Spending the Day in Fairy Tale Art

BY: Crystal

Disclaimer: The things, characters, and ideas in this story are not mine; they belong to and are by Laurell K. Hamilton, or The Berkley Publishing Group. Plus there are ideas from J.K. Rowling and Jim Butcher that do not belong to me either. The fairy tales do not belong to me either, only using them for a twisted wedding sequence. This is a parody and is only written for entertainment until the next book comes out. I'm not making any money of this at all.

Rating: Some bad words.



The rain began to die down and the temperature had started to rise. I had cried until there was nothing left. Wiping my eyes on the sleeves of my robe. I glanced around to realize the dreamscape begun to shift and change. The woods that surrounded me had started to shift into huge buildings, while the ground beneath me became a street. I glanced around to find myself in the middle of a deserted street. There was nothing here, no people, and no buildings, just streets going here and there. The ground started to shake and it begun to split open from an earthquake that rumbled threw the dreamscape. I saw ancient Roman buildings form out of the ground to stand tall above me. The differences between these and the real one's of Rome, were that they were twisted in a hideous way and they seemed alive. You could feel them watching you, while whispering to each other, and at one point I thought one of them moved. I heard the sound of hooves, and chariots racing from behind me. I turned around to see an evil version of the coliseum and walked toward it. Once inside I found that it was empty, there was no one there. But the sounds of the horses and chariots still ranged throughout the air. I left the coliseum and walked down the street. It began to rain, but there was no sound coming from it. My body turned quickly down a street going to the right. My feet had a mind of they're own and started racing down a soulless avenue. They stopped fast in front of a building that looked like a museum. My feet began to move swiftly up the stairs and into the gallery. Once inside voices started going off in my head, sending me to my knees.

The constant chatter was too much to bear, so I closed my eyes trying to separate the sounds of each individual. As soon as the voices were straight, they seemed to disappear from my head. My vision seemed to clear and I glanced around to find the place empty. Through the silence of the gallery came the sounds of heavy footsteps. Standing slowly, I began to move toward the sound from the main lobby into a studio of art. Around me paintings began to come alive as I passed. Sounds of people whispering came to me from afar, taking my feet toward them into another room. I came into the room and stopped in my tracks, there were no people in here just statues. They were of old and classic Roman type statues. Versions of David stood about, while ladies with no arms stood proud on their pedestals. I stood around gazing at the statues having the feeling that they were watching me and hearing voices coming from out of nowhere. This was so getting freaky. I could hear voices, but there was no one here that looked alive. I slowly moved backwards keeping my eye's on the works of art before me. Making sure I didn't miss anything, in case they began to move.

I ran into something hard, not realizing what it was until I heard someone say, "Why don't you watch where you're going"

I turned to find a headless statue standing there and my mouth dropped. I grabbed my head for a headache was starting to form. The voice almost sounded like it came from that statue, but there was no head let alone a mouth to be speaking to me. This so couldn't get any weirder than it already was. "Do I know you?" It asked.

I shook my head and answered, "No, I don't think so."

"Are you sure I don't know you? You look familiar to me," he asked.

"I'm sure you don't know me," I responded, while feeling a little funny.

The voice came again, while the other voices were down to a whisper, "If I do not know you, then why are you here. This is a private party."

I looked around him at the other statues. The chattering in my head had stopped, except the one.

"Um I'm not sure. I'm just as confused as you are," I said.

"Well if you're not sure, then maybe I can help you find your way," it said mockingly.

I pulled on my hair and just stared at the figure and commanded, "How is it that you can talk, when you have no head."

The figure chuckled and answered, "I'm speaking to you inside your head. We all can hear your thoughts and can answer them."

I glanced around at all the statues and replied, "You're telling me that you are all can speak to me in my head, without being able to speak out loud."

"Of course. Now why don't you sit down and tell me what brings you here," It said.

I sat down and tried to figure out what it was that brought me here. Trying to remember what it was that I was supposed to do. My head was beginning to rip in pain and I started rocking back and forth. As soon as it started it eased up to become an ache, then disappeared all together. "Does that feel better my lady?" The voice came again.

I glanced back at the motionless statue and said, "Yes it does and thank you. I think."

I could almost feel it smile, before it stated, "I'm glad you feel better, now tell me what brings you here."

I'm not sure. I'm supposed to be somewhere, but I don't remember where," I said.

"It's ok. It will come to you, eventually," It said, trying to sound sympathetic.

I sat there on the floor thinking of what it was that I was supposed to be doing, when I heard a few shocked voices from behind me. They were female voices that I heard say, "Look at that. She's growing wings and getting older. That is so bazaar."

I lifted my eyebrows and glared at the statues. "What are they talking about?" I asked.

The statue seemed to smile and said, "Go look, see for yourself. There's a mirror over there by the opposite door."

I ran over to the mirror and looked in and nearly freaked. There were wings coming out of my back and my complexion was that of an elderly lady. My robes changed to a light blue and a pointed hat with a veil appeared out of nowhere. I clenched my right fist and felt something in my hand. Bringing up my right hand, I found a wand with a star on the end of it. I cursed under my breath and stomped my foot. The male voice asked, "Is there something wrong?"

I turned, glared at the piece of marble and yelled, "Something wrong, something wrong. Look at me; I've become an old lady. My robes are light blue, not one of my best colors and I'm wearing a pointed hat with a veil. What do you think?" I stomped over and whacked the stone creature on the chest with my wand.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. What happened to you anyway?" He said.

I began to pace, while shaking my head and said, "I'm turning into a fairy godmother is what's happened." Then I stopped in my tracks and smacked myself in the head. "OH SHIT," I blurted out, and then turned toward the headless statue. "How do I get back to the painting section of the museum?" I asked.

He smiled and said, "Why back the way you came of course, but what's the hurry. You have all day to see them."

Glaring at the statue then running for the door, I yelled over my shoulder, "I do not have all day. I must find them at once or so many lives will be at stake."

"What do you mean? Everyone here is basically dead, there's no one to save," It said trying not to laugh at me.

I glared at the stupid piece of marble and replied, "That's what you want me to believe, but I'm not that stupid. I'm leaving now and going back to look for the fairy tale paintings."

I heard it laugh before replying, "If that's what you want to do, instead of talking to me. Then go ahead, my feelings won't be hurt. It's not like I don't have other female friends to flirt with."

I made a disgusted face and then ran like hell. On the way out I heard him say, "Hello ladies. Is there room for one more?" Then with that you heard endless female giggles.

As I ran further down the hall, you could hear the chatter started up again and it was causing me to lose my concentration. Throwing up my shields to block the noise, I finally found my way back into the paintings room and began to look for the fairy tales. I should have known Cimiries would try to distract me somehow. Running along the hall glancing at each picture making sure I was on the right track. Going through another door, the floor fell from underneath me. Paintings began to fly past me in a whirlwind of color. Soon my feet hit a floor and I looked around to find a long hallway with more artwork. Walking slowly, checking every tile making sure there weren't any more falling floors, I glanced at the first painting on my left and stopped in my tracks. It was the painting of Little Red Riding Hood. This piece was different from the others it was shimmering. The piece almost looked like a door to another place. I reached out and touched the head of the wolf and my hand went through to the other side. Taking my wand, I touched the painting and it began to grow larger. It became a full-length painting, almost like a mirror. I prayed a little prayer and went through the artwork.

I came out into a small kitchen, with howling sounds coming from another room. I slowly began making my way toward the sound. It was coming from the bedroom down the hall from the kitchen and sitting room. I glanced through the slit of the door and found a werewolf in there destroying the furniture. Pulling back as he began to sniff the air, I found myself staring out at me from a small mirror on the wall. I was still old, but had slimmed down some. I was wearing a nightcap and small gold framed glasses. I glanced down at my body to find myself in a nightgown. Hearing a low growl behind me, I swiftly turned to see the werewolf standing in the doorway. The creature had the same eyes, fur color, and height as Richard's beast. I slowly reached for him and he growled in warning and bared his teeth. His anger stopped me in my tracks and I just stared at him. He had no idea who he was and I had no idea how to fix him. I had no time to react before he came at me. His paw grabbed me by my throat and lifted me off the ground. While trying to breath I kicked at him with my foot, which only angered him more and he threw me across the hall into the far wall.

He began to make his way toward me. I scrambled to my feet and started talking, "Richard it's me Crystal. Don't you remember me?" He growled deep in his throat and continued advancing on me. I felt around for something to distract him with and found something inside my gown. I reached in and pulled the object out of the material. Pulling it up in front of my eyes, I realized it was the wand with the star on the end. He came at me fast and I threw the wand out towards him. Sparks flared from it and hit Richard's beast in the chest. He went flying back towards the other end of the hall and when he went down his head slammed against a dresser that appeared out of nowhere. His beast form was convulsing and shifting, soon his beast was gone and his human form lay naked on the floor. I ran around the cottage trying to find clothes for him, finally finding some men's clothes in the small basement. He began to wake, just as I finished dressing him. He looked over at me and said with curious eyes, "Who are you?"

"It's a long story Richard. Don't have much time to go through it all," I stated as I helped him sit up.

Richard looked around confused and asked, "Where am I. This isn't Kash's wedding."

"Yeah I know it's a dreamscape of Little Red Riding Hood." I answered.

He glared at me and commented, "What do you mean by a dreamscape and you still haven't told me who you are?"

I rubbed my temples before glancing up at him. "Richard I don't have time to explain now. Right now Luna is coming up the walk thinking she's Little Red Riding Hood. You have to break the spell and kiss her.

Richard glared at me and snorted. "I don't think so. I'm not kissing the crazy cat, what do I look like chopped liver?"

I stepped forward and glanced up at him. "If you don't, you'll never get out of here. Only way to get out of the fairy tale is to kiss Luna. As soon as you do, she gets her memories back and we pop out of this nightmare. So it's your choice. Don't kiss her stay here for eternity. Kiss her and you'll get to leave," I commented.

Richard stood there for a few minutes, then glared at me not knowing who I was and spatted, "Fine, I'll kiss that cat but that doesn't mean I have to like it.

"Good. I'm glad you made your choice. She should be knocking soon," I said.

Just then someone knocked on the door and I motioned for Richard to get into the bed. I went about making him look like a grandma, just to keep with the dream. Soon Luna or should I say little red came through the door wearing a cape and holding a basket. I hid behind the closet door, waiting for things to take their course. Luna moves toward the bed and stares at Richard's form. "Why grandmother? What big eyes you have?" She said.

Richard replied in a granny voice, "The better to see you with, my dear."

She went closer to the bed and said, "What big ears you have grandmother?"

Richard answered, "The better to hear you with, my dear."

Luna was face to face with him now and said, "What big teeth you have grandmother?

"The better to kiss you with my dear," said Richard as he jumped from the covers and kissed Luna hard on the lips. I watched as Luna feel into it and the next thing I knew all three of us had been thrown through the painting to land hard on the gallery floor. Luna had landed on top of Richard and when she realized who he was, she slapped him and cussed him two ways from Sunday. I shook my head and started walking on toward the next fairy tale. Before I got two feet, I felt someone grab my skirts and turned swiftly to find Luna staring at me.

"What the hell's going on Crystal and what happened to you?" She asked.

I stopped and let out a breath then turned, filling both Luna and Richard in on what had happened. Telling them about the web of dreams over the lupanar and what happened when I fell off the broomstick trying to reverse it. I also told them about my visit with Cimiries and about the fairy tale dreams and why I looked the way I did. I told them to stay here or come with me, it was there choice, but I had to continue on down the path of a nightmare in fairy tale land. I had to save them all before dawn. Boy was it going to be a long night.



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