Chapter 3

The next few days seemed like heaven to the twins. They were given their own room to sleep in, they were fed properly. They had water to drink and bathe in and could play outside as much as they wanted and most of all they had warmth of a sheltered house on top of themselves. The two twins would play for hours before the tired out, they would spend time by a nearby river, they would play with the animals; yet in their own torturous ways. Even after experiencing such kindness and warmth of the Old Witch, their insanity still remained. Night time and they would all eat dinner together. The Old Witch would have Gretel clean the dishes while Hansel went out to collect some more fire wood generally. The Old Witch would also help Gretel learn cooking and a few other interesting hobbies. Though on a dangerous night, the Old Witch asked the twins to go to bed early and they did so. But little did they know that the dangerous night of planning by the Old Witch would turn into a dangerous set of events.

The twins lay in their warm bed snuggling up to one another. Gretel ran her hand down Hansel's neck as he let out a low moan. Their sickness began. Hansel put his hand on her cheeks pushing his body closer to hers. She blushed knowing how wrong it was yet how right it is in their own world. Gretel closed the distance between herself and Hansel more so putting her forehead up to his. Their forehead now touching, both feeling each other's heat and feelings. They smile at one another running their hands through each other's body. Gretel takes her hands and places them on Hansel's eyes closing them. She then brought her lips closer to his intertwining them together. Hansel took pleasure from her and returned it with his own kisses. The two moaned in pleasure and giggled at their own forbidden act of love. Gretel then moved in for the prize, his blood. The thought of it drove her mad as she was now filled with ecstasy. She kissed her brother's neck, pecked at it with her lips and gently bit at it only to bring further pleasure to Hansel. And he in trying to keep up did the same; he needed her, her blood, her love and her warmth. Both kissed each other's neck for moments in time when their necks were soft enough to be had. Both slowly dug their sharp teeth, another outcome of being in the wild. They dug deep into each other's neck, the piercing, the pain yet the pleasure. The happiness and the warmth, the feeling of being alive; a feeling these two crave for each night. And finally the blood as it slowly drips out of their teeth marks on each other's neck. They then lick, lick and lick the blood, they moan, they giggle, they kiss, they hold hands finger to finger and they lie on the bed satisfied. They are vampires of the night and day. Torture in the day and pleasure in the night, it truly was an ecstasy life they led.

Late in the night the twins slept still intertwined sharing their warmth. A figure entered their room in the dark. Eyes glowing like a bat in the dark and moving quietly like a cat. The figure moves closer reaching its hand out towards Hansel. Slowly the figure pulls out Hansel from Gretel's grip and pulls him towards itself. The figure takes Hansel over her shoulder and starts to walk out. The figure now moves in the house gently and quietly still, walking into a room with a cage. It puts Hansel into the cage gently and locks the cage taking the key and hiding it away. The figure walks away, the figure of the Old Witch, and so the suffering begins anew.

Morning comes and Gretel awakens. She finds a spot left alone and cold, she looks around in panic and so Hansel is gone in her mind. He is gone from her sights, he is gone from her touch, he gone somewhere she cannot feel his presence any longer. Gretel stepped out of her room walking through the house feeling cold settle in on her. She needed him; she was him in a sense. Gretel continued to walk through the house only to find a caged Hansel who was frantically trying to open the cage. Gretel ran up to him as Hansel screamed in relief, 'Dear sister! You're safe thank god!" and he still tried to open the cage. Gretel watched on helplessly and started to take notice of the cage and its lock.

"It's locked...we will need a key" she spoke gently.

Hansel looked at her in panic and slowly started to calm down understanding the situation. "Dear brother...Hansel...try to survive. I'll try my best to retrieve the key to the cage. Only that old lady will have it." and so Gretel then left placing a soft kiss on her brother's hand. The Old Witch could be heard about making her way towards Hansel's cage and in time Gretel ran away from that spot. As she ran she remembered the words her brother told her, the words which kept on giving her the determination she needed, yet the words she needed to come to terms with.

So time passes, the Old Witch would fatten Hansel up to her own taste and then eat him. She would then do the same with Gretel, but things don't always work as planned. Five meals a day Hansel was to be fed, but knowing that the Old Witch had very weak eyesight, he gave the impression of eating all his meal yet only ate the ones he needed to. Hansel had made the discovery of what looked like to be a finger bone in his cage; probably the previous captive. And so he was back to his planning and thinking, Hansel made a plan. All the while Gretel looked for a way out for both her brother and herself from this woman's clutches. Gretel was treated the same as she was when first met with the Old Witch but now there was a cold spot beside her, the spot her brother used to occupy. Gretel would search the house up and down finding nothing some days while some days finding tools of their escape only to fail her. So the search continued for Gretel as Hansel continued his brilliant scheme of frustration. Whenever the Old Witch would've come to feel the fat build up on Hansel, he would simply point out the bone finger to the Old Witch and cursing her failing eyesight, she would take Hansel's word on the fact that he was still thin. Yet as time went by she began to grow frustrated and was running very low on patience. But at the same time Gretel made a discovery which could guarantee their escape. The Old Witch roamed in the house in frustration feeding Hansel and cleaning the house. Gretel at times accompanied at felt happy knowing her brother is safe and lightly laughed on the inside at his antics with the bone. In a sense they were torturing the Old Witch for their own amusement yet at the same time trying to accomplish their freedom. Gretel had finished helping the Old Witch for the day and so she decided to go outside. Walking into the woods near a tree surrounded by bushels she took a gun out of it. Gretel held up high aiming at the sky and then all around herself, she smiled with a twisted smile. Gretel pointed the gun at a deer that was at a distance, she aimed and pulled the trigger. Bam! A loud sound roars through the sky, birds fly away and the deer lies flat on the ground without given the chance to run away. Gretel walks close and bends down looking at the deer, satisfied at her catch with the gun she took a bit of its blood and drank it.

"Hmm...yours isn't as good as my dear brother's but it is better than that lion's I suppose" Gretel spoke looking at the dead deer's face. Then she started to giggle as she began to take a knife and started to carve in the deer's body torturing its dead body, no respect and just lust. After she was done, she left the body there saying a little prayer for the deer to go to heaven and left. Gretel so corrupted yet so pure; she kills and prays for her victims, she murders, she lusts and she is warm. Gretel practiced a lot more over the coming days and improved slowly, even with fast moving targets. It was then she realized the true meaning behind her brother's words to her, it was indeed all about surviving and living. Gretel then returned to the house after practice each session only to find the Old Witch growing more frustrated with the lack of fat growth on Hansel. Though the next day the Old Witch decided to finally eat him "be he too fat or lean" she spoke to herself.

The Old Witch proceeded to prepare the oven and during the midway of her preparations she decided she was hungry enough for Gretel as well. So the Old Witch created a plan, she would call Gretel over, ask her to check if the oven is ready and then push her in. Hansel could go in later. So the Old Witch put the plan into motion as she called over Gretel, Gretel obeyed. The Old Witch asked her to check the oven, but Gretel knew her true intentions, being in the wild had not only sharpened up her instincts but also her thinking. So Gretel played dumb, the Old Witch after explaining over and over again grew tired and backed away from the oven walking away in defeat. A twisted smile started to make its way onto Gretel's face. She then walked away into her room, looked under her bed reaching her arm into it. Pulled out the gun she practiced with and walked towards the Old Witch pointing the gun at her.

"Hello" Gretel said with a smile on her face.

"Dear...what are you doing?" replied the Old Witch in panic.

"You will free my brother and if you do not, I'll kill you" Gretel snapped back keeping that pure expression up still.

The Old Witch simply nodded getting up and started to make her way towards the area Hansel was kept in. But suddenly she ran as fast as her old body would allow her to for the door. The Old Witch managed to get to the door but as she opened it, she felt a sudden stinging sensation from her knees. She looks down and blood, bleeding, shot, bullet that went right through and pain. The Old Witch screams in pain as she falls down on the floor near the stairs to the escape as Gretel walks over to the Old Witch.

"Tch...all you had to do was open the cage door for my dear brother to get out from. But instead you just had to try it. Now what should I do with you? Cook you? Or kill you slowly by stabbing?" Gretel wondered to herself out loud.

"Please I'm sorry...I'm sorry...let me go!" the Old Witch spoke in pain thinking of how her own plan had back fired and these monsters now were in control.

Gretel lay her gun down now by the oven and walked back to the Old Witch dragging her towards the oven. The Old Witch taking notice of this started to plead for her life; offering riches and gifts the twins could not imagine. But Gretel ignored her pleas and brought a hammer and a few nails setting them by the gun. The Old Witch looked on in horror as Gretel looked at her with a pure and innocent smile. Hammer in the right hand, and nails in the left hand. Gretel slowly walks over to the Old Witch's legs, and points one nail at her right foot. With a strong swing she implants the first seed of pain. Gretel hammers harder and the nail digs deeper, so the screams increase in volume. The Old Witch wiggles in pain, she screams and thrashes about. Gretel looks at the Old Witch and laughs saying, "Look at you go! I love it the way you twitch each time I hit the nail!" and Gretel then goes to get another nail this time hammered into the other foot. Thus another session begins; screaming, thrashing and twitching. Then she moves onto the Old Witch's hands and soon the fingers individually. The Old Witch lay there still, breathing but barely. Gretel then searches the Old Witch and finds a key contemplating it to be the one for Hansel's cage, she walks over to Hansel's cage and frees him.

"Sister!" Hansel jumps out hugging Gretel and a small blush crosses her cheeks.

The twins then walk over to the Old Witch who lay on the floor twitching and gasping for air. The twins stand over her like an evil looming shadow watching her. The Old Witch is then dragged by the two towards the oven and then she understands the twins' intention of burning her alive. She nods in refusal and panic, she is crying and most of all she is regretting her own actions.

"Why did I take these two little monsters in?" the Old Witch thinks to herself.

But no matter how much she thinks it over, it will do her no good as the twins now with bent and twisted smiles push her into the oven. The Old Witch still twitching lays in the oven, Gretel closes the door and Hansel reaches for the knob. Gretel locks the door of the oven and Hansel sets it to high. Fire begins to emerge from the bottom of the oven slowly rising temperatures in the oven; the Old Witch begins sweating of both fear and death. The heat rises, her flesh begins to sizzle. The twins stand looking at the Old Witch with their pure, innocent yet murderous smiles. The hold hands wiggling their fingers in one another's, they laugh like little devils passing the time on torture of humans. They stand watching still at the now burning flesh.

"Its kill" Hansel begins.

"Or be killed" Gretel says coming terms to with such a phrase.

The Old Witch begins to scream more so, now her voice becoming charred. Slowly, slowly, slowly, it dies down and soon all is silent as the oven continues burning. The burning stops, the twins hold hands tight together. Gretel lays her head on Hansel's shoulder and Hansel looks at the oven in satisfaction. Both move closer and open the oven, smell of burnt flesh escapes as both the twins cough at first but get used to the smell. Some dried up blood also remains, the twins take it and eat it, taste it and spit it back out.

"Even burnt her blood tastes bad dear brother" Gretel comments and Hansel simply nods.

"We should head back right dear sister?"

"Yes we should. But will they accept us?"

"Who said I'm looking for their acknowledgment?" and a smile made its way across Gretel as Hansel finished.

Gretel gently wrapped the gun in a cloth concealing it, took a few food portions and wrapped them neatly in paper. Hansel browsed the house one last time; their room, their time, their love, their pleasure and their blood. The dining room where all would eat warm meals together, yet all this was kindness to only be stripped away. All that there truly was hunger of the Old Witch for young flesh. Hansel now remembered the sight of the Old Witch and smiled licking his lips; "I wish I could've gotten a taste for her blood..." he spoke to himself gently. All was packed, all that needed to be. The twins walked outside with new cloths on and locked the door behind them still carrying the key to the house. They figured it could be useful for them to hold onto the house in the future.

The twins walked day and night, during the day they survive, during the night they survive. In the day they eat, in the night they drink blood. It was a lifestyle their bodies had missed; the times they had spent together not only strengthened the twins' relationship but also their hunger for violence and blood lust. The two made their way back to their own house trekking through the forest. They could now easily navigate the forest as their instincts had far surpassed those of normal humans. Now standing at the door steps, Gretel and Hansel looked at one another and held hands. Gretel knocks gently on the door and they are greeted by a very surprised presence. Their Step mother. She stands in front of the twins jaw slacked; the Father soon follows pursuit and is left in surprise as well. Yet he seems to be a little relieved at the sight of his children. The adults make room for twins to enter from and they all enter into the living room as the Step mother looks on in anger and hatred of the twins; just two more gluttons. The Father however now is calm and happy on the inside, he feels relieved for their safety and existence.

"It's good you two managed to make your way back. We were so worried!" the Step mother spoke, yet the worry in her voice was obviously fabricated. The Father moved beside the Step mother and rested a hand on her shoulder in a defensive manner.

"He is protecting her?" the twins thought, "After all she has put us all through he will protect her? Very well then dear father...you've made your choice...now time to show ours."

With their thoughts sorted, Gretel suddenly took the wrapped merchandise behind her back and unwrapped it revealing it to be a rifle. The same one she had used against the Old Witch. She immediately fired a shot at the Step mother. The shot succeeded, piercing the Step mother's heart as she now fell to the floor bleeding. Gasping for air and relief, she stretched out her hand towards the Father and he simply looked on in horror.

"What have my children become?" he said to himself.

And then he heard a slight giggle escaping Gretel's mouth as she spoke "What are you talking about dear father? We're what you wanted us to be. Wild animals, that's why you left us in the forest right? And now you're not satisfied? Such a hard man to please right dear brother?"

"He sure is a hard man to please" Hansel said with anger building up inside. This was the man that betrayed the twins, this was the man that betrayed Gretel and let her be put in danger. To Hansel, all those who harm his sister are nothing but simple targets. Hansel walked over to a hidden cupboard behind one of the doors in the house and took out an axe. His weapon of choosing, a melee type. Gretel with her gun and Hansel with his axe. The murdering twins were now equipped and ready, as Gretel continued to shoot the Step mother on the floor while laughing. The Father started to run away only to be stopped by his daughter's mad rampage with her gun. He was shot, in the shoulder as he to bled now and Hansel came walking up to him. Hansel stared down at his father with cold eyes filled with malice, and he then took up his axe saying "You put Gretel, my dear sister in danger...its kill or be killed." and he swung his axe down as all noises from his father went silent. Gretel continued to shoot the Step mother while laughing and Hansel continued to dismember the Father's limbs with his smile growing on each swing. The devils have come and the devils have played.

Night time and the two finished their violent rampage against their parents. To them another evil was eliminated from this world. Gretel set down her gun and prayed for them both saying "Even though you two are bad people, I'll still pray for you." and so she did. Gretel finishes and Hansel settles down his axe looking contently at his sister's beautiful figure. He moves in closer whispering to her "Dear sister it's night time again...time for the vampires to come out and play."

Gretel giggled as she removed her attire and helped Hansel remove his. They both lay on their parents' bed kissing one another. Rubbing their body against one another. Licking each other all over. Licking their parents' blood off of each other's body. Kissing each other's neck, chest stomach, arms and legs. The two now delve deeper into their insanity. They laugh like monsters, they take pleasures like animals. They rub against each other nearly naked for warmth, they display forbidden affection to one another. They peck each other's neck, watch the blood flow and finally lick it experiencing the greatest of all satisfactions and pleasures. They are two vampires in the night. And when they finish, they lie on top of one another passionately. Breathing heavily, yet still kissing. Taking little breaks, holding hands and squeezing their hands. And at the end of it all, all laid bare as the two lie on the bed in the shining night, their parents dead. Step mother rolled up into a carpet and the Father dismembered and packed into a suitcase. Dawn comes and the twins throw away the bodies in the lake. Their slate of history wiped clean to begin anew. Pasts forgotten.

The twins now walk off, Gretel with her concealed gun and Hansel with his concealed axe. The two walk of hand in hand, two vampires that walk into the dawn, humanity forgotten. Wild animals, blood lusting and murderous. They walk off to make legends, legends into myths, and myths making the history. Two little vampires in the dawn.