A/N: I don't really like this. It feels rushed and empty. Please tell me what I can do to make it better? I want to add a second chapter, but only if I can make it higher quality than this one. I'll revamp (no pun intended) this chapter if I get someone to help me with it. In fact, I do need a beta reader just in general if anyone's interested. In conclusion, please review or I'll lose faith in my place in this world. ::puppy dog eyes::
One Sick Fairy Tale
B.L.B. Liquor
Something dark twisted its way out of Wesley last night.
Billy's blood may have been the hand, but Wesley's spirit and past were the spindle, and a thin black thread woven from nothing started winding listlessly out of him the second he pushed the paper towel against the handprint in the alley.
And as he sat in his office, it grew thicker that a strand of hair until it was like embroidery thread, and then Fred leaned over and the spindle started humming, and Wesley's darkness turned to yarn; he stood and it spun thick as a pencil; slid Fred's spaghetti strap down her shoulder, and now it was rope, charcoal black and twisting.
It knotted as Fred trembled at his cruelty, when she ran out, when he slammed a hand against the wall centimeters from her face, channeled his father's spirit and whispered
"What do you tell a woman with two black eyes?"
And it wasn't funny, NOT AT ALL, but still the rope trailed behind him up the stairs and down the halls--
He was poison. Wesley was poison, and Fred was the innocent cursed princess.