THIS IS A SPIN OF OF ALOT OF FAIRYTALES. I DO NOT OWN THEM. THIS IS SET IN THIS YEAR. SHORT CHAPTERS.
Summary: I have seen you, the one with knowing eyes. Take me to your forest clearing, and do what you will.
XX
I am here, come find me.
I am becoming to you, walking along the village square, my red cloak making me look nothing but delicious.
Do I know you?
Maybe I have seen you in another life, breathed your air in another space.
Somewhere, someplace.
You see, I know you are here, you cannot fool me!
Ha!
You think walls can hide you?
I think not.
You see, I do not even know you, but you know me.
Oh, you know me very well.
They think I am mad, for when I say you are near.
But I feel you, everywhere.
In everything.
"Chris!"
I turn, frowning to see that it is only Imogen, my fare sister.
"Mother wants you home, father....he is in a state again," She whispers, so only I can hear.
I sigh, looking to see if anyone has heard, and follow her,
The day is bright, but gloomy and damp, as if the all knowing sees that it will be sullen.
I follow along the villagers and sounds, my heart beating slow and steady.
Where are you? Will you come now?
I almost stumble at the entrance to our home, and hurry in, beside Imogen.
I shut the door, my cloak rushing around me.
I do not look, do not breathe.
I feel that everything is still, and yet so full of motion.
I swallow.
"Red, huh? The village fag!" He hiccups out, and I close my eyes, turning.
I look to the man I call Father, and disgust slithers through me.
"Red is all the rage this season, Father," I say slyly, smirking.
He growls low in his throat, drinking more of his Ale.
Times seem set back, since when does the present collide with the past?
I am not sure.
Author: xsereniitywolf
Rating: R
Spoilers: None. AU.
Warnings: Dark and depressing themes, Blood-shed, Possible self-infliction, Cannibalism, Blood Play, Knife Play
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE. THE TITLE OF THE STORY COMES FROM NATALIA KILLS 'WONDERLAND'. THIS IS A SPIN OF OF ALOT OF FAIRYTALES. I DO NOT OWN THEM. THIS IS SET IN THIS YEAR. SHORT CHAPTERS.
Summary: I have seen you, the one with knowing eyes. Take me to your forest clearing, and do what you will.
XX
I am here, come find me.
I am becoming to you, walking along the village square, my red cloak making me look nothing but delicious.
Do I know you?
Maybe I have seen you in another life, breathed your air in another space.
Somewhere, someplace.
You see, I know you are here, you cannot fool me!
Ha!
You think walls can hide you?
I think not.
You see, I do not even know you, but you know me.
Oh, you know me very well.
They think I am mad, for when I say you are near.
But I feel you, everywhere.
In everything.
"Chris!"
I turn, frowning to see that it is only Imogen, my fare sister.
"Mother wants you home, father....he is in a state again," She whispers, so only I can hear.
I sigh, looking to see if anyone has heard, and follow her,
The day is bright, but gloomy and damp, as if the all knowing sees that it will be sullen.
I follow along the villagers and sounds, my heart beating slow and steady.
Where are you? Will you come now?
I almost stumble at the entrance to our home, and hurry in, beside Imogen.
I shut the door, my cloak rushing around me.
I do not look, do not breathe.
I feel that everything is still, and yet so full of motion.
I swallow.
"Red, huh? The village fag!" He hiccups out, and I close my eyes, turning.
I look to the man I call Father, and disgust slithers through me.
"Red is all the rage this season, Father," I say slyly, smirking.
He growls low in his throat, drinking more of his Ale.
Times seem set back, since when does the present collide with the past?
I am not sure.