The Prince Chapter 2: Just One Bite, an enchanted fanfic

Lightning lit up the room and the crackle of thunder was heard as the hag was in Giselle's presence. "You!" she exclaimed, pointing her finger at her, even though she knew it was rude to do such a thing. "I am so glad to see you," the hag lisped while smiling, showing all her foul, yellow teeth. "I was so worried." Taking one step closer to Giselle as she noticed she was attempting to walk away, she grasped Giselle's arms and turned her attention towards the dance floor. "It was such a terrible accident that brought you to this place," the hag said softly. Giselle then looked to see what she saw before, Edward and Nancy dancing, while nearby, Robert was sitting in a chair at a table, drinking a glass of water and eating a plate of chicken, a small ham sandwich, and brusselsprouts. But, something was different, she saw Edward and Nancy... kissing! It was a long, and passionate kiss that was the kind of kiss that two people make when they officially come together. Giselle began to hold back tears as they stopped canoodling.

"With so much sadness, and so much pain," the hag continued as she stroked Giselle's light red hair, making her shiver. "Oh yes... to never be with the one you love oh-so much. Doomed to be with another, for enternity." Giselle couldn't hold back her tears any longer, they started flowing down her face as fast as a river. She tried to leave again because she started feeling very uncomfortable and again, she had to use the ladies room, but the hag instantly moved to block her path. "But it doesn't have to be this way," she insisted. "Oh no, no, no, no, no, I can stop the hurt, yes! I can make all those bad memories disappear." Giselle felt a good feeling run through her, to forget all the terrible memories in New York, to not have to feel this quilt and worry, it would be the perfect thing! The hag then pulled out a nice, round apple that was blood-red. On the outside, it almost looked as if it were magical, because anyone who took a glance at it felt drawn to it, but on the inside it was a deadly apple, for with just one, small bite, its victim would fall unconscious, and eventually into the Sleeping Death when the clock striked 12:00. "Yes!" the hag yelled in a murmur. "Just one, tiny bite, my darling, and all this will vanish." Giselle looked at her and the fruit in her hand with a squeaky clean face, a happy face, because the avenue of happiness and peace being seen before her was too irresistible to ignore. The hag brushed her hair away from Giselle's face and Giselle didn't even notice, flinch, or react. She was too caught with her mixed emotions and the bad memory-disappearing apple just about 3-4 inches away from her. "You won't remember anything," the hag lied. "Just sweet dreams, and happy endings..." Her words began to repeat in her mind.

"Sweet dreams, happy endings."

The two things Giselle loved the most. Right then, she couldn't resist no more. She grasped the apple from the hag's hands, and began to rase it up to her lips. "Yes, yes, yes!" the hag said loudly, tapping her fingers anxiously. "That's it, girly, that's it! Hurry! The clock will strike 12:00 soon, and the magic will not work!" Giselle closed her eyes as the woman began to wiggle her tongue in impatience. Then, she bit down, and almost immeadiately, Giselle fell to ground. The hag noticed her body on the floor, and the apple falling down the steps, onto the dance floor. Later, the apple stopped when it hit Prince Edward's foot. He picked it up, noticed that a little bite was taken out of it, and knew who was in danger...