Donatella In Leotards (Part Deux)

Once upon a time....a bit after the last time we picked up on the story...

Princess Donatella from a far away kingdom was left heart-broken by a peasant and confused by life. Normally this is where the author of the fairy tales would cue the Fairy-Godmothers. I, on the other hand, refuse to call up old women who are convinced they can wave a stick around and turn pumpkins into carriages. For crying out loud everyone knows pumpkins make rockets not carriages. Hmphh...Fairy Godmothers need to lay off the wine, if you know what I mean...

Moving on...

Princess Donatella had learned from an early age that if you wanted something done right, then you had to do it yourself. She stared at the mirror in her vanity table. The dark makeup in her eyes was as much alluring and provocative as it was bloodcurdling. Picking up her red lipstick she played it against her soft lips and smiled at the mirror. Her dark curls cascaded down her back and she could see why men would fight to the death for her.

Placing a dark leotard on and slipping open-toed boots onto her feet she smiled. She grabbed a black knee-length leather jacket from the back of her chair and put it on, shaking her hair around. Donatella looked at the night from her window in the top part of the tower of the castle. She smiled provocatively. The night was young and she had work to do.

Grabbing the snowy sheets from her bed she held the end and jumped from her window using the bed sheets as a parachute she landed safely on the ground. She stared around and watched as the guards around her marched in unison watching over the castle in the dark. She fixed her leather jacket and ran swiftly through the gates of castle, slipping past the sleeping guard without a sound.

The journey to the village was not long and as she grabbed hold of a moving vehicle she could feel the adrenaline, the desire, the thirst building up inside her again. As the village light grew brighter Donatella jumped off her ride and hid behind the walls of a stoned house.

Her hazel eyes quickly swept the empty street and moved out onto it. As we walked past the light filled street all that could be heard was the clicking of her heels onto the cobblestones and the swish of her leather jacket against the wind. She was not scared, for she knew no one would recognize her.

She swooped through streets and corners, Donatella did not stop. As she reached her destination she felt the thirst inside grow into pure desire. She smiled brightly at the dark oak door and knocked firmly twice.

The door creaked for a bit before the lock clicked and it swung open, inside was the peasant with tired eyes and nothing but his undergarments. Donatella smiled her lopsided smirk and the peasant gulped. Placing a hand on his chest she pushed him in the door and walked in. She whispered a few words into his ear and just like anyone to whom Donatella talked to, he was swept up by the power of her words.

It wasn't long before the peasant was laying on his back on top of the bed. Donatella swung her legs around his hips and let him kiss her neck then she pinned him back and with a sly smirk she leaned down over him and kissed his lips oh so swiftly...

The peasant looked at Donatella's eyes for a moment, his own bulging in despair. Donatella got up. The peasant strangled on the bed as the poison slipped down his throat and burned in his veins. The princess put her hands to her lips and pulled the clear plastic that had contained the poison away from them. The Peasant convulsed a few times and then...he was no more. All was still as Donatella placed her red lipstick on her lips again. She walked to the peasant and kissed his forehead leaving her mark.

She opened the door of the stone house and the wind swept her hair back. She felt free for a moment. Everyone got what they deserved. And then the heat of the moment died down and she was left alone in a dim lit street in the middle of the night. She looked at her leotard placed a hand over it imagining what had happened just moments ago.

And the thirst built up again...