Short intro before I start the story ;D This is basically my twist on the well known fairytale 'Hanzel and Gretal' except I made Hanzel switch genders for the story to make more sense and just to make it more fabulous and seductive and gonna make the rating T, cause of language and sexy time themes, so enough of mah talking babiehs ;3 enjoy the story ^,^
The silver shadows fell onto the eerie forest. Two young girls strolled along the stone-paved path, lost inbetween the gnarled oak trees that cast monsterous shadows onto Hazel's boney shoulders, the moon shone bright yet was hidden by dark clouds creeping in around it, Gretal's face was covered up by her crimson, velvet shoal that was slightly frayed at the edges. she had been crying, you could tell by her tear-stained cheeks. The two lonely wanderers were lost.
Their strolls eventually turned into stumbles, their legs were coated in scratches and bruises from walking through the thorns that littered the fertile ground. Gretal turned to face a lavish cabin embroided with vines that were coated in thick sapphire paint that made the cabin appear sugar-coated and sweet. The roof was painted a bubblegum pink and the windows were frosted with a layer of vanilla white paint.
Hazel's eyes flickered as she saw a ghostly figure framed inbetween the golden sunflowers that swayed with the violent wind. His eyes were a navy blue that compliment his fearless grin, his hair a magnificient blonde, combed back, so that his handsome features were evident.
'Hello ladies' he spoke, his voice smooth as if honey was rolling off his tongue, he eyes Gretal's gaze, ignoring Hazel's desperate stare completely. He walked up to Gretal his stridee masucline and confident. The naive girl shivered before this stranger, his glare cold, but yet unignorable.
'Would you like to come in?' he offered, his lips curving into a flawless smile, his intentions unknown. Gretal's helpless indulgence in the young man was interrupted by her jealous sister's feisty tone.'I'd love to!' she spat out, resent clearly evident in her speech.
The young male stepped aside discounting Hazel's comment and opened the honeycomb yellow door, allowing the two fragile girls to enter. His home was decorated with bountiful paintings and statues of mysterious women, each more bewitching than the next. A checkered tablecloth lay on top of a grizzled,wooden table, a glass of wine situated on it.
'Vic' he introduced himself, grabbing a chair that accompanied the table. Vic raised his eyebrows towards Gretal as if awaiting for a response. 'Gretal' she murmured. A cocky smile spread across his handsome face. Delaying Hazel's introduction, he offered the girls some of the red liquid, adding 'A little drink never hurt anyone' his captivating smirk catching both of the girls eyes.