“I know you know what I am.” She moved close to him and he could smell her perfume, yet underneath there was the pervading stench of rot and age. “But knowledge will not save you.”
Sam could see his brother’s eyes widen, fear, but not for himself, fear for Sam.
“I’m not going to kill you.” Anastasia shook her head again; “I did not kill one of those who came before you. I gave them new life, a chance of survival.”
Sam wanted to frown but he couldn’t. She must have seen it in his eyes because she came close again, scraping long nails down his furry arm, the bear suit even more ridicules in their dire situation.
“Have you ever wanted to know what it felt like to be someone else? Something else? Take my PA for instance; she was obsessed with her appearance, with her looks. She spent hours getting ready for work in the morning, primping and preening,” she laughed. “A vain little peacock.” Her eyes wandered to the elegant swan girl. “So I turned her into one.”
An episode-length fanfiction.
Overall Rating: ++++
Read it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1149559