Cinderella Re-Write

I pulled the hems of my dress up as I pressed closer to the floor dragging the rough brush against the marble floor in grudging strokes. The daughters of a hag, which they probably where since step mother did look like a hag, had given me the job of cleaning the whole house spotless. I narrowed my eyes, staring down the hall taking in the large task ahead and sighing with all my diminishing hope trickling away like running water. Thats when I suddenly heard a faint tapping.

I cautiously paused in my work and moved towards the clouded window pulling back the long strands of my lose hair, I suddenly recoiled back as I stared into dark beady eyes. My stomach lurched up into my throat as the doorbell rang through out the house. I turned my heard away for a moment to stare at the large ominous oak doors and when I returned attention to the window, I saw nothing, not even the rustling movement of trees in the distance.

I turned and took a timid step towards the door. My demeaning step sisters and hagged step mother, where currently out at the ball this evening where they where most likely being presented to many eligible bachelors, and of course the Prince-

I had pulled open the door and the one who occupied the arched space in front of me was the Prince. My heart fluttered uncontrollably as I came to terms that this was merely no dreaming concoction my mind had created. Here I stood, wide eyed with my grime cover maids attire and all I could muster to say was... nothing. Not one syllable pressed through my mouth. I was stunned beyond belief. Yet what was he doing here?

It was not as though my step mother had invited him as, she would surely be here with her daughters waiting in anticipation.

"Cinderella."

My name; It severed the silence. The way he uttered it was the way of a man who had found the holy grail of life. It was my first time ever laying eyes on the Prince and that he knew the name of a girl who appearing in the attire of a servant. Knew my name, was astonishing.

What followed couldn't have brought me any closer to believe this situation was reality.

"My true love."

I stood stunned, unmoving and captured. My head told me that this didn't happen, love at first sight, yet I felt something blossom deep within my heart. The prince in his tailored royal suite, promptly came down to rest on one knee. Suddenly, a box of black velvet appeared at his side and I showed know attention to how odd its being there was.

By breath hitched as soon as he opened it and I saw a crystal glass slipper. It was rumoured to be what lead him to his Queen. Lifting my bare foot, he slid it smoothy into the slipper. Perfect fit.

Something suddenly came overcame, like a veil of pulsing light and when I looked down at myself, I saw my maid uniform replaced by a glittering light blue dress. My hands where gloved in the same a lighter tint than the dress. I instinctively moved my hands up to my blond hair and felt it was pulled back in a bun.
Visions of a future full of vast riches clouded my mind and I went into a spiral of what could be. I gave in and let myself be pulled deeper.

Sounds of wicked laughter engulfed my ears and I brought my gloved hands to my ears trying to block out the sound. That's when I noticed something had changed. The prince was still there, but he was different. His whole body seemed ablaze with a demonic fire. I stubbled back, trying to pull away, but I was forcefully drawn back against my will.

My body came into contact with the fire and I let out an unearthly cry of suffering, one that ran deep into the depths of hell. My foot ignited with pain and looking down I saw the glass slipper burning into my foot. What kind of evil was this?

I started whispering prayers of help, begging to be released, but it was too late. He had sunk his claws deep into my soul. I was captured. I stopped all my struggle and found that the pain slowly receded into a numbing distant ache that no longer reached my mind. I was fading fast.

As my soul was drawn away from my mortal body, I stared into the eyes of the prince and saw the beady eyes of a crow. I know knew my soul was been harvested by the reaper who had turned my hopes against me. The reaper had cause me to love so easily and in doing that I had given myself away as a whole.

Leaving my body there to wither the reaper transformed into a black bird and disappeared into the folds of the dark night.

Another soul of love...
Captured.