A Midsummer’s Night Scream:
Shakespearian Enchantments to Punish the Unrighteous
Loki didn’t think Shakespeare had ever written a book like that, but arguing in a town where Snow White was a vampire was pointless.
A sudden breeze combed through the house and Fable’s pigtails loosened and flipped back in the wind. She stared angrily at Loki and Axel.
“I am sorry, Loki,” she said, not sounding sorry at all. “I can’t let you leave the house because I can’t let you kill Snow White.”
Loki was going to hit himself in the head with a sponge hammer for the bazillionth time. When was he ever going to meet cute girls who didn’t turn monstrous when mad?
Fable adjusted her glasses, and started reading from her book. It was a spell, in some language Loki had never heard and went like this:
Shaka ree maka nee
Teka teti teka zee
Door re moor no tamor
Tether thether ola orr
The breeze turned into a swirling wind, escalating to a mini storm inside the house, spiraling madly as all doors and windows shut on their own. Itsy and Bitsy ran to each window, sewing their cobwebs, creating their own crossbars over them, and trapping everyone inside the house. Bitsy didn’t forget to write dork for Axel on one of the windows.
“It’s a tethering spell to trap people within a house. Only this one makes sure that the house itself won’t let us out,” Axel said. “Why can’t you just say: Double, double, toil and trouble?” Axel yelled back to Fable as he ducked behind the couch, avoiding the cyclone. It hit Loki instead and he fell back. Every door, window, or shaft was closing, conjuring dimness into the Candy House.
Fable continued chanting, breathing heavily, her hair loose and flapping behind her. This side of her was really scary, but Loki knew everyone had a little bit of ‘scary’ in them.
When the mini-cyclone finally faded, Fable was panting. She let the thick book drop, and slumped upon the couch with a smile on her face. She was weakened from the power it took out of her to cast the spell.
“Now, I’m sure Snow white will be safe from you,” She blew out a long phew.
Loki stood up, wanting to leave the house and forget about this crazy family. When he reached for the doorknob, it was so hot he had to pull away. The books and vases on the shelves shook nervously. Stubbornly, Loki grabbed a kitchen stool and hit it against the window but the spider web bounced it back like a rubber band.
“It’s no use, Loki,” Axel said, still hiding behind the couch. “I was held prisoner for a week in this house when I denied her request for going out on her first date.”
Loki stood up again and sat on a chair opposite of Fable on the couch. She sort of smirked and giggled at the same time. The problem with Fable was that whatever she did, silly or not, deadly or not, she still looked innocent enough Loki couldn’t choke her or throw her out the window. The way she changed from pure heaven to pure hell was astounding and adorable, although painfully unbearable. No wonder she sympathized with Snow White.
Loki’s real problem was that he wasn’t used to caring about Minikins, let alone dealing with their quirks. He didn’t know that part of loving people, friends, and family was to deal with their dark times as much the times when everyone was shining bright. It just didn’t make sense to him.
“Ok, Fable,” Loki said, resting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands together. “Let’s talk this over like two sixteen-year-old adults.”
“I am fifteen…and a half.”
“I know. I’m not even sixteen yet but you get the point,” Loki said. “Let’s just find a solution that will make everyone happy.”
“I’m happy the way I am,” she held her chin up. “As long as you’re trapped in here, Snow White is safe.”
“Believe me; I don’t have a clue how to kill her. I thought that my problem was that I couldn’t stake her, and then when I did by entering the castle in daylight, I found out that she controls her dreams. She is much stronger than any vampire I’ve seen. There is no way I can harm her now.”
“But you want to, right?” Fable leaned forward, posing and giving him that look.
“I have to,” Loki leaned back in his chair, almost embarrassed he said that. “Do you know how it feels not to remember who you are, how it feels being punished for something you have done but don’t remember? If I stay here, I don’t know how I am going to live. Sometimes, I feel I don’t know what’s wrong or right, what’s bad or good. I don’t know where I belong.”
“You’re stupid, Loki,” she said. “You keep asking all the wrong questions, and forgetting the most important: Why are you still alive when she could’ve just killed you? Because she needs you to save her,” Fable said. “She needs you, and all you keep thinking about is how to kill her.”