A/N: This is my first venture into writing fan fiction of any kind. I would appreciate feedback. This is only the introduction: I will post chapters as I write them. It will be a dark story.
The Apple
The crimson aura emitting from the crisp skin blended seamlessly with the deep purple of the setting sun. Lingering light glistened, curving around the flawless arch of the apple. The beauty took her breath away. Who knew something so beautiful could be so dangerously evil?
Her steady footfalls crunched the snow gently beneath her every step, moving forward swiftly despite the unwavering attention to the weapon in her hands. She smiled gently as she admired her handiwork. Every beat of her heart pumped warm anticipation through her veins. The potion that now permeated every inch of the apple had taken longer to make than anticipated. The ingredients, though easy to find in her dungeon, had been difficult to prepare. Rare roots from the edge of the forest had to be cut in a precise way before being brewed in a mixture of deadly fluids. Powders had to be added in the exact amount. The slightest mistake would render the apple useless, the potency of the poison failing to immediately cease life. It was by far the most difficult spell she had attempted, and would culminate in the most glorious success she could achieve.
A small hooded figure's outline appeared ahead of her, coming towards her with short quick strides. She gracefully bent down to greet him.
"My Queen, we have done as you requested."
"Good." Her hand caressed his cheek gently. "I assume he is alive?"
"Yes your Highness. He didn't put up a fight. I doubt he saw it coming." His voice quivered slightly at her soft touch.
She let out a low, velvet laugh. It sent shivers up his spine.
"Where is he, my dear? It's time to teach him a well-deserved lesson."
Before the dwarf could answer, she glanced over his shoulder to see six more dwarves trudging through the white powder. Two of the dwarves were dragging a seventh figure between them, struggling under the weight of a full grown human male. The hostage's head, covered by a burlap sack, rolled back and forth on his chest, clearly unconscious.
Her red, pouty lips spread into a wide smile. Small flakes of snow landed on her pale skin and thick eyelashes as she pulled herself to her full height and strode to her loyal subjects. Her smile turned into a look of pure hatred as she knelt before the man and started to slowly untie the bag. Her movements were hauntingly graceful and her thin, nimble fingers seemed to dance as she untied the frayed cord that held the obstruction in place. With one swift movement she ripped the bag from him, revealing his kind, well-defined facial features. She paused for a moment, admiring the way his hair fell softly across his forehead. Without warning she gripped his thick hair in her delicate fingers and yanked his head back. He moaned, stirring awake in a confused haze. His heavy eyelids opened just as she shoved the apple roughly in his half-open mouth, gagging him like the pig he was. She leaned forward and her lips grazed his ear as she whispered.
"Goodbye, my love."
With one hand still entwined in his hair, she brought her other hand to his cheek. For a moment it looked as if she was leaning in to kiss him, but the palm of her hand slowly moved from his cheek to the hollow of his throat. Without breaking eye contact, she thrust her palm upwards, forcing him to take a bite. With a hollow thud the apple landed, unnaturally heavy, on the ground.
His bright blue eyes opened wide with terror. His gaping mouth gasped for air. He looked deeply into her eyes; his own filled with confusion and sorrow, searching for an explanation. He choked out his final words while his body trembled.
"I love you, Snow…"