D - Day for the great Prince Charming.
“Well, hello there,” Prince Charming said to me with a most alluring voice. He is the most suave, sophisticated, charismatic and beautiful fairy tale you could ever meet - and yet he made my skin crawl. Not the best reaction to one’s father.
“Before we get down to pleasure, shall we have some refreshments,” he suggests, making his way to the bar fridge. “You’re very beautiful you know that,” he tells me. I remain silent not wanting to give anything away. He mistakes my quietness for shyness. “You don’t say much, do you,” he goes on as he opens two small bottles of sparkling wine and pours them into two glasses, “that’s alright, we don’t need words just actions.”
“Yes,” I squeak out.
He crosses towards me. Proffers me a drink. I accept the offering.
“Now, what shall we drink to?”
“If you wish,” he says with his million dollar smile, his beautiful, even, and white teeth almost blinding me. I drain the glass in one long gulp to steady the nerves. He says nothing; instead he gently takes my hand and caresses it. “Now, how would you like me to please you tonight?” He then puts down his glass and places his other hand around my waist. “I will show you such delectable delights, such carnal pleasures to blow your mind.” His magnetism is undeniable, no wonder so many women fell for his charms. There is more to Prince Charming than meets the air, there is an underlying power to his being - a magic. I found myself trying to fight it but I couldn’t. I wanted to scream and break away but I had no strength.
“Shall we commence.” He leans in towards me, his lips reaching for mine. At this moment I’m his and there’s nothing I can do. But then by all that’s holy, the Stranger enters the room instantly breaking Charming’s spell.
Charming’s eyes go wide. “You’re him,” he says in a slight panic.
“Time to spill your guts lover boy,” the Stranger replies with a wicked grin.
“I don’t think so.” Charming quickly produces a small pistol from his inside jacket. But with his attention focused on the Stranger, I was free to act. I reached into my open handbag and tazered him. His eyes went even wider and his immaculate blonde hair stood up as he collapses to the floor to begin flopping around like a fish.
“That’s for my mother you son-of-a-bitch.”
Ten minutes later the great Prince Charming found himself tied to a chair with the Stranger and myself standing over him.
“I’m innocent I tell you,” were the first words to come out of his mouth as he tries to break free. The Stranger had easily dispatched Prince Charming’s bodyguards which now left us with plenty of time to deal with the Casanova of fairy tales.
“What do you want with me?”
“Plenty,” replies the Stranger, “but I think the young lady wants you more.”
“Why?” I ask him. “Why do it? Why seduce women and get them pregnant, what it’s all for?”
“Women love me.”
“Bullshit. You over power their senses with your magic, it’s not love.”
“Why do you want to know?” He asks but within moments realises the answer to his own question. “You’re one of mine, aren’t you?” He smiles. “This is no way to treat your daddy. I’m always happy to see one of my children.”
“You bastard!” I screech slapping him hard across the face. “Do you have any idea what you did to my mother? The effect you had over her and what she became after you discarded her like some dirty rag - do you - do you!”
“I never heard any complaints.”
I slap him again and again. Each slap harder than the one before. Yet still the smile remains upon his lecherous face.
“I’d talk if I were you Charming,” the Stranger prods grimly.
“I give these lonely women a good time. I give them love. I give them a beautiful gift. I’m a very giving person.”
“Love,” I scoff, “you wouldn’t know the meaning of the word. So tell us what the Dreamer wants with all these children.”
“Do you think I know. And if I did do you think I would tell you, that I would betray the one that created me. I’m sorry about your mother, but just look at the beautiful woman you’ve grown up to be, I mean you have my looks.”
I want to kill him. I want to smash his pretty face in. I want justice for the wrong done against my mother. I turn to the Stranger. He nods and approaches Charming. As he does so he removes a switch blade and flicks it open. “Foreplay’s over.”
“Go ahead kill me I won’t spill my guts. I’m more than just good looks you know,” Charming says defiantly.
“Oh you mistake my intentions, I’m not going to kill you,” the Stranger informs him. “No, but I am going to slice up that pretty face of yours.”
Prince Charming is mortified. “No,” he cries out, “not the face - anything but the face - please no - not the face - it’s all I have - I’m nothing without it...”
“Then talk damnit or I’ll carve that smile right off of you. What are the Dreamer’s plans for these children?”
“I don’t know all the facts, that’s true enough. What I do know is that the power of the Dreamer is weakening. With every loss of one of his creations the power of the Dreamer grows weaker. The off spring I produce, the half breeds, they help revive that power - how I don’t know. No one questions the Dreamer or know its intentions. The Dreamer is a god, an ancient entity that has lived for aeons. Who the hell knows the mind of such a being.”
“Then I am on the right track, even partially. By killing every one of your kind the light of the Dreamer grows a little dimmer,” the Stranger says.
“It will take more than your life time to ever achieve such a feat.”
The Stranger puts the knife to Prince Charming’s throat. “Then I’ll have to cut to the chase. How do I find the Dreamer? One of you must know.”
“I don’t,” begs Charming.
“Then what use are you to me.”
“Please I beg you, let me live,” he pleads, “I’m a lover not a fighter, I do what I do because that’s all I know. I don’t mean any harm, honest, what good will it do killing me, you’ll still be no closer to your goal. I’m sorry what I did to your mother, I meant no harm, please have mercy...shit, this never happens to Snow White.”
Charming’s plea for clemency is an earnest one, his tears are genuine. Behind the glamour lies a pathetic person, superficial and without meaning. In this moment I pity him.
“Amy,” the Stranger says to me, “it’s your call, but we need something for him to live, if not your revenge.”
I slowly nod my head and turn my attention to my father. “I can let my hate for you go father. You mean nothing to me. My mother is now at peace and beyond your reach. So whether my friend kills you or not I don’t care. But the only way you might survive is to give us something, anything that will get us to your creator.”
Charming turns his tear stained face to me. “I don’t know much I swear. But the little I do know is that certain of my kind are deep in the Dreamer’s confidence and they would know.”
“Which ones?” I question.
“The Easter Bunny.”
“Scratch him,” the Stranger says.
“The only other two I know of are Frosty the Snowman and Santa Claus. Find them and they will lead you to the Dreamer.”
“You know it’s against my better nature to let him go,” the Stranger tells me.
“I know. But we can always come back for him later if we wish.”
The Stranger nods. “It seems this is your lucky day Charming. But I suggest you get out of the gigolo business because when next we meet...” the Stranger leaves his threat blank, to be filled in later. He cuts Charming’s bonds and tells him to get the hell out. Charming does so without uttering a word. I watch him leave and offer a silent prayer to my dearly departed mother. The night might not have turned out the way we wanted but now we had real information to find the Dreamer.
“We won’t find either till winter,” the Stranger informs me with a glint in his eye. I sometimes forget just how long he has been on the trail.
“Christmas is not that far off.”
The Stranger smiles. “There’s plenty of mischief we can do between now and then. But tell me, are you okay?”
“Yes, I wish I knew exactly how I fit into the Dreamer’s scheme of things, but I’m okay.”
“We’ll find out all in time, I promise.”
“So what do we do now?” I ask.
The Stranger points out the window at six individuals crossing the street below making their way to the hotel.
“Who are they?”
“The Dreamer’s Brute Squad,” the Stranger replies ominously.
Little Red Riding Hood, Jack Frost, the Jolly Green Giant, the Wicked Witch, Pinocchio and the Pied Piper; the Brute Squad, the Dreamer’s number one hit team- and they have come for us.
Peter Jessop © November 2014
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