ShadowDragon357, those are some interesting facts. I have always imagined Sam herself as being somewhat like an artist. I have yet to think of what kind she could be, but as far as I can imagine she could be any or all of them. Grimm Fairy tales? I love them. I love fairy tales in general, but the brother's Grimm were so gruesome that I fell in love with them and read everyone of them so far. I have like three different books on my Nook about them. Thanks. I hope that I can pull this off, but you must remember that Sam doesn't always do what she is supposed to do. sammansonrepilica, tell me what you find confusing so that I may clear it up. I am always ready to answer questions that readers have and there might be someone who is reading this story who is asking the same questions without asking. Let me know. Hellbreaker, I know she is Jewish, but I wanted to incorporate a different view from the show since most don't bring up other religions. I am one that was baptized an Episcopalian but a confirmed Lutheran. I personally believe that all religions are the same though in one way or another. I hope that you enjoy the story.
"Samzel! Samzel! Let down your black hair!" The goth in question looked up, her amethyst eyes looking for the source of the raspy voice. When she saw no one she walked over to the window and looked down. She almost fell back as she realized that she was in a tower that had to be at least several stories high! It was much too high for her to climb down.
"Damn," she cursed as the raspy voice called again. Where the hell was she? This seemed so familiar, like a story from when she was a child. Leaning over the edge of the window she looked down at what appeared to be a person in a black cloak. When she failed to do what the person had called out twice said person pulled off their hood, their white hair revealed. When they looked up Sam was shocked at the ugliness of the woman staring up at her, the woman's eyes flashing dangerously.
"Cursed child!" the woman screamed. "Throw down your hair or be cursed unto your death!" Sam glowered down at the female, her own eyes flashing in anger.
"Fuck you!" Sam screamed, her child-like voice softening the anger behind her words. Moving away from the window she turned to sit on the bed when the tower shook knocking her down.
"You insolent child!" the voice said, closer now causing Sam to turn to look behind her to find the woman that had just moments ago had been at the foot of the tower now stood before her, her face uglier close up. "I shall curse you to die in this tower," she said as she began to chant many words as smoke formed from around the bottom of the woman's dark cloak. When the smoke cleared the woman was gone and the tower was the same except for one thing. There was no window now. Sam sat back on the bed in wonderment. What the hell was going on? A voice echoed in the tower now.
"You didn't do like the story decreed you do and now you have been punished!" a child's soft voice said as the girl from before appeared before her. The girl's black eyes glared at her. "That wasn't part of the story and now you have angered the witch. You won't be allowed to continue this story now." It was almost sounding like the girl was angry with Sam's lack of obedience.
"I don't do what people tell me to do," Sam said dryly. "Ask my parents." The girl stomped her foot, the black shoes that she was wearing clicking loudly on the wooden floor.
"You will do as the story dictates or I will punish you! You will go through every story until I feel that you have done them right!" the small girl said as she swirled around, her black dress flowing around her before she disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
"Give it your best shot!" Sam yelled to the air as the tower disappeared like paint leaking off a canvas. Now she found herself before a well, an old fashion sewing apparatus. Sam looked at it in disgust. "What am I now?" She went to turn and managed to trip in the process. As she went to reach for the well to steady herself she found her hand on the shuttle causing her to let out a squeak as blood dripped onto the shuttle. Growling in frustration she let out a little scream just as a rather ugly girl appeared from behind a tree.