The Grimm Diaries Prequels Volume 11- 14: Children of Hamlin, Jar of Hearts, Tooth & Nail & Fairy Tale, Ember in the Wind, Welcome to Sorrow, and Happy Valentine's Slay. by Cameron Jace Page B
Authors: Cameron Jace
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Gretel asked Wendy. Again, Hansel was just that nagging fly they both shushed away.
“So I heard,” Wendy said. Her fascination with London and vampires was obvious; her face shined when she mentioned them. No wonder she’d been turned into a vampire in London many years later—well, none of us really knew what happened to Wendy after that horrifying night. “I surely don’t know how Sweeny knows, but he must have the tools that show that certain teeth—or fangs— could grow longer and sharper.”
“I heard that if you hammer a small nail into fangs, they will have a reaction,” Gretel said. “But Hansel is right. We aren’t supposed to talk about vampires. I know students who got expelled for it.”
“The hell with rules,” Wendy said. “We’re being punished already, aren’t we? Look at this place. The school looks like a haunted house at night. We don’t even know if there are malevolent spirits with us here. All we know is that behind this door, a fellow student is being tortured by a barber.”
“Don’t get me started,” Gretel said. “I heard he killed women back there in London, chopped them with his razor, and made meat pie out of them—“
“I love meat pie,” Hansel was about to rant about it, only he was suddenly aware that he might have committed cannibalism if his weird sister’s story was true. He swallowed so hard he produced a loud noise like a croaking frog.
“You’re a little slow in comprehending, aren’t you?” Wendy pursed her lips. “And stop making those weird noises. I tell you what; the next time you want to say something, do me a favor and go puke in the bathroom. There is no difference, really.”
“Stop treating him like that,” Gretel snapped suddenly. Although she liked sharing stories with Wendy, she had always felt responsible for her brother.
Wendy shot her a humiliating look. Gretel had to avert her eyes again.
“That’s right,” Wendy snickered. “I like it when the woodcutter’s children behave. So, where was I?”
“Vampires,” Gretel mumbled. She mildly hated herself for not standing up for her brother, but she couldn’t resist the charm of wicked stories. Rarely did she meet someone with the same taste in creepy things like her. “Can I ask a question?”
“You can,” Wendy checked her finger nails. “He, should just eat mice.”
“Why is the Queen so keen about finding vampires in Sorrow? I know the King is always fighting them to protect us from them, but why does it interest the Queen so much.”
“I really don’t know,” Wendy shrugged her shoulders. “But we’ve all heard the stories about the crazy things that go on up there on the hill in the castle. There is a lot of talk about the Queen’s daughter. They say she is a vampire herself and that the intruders are interested in her. Maybe the Queen’s daughter isn’t her real daughter, just maybe,” Wendy raised her eyebrows.
“It doesn’t make sense,” Gretel considered. “If that was the case, why wouldn’t they just give the intruders what they want, and why would the king and queen even have a daughter that isn’t theirs,” she sighed. “We haven’t figured out what we should do about Sweeny Todd checking out teeth. We need a plan.”
Suddenly, they heard the girl inside the office scream. I supposed she was screaming from the pain the dentist bestowed on her, but it was hard to be sure.
The three of them stood staring at each other, and not only Hansel made the frog sound now, but all of them.
“That’s it,” Wendy snapped. “I am out of here and I don’t care if I get expelled. I hate school anyways.”
I sneaked a peek back at the window and saw the snow had piled up to the window’s edge and goblins were circling the school trying to get in. I had no choice; I had to warn them before they opened the door and let the goblins inside. While I didn’t care for Wendy, I pretty much cared for Hansel and Gretel. It was how we became friends
“So I heard,” Wendy said. Her fascination with London and vampires was obvious; her face shined when she mentioned them. No wonder she’d been turned into a vampire in London many years later—well, none of us really knew what happened to Wendy after that horrifying night. “I surely don’t know how Sweeny knows, but he must have the tools that show that certain teeth—or fangs— could grow longer and sharper.”
“I heard that if you hammer a small nail into fangs, they will have a reaction,” Gretel said. “But Hansel is right. We aren’t supposed to talk about vampires. I know students who got expelled for it.”
“The hell with rules,” Wendy said. “We’re being punished already, aren’t we? Look at this place. The school looks like a haunted house at night. We don’t even know if there are malevolent spirits with us here. All we know is that behind this door, a fellow student is being tortured by a barber.”
“Don’t get me started,” Gretel said. “I heard he killed women back there in London, chopped them with his razor, and made meat pie out of them—“
“I love meat pie,” Hansel was about to rant about it, only he was suddenly aware that he might have committed cannibalism if his weird sister’s story was true. He swallowed so hard he produced a loud noise like a croaking frog.
“You’re a little slow in comprehending, aren’t you?” Wendy pursed her lips. “And stop making those weird noises. I tell you what; the next time you want to say something, do me a favor and go puke in the bathroom. There is no difference, really.”
“Stop treating him like that,” Gretel snapped suddenly. Although she liked sharing stories with Wendy, she had always felt responsible for her brother.
Wendy shot her a humiliating look. Gretel had to avert her eyes again.
“That’s right,” Wendy snickered. “I like it when the woodcutter’s children behave. So, where was I?”
“Vampires,” Gretel mumbled. She mildly hated herself for not standing up for her brother, but she couldn’t resist the charm of wicked stories. Rarely did she meet someone with the same taste in creepy things like her. “Can I ask a question?”
“You can,” Wendy checked her finger nails. “He, should just eat mice.”
“Why is the Queen so keen about finding vampires in Sorrow? I know the King is always fighting them to protect us from them, but why does it interest the Queen so much.”
“I really don’t know,” Wendy shrugged her shoulders. “But we’ve all heard the stories about the crazy things that go on up there on the hill in the castle. There is a lot of talk about the Queen’s daughter. They say she is a vampire herself and that the intruders are interested in her. Maybe the Queen’s daughter isn’t her real daughter, just maybe,” Wendy raised her eyebrows.
“It doesn’t make sense,” Gretel considered. “If that was the case, why wouldn’t they just give the intruders what they want, and why would the king and queen even have a daughter that isn’t theirs,” she sighed. “We haven’t figured out what we should do about Sweeny Todd checking out teeth. We need a plan.”
Suddenly, they heard the girl inside the office scream. I supposed she was screaming from the pain the dentist bestowed on her, but it was hard to be sure.
The three of them stood staring at each other, and not only Hansel made the frog sound now, but all of them.
“That’s it,” Wendy snapped. “I am out of here and I don’t care if I get expelled. I hate school anyways.”
I sneaked a peek back at the window and saw the snow had piled up to the window’s edge and goblins were circling the school trying to get in. I had no choice; I had to warn them before they opened the door and let the goblins inside. While I didn’t care for Wendy, I pretty much cared for Hansel and Gretel. It was how we became friends
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