Grimm Tales: The Juniper Tree

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Grimm Tales: The Juniper tree

Alexander look at the tree, then to the house. This tree had a long history of death and violence. He remembers the first time he ran into it. He cant recall the decade but he knows its when cocaine and heroine was the biggest rage that most people loved to do illegally. He just happened along a mother who was having troubles. She married a wealthy man who had a son, she had a daughter. He died from heartfailure one day, all the money was left to his son. Which was all fine and good except the son had a......thing for his step sister.

Their favorite thing was doing lines of heroine. Now the mother wanted them to be done with it, but he insisted that its his house, his money, his drugs. He went so far to almost pursuade his step sister into going steady with him and maybe elope. Well she figured she'd put a stop to it. Alexander did intervene by telling her of the juniper tree story. She did not listen. The daughter took the heroine by mistake and died in the hospital. She was buried under the tree. However, the prints on the bag belonged to the step son and her daughter, so he went to prison and she kept her mouth shut.

She did sell the house, only visiting every year to see her daughter's head stone. This is where we are up to date. The new family seemed nice. The wife married into a nice family, she had a daughter, and the step son was a vain prick. he was always working out, getting laid, and flaunted everything he had. The husband was killed in an auto wreck a month ago. Things were not looking to well. The son was threatening to throw them both out unless his litter step sister agreed to sleep with him, having a huge anxt for tight women.

The mother was desparate. Though she wanted him dead she did not have the means. She purchased a gun, and did everything to make it look like she needed some defence incase the worst should ever happen. This is where Alex decided to step in. He found her sitting on a bus stop bench, with a look on her face like she was contemplating murder and wrestling with the dark guilt of thinking about it. Nothing was said, he merely left the bench with a tip of his hat and left his book behind. She opens the book, curisotiuy got the better of her at least.

-------the story---

Once upon a time, there stood a large and beautiful Juniper tree. This tree sat on the estate of a wealthy nobleman. But this tree was different than most Junipers which normally live for a century or so. This tree however, stood its ground for nearly nine hundred years.

The legend was that it had been planted by a powerful magician an had the ability to make wishes come true. Not many beleived these stories, especially not the nobleman or his son or the nobelman's second wife or daughter. But perhaps they should have.

The siblings often spoke of leaving the estate. wanting to see the world, but the mother was a controlling woman. she wanted her daughter to marry into a wealthy family, and wanted all the money her late husband left to the son. It was all true though, The mother was lonely and could not bear to see her daughter leave. But more than that, she did not trust her stepson and with good reason. The rumors throughout town where mostly true, a young man with a past of both philandering and theivery. No, this was not the man for her precious daughter, and she would need to make sure they never grew close.

The mother was haunted by nightmares of those two sleeping together in bed, even haunted callings of the tree. She always awoke to seeing her daughter asleep in the bed next to her. She needed peace of mind, and the time to act was soon.

She lured him down to the basement. She clamed that she left her daughter's dowry in the rusted chest years ago and needs to get it open. His strong body wrestled with the chest and preid it open, as he reach down, he didnt notice his step mother behind him. As soon as he stood up with a dull gold mirror, her axe came down and took his head. Laster that night she burried him at the juniper tree, wishing to have his fortune.
It was several weeks past. No one knew what became of the young man. The big rumor was he got eaten by forest wolves. Some say he ran off with a harlot or gypsies. In any case, the mother got the entire fortune,and her daughter. The end? Not really. One month later on a full moon, the daughter was brought to the tree by the cawing of ravens. They all spoke to her, saying how the mother killed him, burried him, and took his fortune.

As for the mother, she found a note left behind. The daughter wrote how she found out the dirty secret and plans to join him soon in the hereafter. Telling her that money wont buy happyness and hopes she enjoys her wicked lonely life. The mother found the daughter hung from a branch of the juniper tree, being eaten by ravens...as for the mother? she had her fortune, but her eyes were pecked out by the ravens, blind, wealthy, and alone.

----back to reality-----

She closed the book, and shook her head. She didn't want to kill her stepson, just wished he did not do what he planned. She went home, hoping to settle things, tell him off, leave, and start a new life with her sweet girl. Sadly that was not the case. The stepson took a new steroid from an enchanting benefactor, the bottle containing the chemical had nothing but a snowflake sigil.

He had an impressive body. He stood at a good 6'6, had a narrow 32 weistline, all the muscles in his body was all upper body for some one who was 350 now. It made him look disproportionate. He had big 30 inch arms, and a very wide back and chest, notto mention a ridged roid gut. Sadly for his step sister, his roid rage forced him to rape her. She was a ripped, ravaged corpse.

She could not stand to see her daughter that way. She pulled the gun from her purse, and shot him in the one spot the muscle would be thinest. She shot him right between the eyes. The cops didnt bother with it too much. Took it as a severe case of roid rage, kepthis body for study. She got the money, and the house. She burried her daughter at the juniper tree, and wept, now there would be 2 headstones instead of one. It seemed the traditional curse on this plot of land. However, she did not make a wish.

The tree roiled, grumbled, and swelled. She was freaked, she stepped back as an eerie yellow light shined from the tree, splitting open like an egg as a demon pulled itself from the tree. It was a marvelous and horrible site. The figure was an eight foot tall humanoid without the long twisted horns. The head was a goat, the legs where a goat, the rest was human, including the phallus.

Before she could scream, the goatman demanded she make a wish. But to her amazement the mysterious stranger came to her rescue, that man was Alexander von Grimm. Grimm never met this kind of creature before, but it was not unheard of. The knights templar supposedly worshiped a goat headed demon named baphomet. He whips open his book, holding it in one hand and aiming his other at the goat demon.

"Ancient Demon, Of tree and Earth. I command you now, to leave this Hearth. By Solomon's Law and ancient Rite; into the book I command this night. Be thee bound, in pages old, now grow silent, grow still, grow cold." The book opens, swirling like a whirlpool as it sucks the demon inside. He closes the book, intending to do research an add entries to this new chapter.

He pats the woman on the shoulder, making her forget this horrible event. The next day he gets on the bus, getting a phone call to go to Alaric, Massacheusets. It seems the omens are stating that something big is going down. One of the big rumors going on is a strange goat demon going about in the woods and people vanishing from exsistence.