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May 14, 2017

Off with Her Head! xxx [Snow Heart]

In which, yeah, this thread is exactly what you think it is...

[tw for a lot of fucked up shit: dismemberment, beheading, blood, gore, violence, murder, bloodsucking, rly just if you are squeamish don’t read this.]

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SNOW: Catherine was a pretty blonde, her hair golden and straight as straw. Snow liked her a lot, her blood smelled sweet as cherries and fresh rain. Not that she could smell her blood anymore, but she still remembered it now. Catherine always smiled sweetly and called Snow “Mistress” without having to be reminded, which Snow adored.

When she needed to get ready, it was often Catherine who did her hair. Not her makeup though, because Catherine was just a simple country girl, and she had no experience with such things. She had a bit of fire to her too, that Snow was highly entertained by. Often, she poked the girl’s buttons just to get a reaction.

Maybe, once upon a time, Snow would have even fallen in love with her. (Though, she was a little too simple for that). With Eva so close and doting, though, Snow did not think such things. She was merely fond of the girl. Which was why it was only her she trusted to go and pick her up from groceries.

“And bring back the freshest apple you can find,” she’d instructed pleasantly, handing over her shiny black credit card.

She lounged until Catherine got back, reading some Alexander Pope, Frou Frou splayed out across her lap. Then, she played some music--Beethoven's thirteen symphony, of course, one of her favorites.

When Catherine came back, Snow drifted back into the kitchen, Frou Frou on her heel, smelling the food probably. She was quite hungry, her appetite seemingly never ending since she’d become human again. Perhaps it was attempting to catch up.

“Thank you, Catherine,” Snow purred, kissing her employee gently on the cheek, making the girl blush. She used to love to do that because it strengthened the scent of her blood. Now, she simply liked the color.

“Here, Mistress Snow, it is the ripest.” The girl plucked an apple from the bunch and handed it to Snow, who smiled delightedly.

“Oh! It is beautiful.” She grasped it in her hand; perfectly red and round. Its skin was cool in her grasp, closing her eyes and inhaling. “Mm, smells so good.”

Without hesitation, she bit into it—the crunch made her moan softly as juices filled her mouth. It was delicious.

It only took a moment for her to realize something was wrong. She fell against the counter, blinking rapidly.

“Mistress?” Catherine asked, but her voice sounded far away.

Snow felt Frou Frou brush against her, but then, she collapsed to the ground, into unconsciousness--the red apple rolling out of her fingers and across the floor.

RHIANNON: Everything was finally coming together. It had taken some time for the opportunity to arise. But then it was the most unexpected and delightful news she could have heard. Eva’s lover had found a way to become human again. The silly thing had actually chosen to be mortal. Opportunities like this didn’t just come up again and again. This was a one time opportunity. One that Rhiannon knew not to squander. The plan came together so quickly, largely because she often thought of the different ways in which she would strike Snow White.

Compelling Catherine had been far too easy. Getting her to go in with the apple that Rhiannon had prepared perfectly was child’s play after that. Now she listened carefully for the moment that she needed, waited until Catherine’s pretty little blonde head came around again. The first part was a success. Her rouge stained lips curved up into a smile as she made her way into the large manor. She had plenty of her minions in tow, and with a simple gesture, ensured that they moved forward to pick up Snow’s unconscious body.

From that distance her scent was...tempting. Rhiannon could almost see why Eva had chosen this little thing to get over her. Still, a replacement was never as good as the original. That much was obvious when the idiot had chosen to become human again. Honestly, it couldn’t get better than this. Rhiannon with one word got her ladies and a couple of dimwitted boys to lift Snow up, carrying her as a team.

Rhiannon distanced herself once they had the bitch in hand, as she had plenty of preparations to make. Her own grandiose home had a personalized dungeon, to be sure, but it would need a little tweaking. She guided her team home, wiping their memory once Snow was brought into her private dungeon. All in a day’s work. Now of course she had her various weapons she had saved from her lengthy life and many experiences in dealing out punishments. Perhaps she would cut off her toes first. Or her ears. Or maybe she would find inspiration in the moment.

She chained Snow to the wall of her secluded chambers, pulling up a large chair that was as grand as a throne, and she sat in it much as she had when she was once queen. It took some time before she could finally sense the woman’s heart rate quicken and her breathing indicate that she was waking up. “Ah good morning dear. I apologize for the dramatics.”

SNOW: It took a long time for Snow to come around, and when she did, she was, at first, severely disoriented. Not only had she been...knocked out? But, that was the first time in 300 years that something like that had happened to her. To the point where she felt sick, to the point where she felt faint, and weak. Her arms were so heavy. Her head was so heavy, bent forwards on her chest.

It took a few moments for her to realize that she was--upright. That her shoulders ached, that her feet were still bare but no longer touching the smooth marble of her kitchen floor. The floor was rough and uneven.

At the sound of a voice, her head snapped up, but quickly fell down again as a wave of dizziness fell over her.

Eventually, she was able to lift her head enough to look out of her good eye and see--Rhiannon, perched on a throne. Her heart gave a dreadful lurch in her chest and her arms jerked. The sound of chains rattling reached her ears and she turned her head, mouth slightly parted, to see thick, black cuffs on her thin, beautiful wrists. She tugged again weakly, let out a strangled little cry of frustration.

She wished she had her strength back. For the first time since becoming human, she yearned for her vampire powers.

“What do you want?” she snapped at Rhiannon, turning her head back around. “You’re making a mistake.”

RHIANNON: Watching Snow White come back to herself was an amusing process, and Rhiannon took a sip of her drink (a blood bag tastefully put in a wine glass) as she did so. For her, the thrill of being in a position of power was intoxicating. It was better than any drug. Made all the more enjoyable because she had a great spot to appreciate it.

Rhiannon waited, gave the woman a good minute or two to take in the situation that she was in. It was comical. It truly was. “Now now dear Snow, that is absolutely no way to speak to family,” Rhiannon drawled, red lips curved up into a sly grin. “This conversation is long overdue darling. I was simply far too tolerant of your vulgar existence.”

She took another sip of blood, glancing the other up and down. “I’m not sure what it is that my beloved sees in you. Truly, it’s hardly as if you’re all that intelligent. That was true even before you made such a ridiculous decision as to become human again. Of all things. Of course it is perfect. I can have whatever conversation I like with you. I could make you forget. I could compel you to harm your lover.” She added with a little cackle.

“Oh, thank you for this dear Snow. This is one of the best days of my life.” Rhiannon leaned a little closer, studying Snow’s features before adding, “and seeing as I have no intention of letting you live, I suppose I can tell you what I have in mind.”

SNOW: Snow’s lip curled upwards in distaste at Rhiannon’s words.

She was probably all talk, wasn’t she? Lots of vampires had a flair for the dramatic. Snow included. She was probably just fucking around. Scare Snow into some sort of submission. What threat did she now pose to someone as ancient as Rhiannon? None. What would be the point in killing Snow? There wouldn’t be one.

So, Rhiannon was full of shit.

But, if she was, why was Snow’s heart pounding loud and fast in her ears. Her throat had run a little dry. She gave a tug on the chains. Surely, Eva would notice she was missing rather quickly. Surely, Eva would find her before Rhiannon could--do anything to her.

Not that she was, of course, we’ve already established she was full of shit.

“Oh? And what plan is that?” Snow asked in her best, most bored voice.

RHIANNON: A cold smile stretched across her face as she examined Snow, much like a wolf eyeing its prey. “Well you see, I want to send my beloved a message,” Rhiannon started to explain, sipping at her delightful beverage, though she did wonder if Snow’s blood held any appeal. She would have to have a taste before she did what she intended.

After all, it would be positively wasteful to not even try a drop of the girl’s blood. “I’ve allowed her to live this farce of a life with someone unworthy for a good while. I’ve been tolerant, even when her ignorant little pet, that’s you dear, risked exposing our kind with your absolutely childish behavior.”

Rhiannon leaned in to catch her scent, to get a closer look and to spot the veins that were so tantalizing to Eva, that had led to the disaster that was this one turning years ago. “But enough is enough. You see Eva is, and always shall be mine first and foremost. You were a temporary, and rather stupid distraction, much like a short lived teenage romance.” Rhiannon informed her, brushing some of Snow’s hair out of her face.

“And I do not know what Eva has told you about me, but you see...I am quite a jealous woman. And I do not share those that I love. And Eva has had my heart for so many years.” She smirked. “So I believe I will start by sending her one of your limbs...or perhaps your eyes, they are rather captivating. Perhaps I’ll let you choose,” she added, a laugh escaping her at the thought. “Multiple choice. Would you rather lose your hands, your ears, or one of your legs?”

SNOW: This was just stupid.

That’s what Snow was thinking. (Even if her heart was beating faster and faster and she felt a little sick to her stomach.) She wasn’t going to beg or fight. Eva would be here soon. Eva would come for her.

So, instead, she spat as far as she could, though of course, it did not reach Rhiannon on her throne.

“None,” she snarled. “It’s not my fault Eva thought you were dead. You were--dead for years. Y-you know, you could’ve been part of our family. You still could, if that’s what you want. I don’t mind sharing. Eva is the jealous one. I suppose she gets that from you.”

Maybe, if she just kept her talking long enough...

RHIANNON: At that Rhiannon straightened, for the first time removing herself from the throne she had set herself in, moving so that she was mere inches from Snow’s face. “Darling, I do not share with the prostitutes. That is positively vulgar.”

She took a fingernail, sharpened to a nice point to draw a shallow cut along Snow’s dull looking cheek, admiring the little trail of blood that followed. “Well, I did give you the kind option. I suppose I will just have to choose for myself.” She considered her for a moment, “then it shall be your hands love.”

Rhiannon turned away, stepping across the way to one of her cabinets, pulling out a sword that she had kept from her own kingdom, still as sharp as it was back then, as well as a small vial of red nail polish. “First I think we will want to clean them up. I would hate to send filthy hands to my beloved. That would suggest that I think she deserves something rotten.” She tsked at the idea, moving to apply nail polish to one of Snow’s hands.

SNOW: Snow’s heart beat faster when Rhiannon came nearer.

She knew that in her time, Rhiannon had been a fearsome queen. Eva always spoke of it fondly. But this--this was a whole other level of manipulative and dark. Snow flinched a bit as Rhiannon cut into her cheek.

Snow felt her heart sinking. The confidence that she had was beginning to dwindle. She was--frightened, now, as the sword glinted in the low light of the dungeon. (If Snow wasn’t afraid for her life, she would probably admire the commitment to Rhiannon’s aesthetic and dramatics. Snow was quite dramatic herself, see. They had more in common than Rhiannon probably knew.)

Even with the chains affording her little movement, she twisted her wrist to try and escape Rhiannon’s grip, closing her fingers into a tight ball.

“Leave me alone. Do you think Eva is going to crawl back to you if you kill me? She loves me.”

RHIANNON: “I would cut out your tongue, but I do rather like what people do and say when they are frightened enough,” Rhiannon commented, though she did pinch the woman’s arm when she tried to make the nail polish process more difficult for her. “Come now, do you not want to give Eva a pretty gift? Your nails will be glistening when she sees them.”

She reached out to get a tight grip on the woman’s arm, using the other hand to apply the nail polish onto the one hand and then quickly shifting to the other. “I will not lie to you while you are my guest. And I did say that I would kill you, did I not? It is not a question of if. Rather a question of when. When will I kill the rather imbecilic Snow White?”

Rhiannon finished the second hand and sighed. “Ah magnificent. You really do have lovely hands dear,” she praised, letting go in favor of grabbing hold of her sword. “I would tell you that this will not hurt a bit, but I promised I would not lie,” she remarked, moving the chains back so they would still be perfectly placed to restrain Snow as she swung her sword down to sever the connection between her arm and her left hand.

SNOW: Snow struggled, make no mistake about that. She did her best to tear her hand from the vampire’s grip. But, she was a vampire--a thousand years old. Even if Snow had been a vampire still herself, the chance of her breaking from Rhiannon’s grip would not have been good. But now, it hurt, the way Rhiannon clutched at her wrist, Snow was afraid it would break.

Everything after that happened so fast that Snow did not have to speak. Rhiannon complemented her. Stepped away. Grabbed her sword and in a silver arc brought it down on Snow’s hand.

The scream that ripped out of her was like something she’d never made. The pain immediately shot up her arm and into her chest, squeezing it so tight she thought she might pass out. She may’ve for a moment--her head was too foggy to tell. The exposed nerves throbbed and sent spikes of pain up her arm. There were tears on her face, they fell same as the blood dripping from her exposed wrist.

Her stomach churned, but she did not have the energy to vomit.

After a few moments of panting, her head dizzy from blood lust, Snow looked up at Rhiannon.

“F-fuck...you,” she hissed.

RHIANNON: “Now what a vulgar thing to say,” Rhiannon retorted with a chuckle. “I would never debase myself and fuck someone like you. I can do much better,” she added, carefully picking up the hand, one finger tracing over the cut off point, sticking it in her mouth to have a taste of that blood. “Mm...I can say that your blood is quite delightful.”

She gently placed the hand into a basket she had prepared, with roses all around the sides. “This will make quite a lovely decorative set,” she informed the other. After all, Rhiannon did delight in the aesthetic of the violence, even as she delighted in the violence itself.

“By the time I do kill you, you are going to be grateful for it. I will have released you from your own misery,” she remarked, licking the blood off of her sword with a sly smile. “Yes, I suppose I can understand the simplest of temptation to such taste. Though I have certainly tasted better in my lifetime.” Rhiannon stepped forward again and without warning swung the sword down to remove the other hand. After all, it was always best to give Eva a matching set.

SNOW: Snow’s heart was beating wildly, erratically in her chest. She could hear it pounding in her ears. That heart that she’d wanted to beat so badly, was now struggling to keep her alive. She could feel it fighting for her.

It was all she could feel. Her heartbeat was in her entire body, louder than anything else, louder than the pain, louder than her fear. It was telling her to survive, to survive long enough for Eva to find her. She let out a strangled sob, she couldn’t help it. It wasn’t even for the pain--it was for Eva. She had never wanted her beloved by her side so badly.

“Please,” she whimpered--all the pride she’d lived her life with, all that haughtiness gone from her in a moment.

As the sword swung down again, Snow let out a scream--and this time, she knew when she passed out, because when she awoke, her jeans were wet and she was shivering from lack of blood. Her head was dizzy, and then, she did--vomit onto the floor, the bite of apple that she’d consumed and bile as well.

RHIANNON: Rhiannon placed Snow’s right hand into her basket as gently as she might an infant, that she had carefully brought to this point. Then she darted forward, pulling out several different bottles, bringing them over and setting them down just at the perfect point to capture the blood that was spilling from Snow White’s body.

As the expression went, ‘waste not, want not.’ Rhiannon intended to hold onto this and hold it over Eva’s head. That and everything else that she had accomplished here. Of course there was the blood that had spilled onto the floor. A tragedy, but she dipped her fingers into that as well, having another taste, giving the other a big grin, the blood making her teeth a garish red.

“Now that we have pleased my artistic side, well...do not fret my dear. I will put you out of your misery very very soon. I just need to claim one more prize before I do.” Rhiannon stepped closer, careful to avoid spilling the bottles that were filling with the prized blood of Snow White’s.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against Snow’s neck, before she took a gentle bite, as gently as if she were having a taste of her lover, and not of the person she hated the most in this world. Rhiannon licked over the bite, drawing away with a smug smile. “Now I can say I was the last person who was able to have a taste of you.”

Rhiannon giggled, almost like a school girl, delighted in her complete triumph. “Goodbye Snow White. I hope we never meet in Hell.” She grabbed hold of Snow’s hair, holding it out of the way as she picked up the sword again. “Off with your head…” she chanted as she swung the sword one final time, cutting through the muscle and bone of her neck, effectively severing Snow’s head from the rest of her body.

She held up the head triumphantly, grinning at it and pressing her lips to the murdered woman’s forehead. “Rot in hell you wretched whore.” She set the head down in between the two hands, admiring her trophy before she moved to get as much blood as possible into bottles. Oh yes, she would get drunk off her enemy’s blood.

SNOW: Snow didn’t have the energy to react properly to anything that was happening to her.

Rhiannon’s voice echoed in and out of her thoughts, and Snow knew.

After 327 years on the Earth, Snow was going to die. And, the fact was: she was tired. That’s what it felt like. She was so tired. Maybe dying, as some said, would be the next great adventure. Though, she was sad too, sad for herself. She just wanted to live. She had just wanted to remember what it felt like to truly feel.

She got her wish, didn’t she? All she could feel now was pain, but she’d felt so much before that. The feeling of breath in her lungs, of laughing until she couldn’t breathe, of lovemaking that made her feel like her heart was going to explode in the best way possible. And even pain--even pain she was thankful for, because it meant she was alive.

Her head bowed, her eyes were closed. And she was thinking of Eva. Her smile and her laugh, and she cried for how angry Eva would be over her death. She didn’t want to hurt Eva, she never had. Sometimes, she’d thought about leaving her for good, but she never did--because she loved her and she wanted her to be happy.

And now, because of her selfishness, Eva would be in pain. So much pain.

She sobbed and gasped out another “please,” as Rhiannon yanked her head up, the pain of that giving her just enough strength to speak.

Her eyes closed as the sound of the sword sliced through the air.

Her last thought was of Eva, the two of them tangled in the sheets together, where Snow was always happiest and safest.

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