Dead Lovers (besed roughly around Hansel and Gretel)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
I took the concept of Hansel and Gretel and gave it an Angela Carter twist, in that Harry and Mellissa aren't brother and sister, they're lovers who can't be together so they run away and are eventually hunted down and both die on christmas day in each others arms...

Submitted: December 15, 2008

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The ground was a sheet of snow. Each house had frost delicately painted on to each window, in elegant patterns. The Small Town was silently sleeping as the cold gentle wind lightly swept past each colourful door. The trees in each garden quietly whispered under the chorus of Robins that chirped the most elegant winters tune.
Harry, a young handsome man, was celibate and fun loving. He was dressed neatly from head to toe in a blue pinstriped suit and a black overcoat. He had often thought of his body entwining with a soft, snow white skinned woman’s body. He dreamt of the day when he would wake up to her soft curves as she lay naked next to him.
The Woman Harry had in mind was the daughter of a local business man. Mellissa had perfect emerald eyes, brilliantly red lips and the most elegant brunette hair in the whole town. She had regularly dreamt the same about Harry, waking up in his muscular arms, protecting her from the fury of a storm. Mellissa wanted him, needed him, but her father’s pride wouldn’t allow them to be together.
It was a week before Christmas and Harry had gone to Mellissa’s house while her father was away on business. Both of them felt compelled to resist the temptations of each other’s warm satisfying skin. If her father was to return he would give them both a permanent smile, he would take the sharpest point of his blade and cleanly slide it from one side of their well kept necks.
“Will your father return soon?” asked Harry, his lips were freshly moistened ready to kiss those soft red lips of his forbidden lover, his passion slowly built up to a climax when he had to steal his first kiss from her lips, which soon became more than a kiss. Harry’s hands were willingly exploring her delicate curves and more sensitive skin on her breast.
“Well, Harry, I think your patience will be fully rewarded at a later date for my father is to return on the hour” with this Harry fled from the house leaving not even a microscopic clue of his presence in the house.
Four days before Christmas and Harry had found himself in a position where movement is not an option; he had been seen fleeing from Mellissa’s house. Her father was coming to find him. The cold snow made Harry’s nose sting and his ears burn like the flaming pits of hell, this however, did not bother him. The only thing he wanted was his love, He still had visions of touching her soft skin and elegant curves that he imagined as being like caressing silk curtains when they have been freshly cleaned.
“WHAT WHERE YOU DOING OUTSIDE MY HOUSE?” Her father’s voice boomed towards Harry “I DEMAND YOU ANSWER ME!”
“Well...sir, I was mealy admiring the way the snowflakes reflected the beautiful light of the blue moon, when I stumbled across your property I fled immediately”
“You have until Christmas morning!” Her father’s voice was calmer but still rough as stone as it cut through Harry’s ears “if you are not out by then, both you and Mellissa will die under the shiny barrels of my riffle!”
With her father’s words ringing through Harry’s head, he had to come up with an intricate plan that would be bound to succeed. Harry was inspired by the late sun, if the sun was late up and early down, then maybe nightfall would be their best option. This would be a delicate plan, which could snap under the awesome weight of anger that Mellissa’s father holds against Harry. He would have to be careful not to tell anyone but Mellissa about this plan, otherwise he will be sleeping in the snow.
Their passion became so unbearable. Harry decided they could run clear out of the village and into the forest before her father had noticed. They both knew it would be hard but the cold breeze would be constantly touching their rapidly heating bodies. They needed to go under the dark veil of nightfall.
“The only thing I need to do is arrange a cover story, then I am yours Nobel knight” Mellissa kissed him gently on the lips, then she fled through the snow like a cat silently creeping though the night.
On the Longest night of the year they ran, their hands never separating, always gripping tight and close to their sides. Their breathes became synchronised against the cool air that was rushing down their airways into their lungs. They ran towards the creeping trees that lined the forest as though they were welcoming their cold skins with open arms.
“The trees will provide shelter and protection” Harry evaluated “at least until your father gathers the village hunters to hunt and destroy us”
“My father would never harm me” Mellissa whispered after a short while, breaking the cold silence.
“Your father has for-warned me that he will kill us both!” Harry felt such pain as his words flowed off of his tongue. “So not one of us is safe”
“THAT WITCH!” Mellissa shrieked, reminding Harry of a hawk stalking its first meal of the day “if he comes we shall separate and I shall say I am lost, he takes me home we try again tomorrow”
“I fear it is not that simple, let’s move on quickly in case he had us followed”
The trees were tangled and threw them both into the dark abyss. Part of Harry’s perfectly black long coat was grabbed by a passing thorn bush and slowly started to unravel behind him.
After a short while Mellissa’s green eyes fell onto the thread, which she realised could be used to track them both by the hunters of the town. She took the small black thread between her long nails and squeezed the thread until it snapped and disappeared into the night. Harry was unaware of Mellissa’s thoughts and just wanted some sort of small cabin to settle down in. As they both walked through the cold dark gaps in the branches, they suddenly became aware of big, steep footsteps.
Mellissa knew it would be her father hunting her down, if he found her with Harry, he would kill him viciously and without hesitations or second thoughts. Selflessly she turned to face the enemy that approached rapidly through the darkened, snow filled forest.
The footsteps became louder, louder, louder until there echo whispered in her ears constantly. Her father’s silhouette slowly grew into the six foot five bulk of a man. The barrel of his riffle reflected the large blue face of the now brilliantly shining moon. His face was half shadowed by the positioning of his wide face. His dark eyes met his daughter light green eyes, and then his two barrels met the glint in her eyes...
Harry even heard Mellissa’s bone snap under the power of the two shells breaking through her soft skin then rough ribs. Her heart exploded in a splatter of dark red. He returned to the site of her inelegantly placed body.
“Mellissa?” Harry felt tears roll gently down his face and drip into the cold white snow “my love wake up! Talk to me?”
Mellissa’s eyes opened slowly, her emerald eyes did not shine so brilliantly anymore, they had grown dull and almost lifeless.
“Harry, lay with me, we can sleep naked” Mellissa slowly requested “it won’t be cold for long, soon we will be dining with God”
“We can get help!” Harry didn’t want to see her give up like a puppy forced into remaining in a locked cupboard its whole life. “We can get Doctor Gens!”
“It is too late my love,” She said, her eyes fading to grey, they started to resemble the moon on a cloudy night “please join me...” Her words failed you finish, her skin slowly grew more pale and Harry only had one thing he could do.
Her arms lay dormant and cold in the slowly rising snow. Her blood seeped through her heart and subtly onto the soft snow.
Harry held her in his arms, kissing her pale, cold forehead. He had removed his suite and now lay in the snow holding her in his muscular arms with his hands on her soft and perfect curves. He had taken her clothes off and, although he remained celibate, he imagined her soft skin and elegant curves entangled with his muscular arms and legs, pleasurably penetrating her virgin body.
As the warm orange glow of the sun rose, it revealed two entwined bodies, one of pale, soft, blood covered skin. The other with his muscular arms on the first’s soft curves. Their bodies on Christmas morning remained together as the gentle breeze touched them both.
The ground was a sheet of snow. Each house had frost delicately painted on to each window, in elegant patterns. The Small Town was silently sleeping as the cold gentle wind lightly swept past each colourful door. The trees in each garden quietly whispered under the chorus of Robins that chirped the most elegant winters tune. But no-one mentioned the new couple, laid under a newly fallen sheet of snow on Christmas day.


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