Awakening my Love.
Author's Note:
The gothic version
of Sleeping Beauty with an Owl in attendance.
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"It's about time, Owl.
Do you know how much I need to consume for my beauty sleep?" It's past midnight
now and that is the usual time of arrival for the Owl nightly as he brings her
daily meal. But tonight he was late as the mice were away for the winter
vacation so he had to hunt for the bugs and leeches that come up late.
The Princess of
the once fable castle now rise from the bedding she has lain for the last
twenty-five years and forty-nine days; but who is looking at the calendar when
you are supposed to sleep. But not this Princess as she needs to count the days
when some Prince will come and cure her of the curse by kissing her lips and
declaring his love for her. But after twenty-five years and forty-nine days, she
is losing no sleep on the possibility of that happening now.
The Princess
looked at herself in the mirror by her bed and she was upset that despite her
beauty not one of the Prince who came has managed to wake her up. She can see
her mascara has smudged onto her cheeks; that was the work of the previous
Prince trying to re-do her makeup when he came last. But he is Mortician King's
heir, so he did her with the latest design. She smiled at her new mascara
design and think its a nice touch to her new looks.
She looked further
down her chin to her neck and noticed no smudges there. There was one Prince
who came to kissed her decided that he would settle for her neck instead
causing her uneasy moments as he salivates over her neck to the ears. He may
think it's erogenous but she finds it revolting. So she gave him a sniff of her
putrid unwashed breath which he ran away shrieking for mouth wash. The Princess
sigh as she now passes her prime beauty age and yet no charming Prince has come
to claim her as his love.
She moved from the
dresser and sat down at the dining table. She looked at her palate of bugs and
leeches. She pushed it away as she had that for the last three nights. The Owl
on seeing her pushed his offerings was offended by her.
"Look at me, Princess.
If it's not for your darned Godmother, I would not be your Guardian here;
bringing you your food and attending to your daily needs. So be grateful, or I
shall be forced to terminate my contract with your Godmother." The Owl on
being upset will perched himself before her plate and consumed the leeches and
bugs. After all, waste, not good food but it does add to the Owl's waist as his
vest bulged with the buttons straining at the seams.
"Curl in your
beak, Owl. I heard that more times than my own mother's grumbling of me being
an old maid....." But the Princess was interrupted by the sound of someone
coming up the stairs. "Owl, did you lock the front door?"
"Princess, I
do not use the front door as you know I can fly and the window is always open here
or this room will reek of stench and overflowing with dust mites." The Owl
flew to the window ledge and looked beyond. "I see no carriages or trams
as they called it now. You must be mistaken, my dear. Which Prince in his sane
mind will come at this hour?"
But the creaking of
the stairs was too apparent to be ignored by the two-person in the tower room.
The Princess hurried from her dining seat to her bedding, and she laid herself
prone to await another suitor.
"Princess,
you left your vanity pouch here," said the Owl. The Princess peeked at the
Owl and motioned to him to bring it over. It contains the certification of her
purity in chastity although she is not of the age to worry about it. The Owl
comply with her request and just as the door opened to admit in a man.
A man who is
dressed in a black cloak over his dark suit and white shirt. The lapel of his
cloak overreached the back of his head like an upturned hood, and his hair
slicked with whatever he had put there to glean like the silverware in most
shop fronts. But if one would look into his eyes, you would see the orbs inside
is blue and yet its shimmer like those in the movies, and the long nose of his
could be only the work of a master in the plastic mold industry. But the uncanny
fangs that protrude from the edge of his lips makes him too delicious to
resist.
"I see before
me a damsel of my choice; pure and reeking of past years of uncleaned specks of
dirt like me as I have lain in the coffin. Who needs a bath when you are in an
enclosed coffin most times." The cloaked man walks towards the sleeping
Princess.
"Mon Dieu!
She is ravishing and yet she is a Princess. I must be courteous as she is no
barmaid I have laid my fangs on before. Pardon me, Princess. My name is Count Dracula.
I am not a Prince as per your required edict issued by your Godmother; God
bless her soul as she lay next to my burial spot. But I am still a Count; an
almost equivalent of any Prince in status. It does have about the same alphabet
counts and 'C' ranks before 'P'. So I read the edict as the worms gave it to me
this morning; I know they are slow in delivery but it's better to be late than
never to arrive. So I am here now and I would like to claim you for my bride.
Would you take as your equal in the namesake as a groom? Gee, I am so sorry. You
are asleep and I need to wake you up before you can hear my declaration for
your place with me. Fluster no more, my dear for I know the very thing I need
to do to claim you, love. Thank God, this is PG13 rated, or I would be forced
to do pre-marital acts. The edict did say to lay my kiss on your lips. And so
shall I do so as per instruction."
Meanwhile, the
Princess who is laying there has this thought in mind; 'git your act in place
or your ass will be out of place'.
But prevail not as
the Count goes down to his knees and slowly uncover the strands of hair that
was laying carelessly by the lips of the sleeping Princess. He picked at every
strand and lay them in their places by the ears so that they will not get in
between his lips and her's. He looks at her beautiful lips covered in the red
gloss oil pastel and he thought of one whom he used to desire.
"Pour no more
on her, me. Here lies one who is better than that one, and yet my manly desires
swings to another. I am ashamed of my lustful thoughts. Please forgive me for
that, my dear." The Count paused in his move to lay his lips on her's.
Meanwhile, the
Princess is getting edgy as she awaits the passionate kiss. She tells herself;
'look buster; I can wait for another second as I have waited twenty-five years
and forty-nine days.'
She did peek
through her lashes to see the Prince now really hovering his lips before her's.
For whatever reason, she had to ask herself, why do all the men all look down
when they kissed us, women.
Eureka! She got the
answer.
'I knew it would
work. The undone strings of my bodice would surely draw any bees to the nectar.
Aha! I knew that although mama did not tell me. But wait the Count's lips are
moving away. But God, this man is going for the nectar instead. I would get you
for this, you creep.'
But his lips laid
on her neck as his lips drawback to uncovered his set of fangs that is now
touching her jugular at the neck. The Count with ever careful movements bites down
onto the delicate skin and pierced the surface to ventured into her where no
man has done before. His fangs sink in with slow deliberate movements reaching
for her veins; causing the Princess to reached out in a feeling that she has
never experienced before in her life. She could feel her life soul being
refreshed and yet being drained by the actions of this man. It brings her pores
to exploded off all the putrid clogging of the twenty-five years and forty-nine
days. She could feel lifted from the bedding, not by the muscles of her spine
but by the needs of herself.
"Ah! I have done
it. One pint of blood from me to you, and now you complete me. Arise, Princess,
and my bride. I have given you a pint of my elixir of life and now you are mine
forever." The Count now stands before her with his fangs glistering with
the drops of pure blood.
The Princess opens
her eyes and looked at the man who has awakened her. What she sees is beyond
the description of words. She rose to a sitting position and her hand reached for
her neck. She felt the spot where he has laid his fangs and she took a swipe at
it with her fingers to later sweep onto her lips.
"Thank you,
my Count. I am ever grateful for you to break my curse after twenty-five years
and forty-nine days. My name is...." But the Count hushed her lips with
his finger.
"Come, my
love. We have a world to visit. But first, I need to get you to an oral expert
as your breath is absolutely bad." And so the Princess; unnamed to date
and the Count left for the town before they can consummate their vows.
Meanwhile, the Owl
sighed in relief as his contract has just ended. He was to fly off when he saw
the pouch left on the bed. It's the Princess chastity certification. He shrugs
his wings as he knows she would not need them anymore. So ends another story
that the readers never get to read as it was not suitable then to disclose the
finer details till now.
Signing off. The
Guardian Owl of the Sleeping Beauty.
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