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𝐁̶𝐀̶𝐂̶𝐊̶ ̶𝐅̶𝐎̶𝐑̶ ̶𝐁̶𝐋̶𝐎̶𝐎̶𝐃̶

𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒

Where lies the core of this fury? The seed was planted in my human years. Perhaps it was everytime my mother struck me that it germinated and took root. It watered the seed of rage and allowed it to grow and fester. Is the root of it perhaps buried in the memories of my father's outbursts, when he would lash out at me with vitriolic hatred?

I remember standing in front of my vanity mirror, counting every bruise my mother left behind. I would carve them on the dresser in tally marks, keeping track of so many that the tallies overlapped. The wall inside my closet had carvings of every word my father called me. So many words that they couldn’t be made out anymore.

𝙒𝙚𝙖𝙠! 𝙋𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙘! 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨!

He said it so much, I almost believed him. I questioned my own existence, wondering why I was the daughter who wasn't enough, the Ivory that didn't belong. Where did I fit? Where was my place? I would only fit alongside my brother Avery and once he was gone their decency towards me left with him.

The bruises may be gone, but I still remember their locations centuries later. This is why I devote myself to be physically flawless, I feel like somewhere beneath my skin the bruises my mother inflicted is still there. Where lies the core of their rage? I was only in the center of their rage because of my existence, which reminded my mother of her error. I was the product of her past mistake. Her outside child and my father knew it. Each time he looked at me, I wore the face of the man my mother betrayed him with. He isn't my real father and I'm not his child; this fueled his anger! That was his rage! None of it was my fault and I shouldn’t have suffered for it.

Centuries ago, I took both of their lives, but my fathers voice and words continue to echo in my mind. Now, I live with the gut-wrenching desire to prove him wrong. That I am not weak, worthless or pathetic.

𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥𝘺.

After death, I found myself facing my maker, and slowly, the determination I had told myself began to crumble. He would break me down and cover me with bruises in the same places that my mother did. He sought every chance to call me weak and pathetic, just like my father did. He knew which buttons to push and never hesitated to press them. 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮! He reveled in my fear and suffering. I'd cower and plead for mercy when 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮! That is my biggest regret!

𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩. 𝘋𝘈𝘔𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘚𝘌 𝘚𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘚!

I suppress these memories, but they keep resurfacing and causing turmoil in my life. Dante is unaware of my past. To him, my actions may seem savage. In Lestat's eyes, I was destined to be a force of fury on earth, but there was so much more hidden beneath the surface.

“Excuse me? Miss! 𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙨!”

The dim lights flash from above, reminding me of my solitude at the train station. While physically present, my mind wandered until the tall brunette woman approached. There is a visible concern in her eyes when she looks at me and fidgets with her bag.

“Miss, 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛!”

I’m confused at first but she’s pointing at my arm. I look down to take a look at it. My nails deeply embedded in my skin. I had clawed and clawed until my arm was bloody and raw. “Funny. I feel nothing.” I responded to her, throwing my head back in laughter. “I think you need some help!” Her hands trembled as she searched her bag for her phone. My laughter stopped and I stood up, my presence imposing. I snatched the phone from her hand and broke it into tiny pieces and let the shards rain down in front of her. “Help? Too little too late.” I said while she stumbled backward and lost her balance on her heels, falling to the ground. I stand over her, she's crawling back to escape me but I've already grabbed hold of her.

“I’m really not in the mood for this.”

I confessed while I dragged her to her feet like she was some rag doll, ignoring all her failed attempts to fight me off. I can smell her fear. Could even taste it on the tip of my tongue as I slammed her down into one of the seats and forced my hand over her mouth to muffle her screams. She thinks I will hurt her, and I have the power to do so, but why respond to her kindness with harm? On any other day I probably would have because that’s who I was but tonight was different. I felt different. I gazed into her eyes, my own lifeless, as if a dark, vacant hollow consumed me from within. I used the power of compulsion to control her mind, carefully speaking these next words so she can follow them.

“Forget everything that just happened here. You dropped your phone and it got ran over by a train. You met me. We talked and that was it.”

I dropped my hand from her mouth, seeing no other reason to stick around after this so I just turned on my heels and walked away.

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alicenafalco · 2 months

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𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃

𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵.

“𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪??”

The walls are painted with blood, as if it was a gruesome work of art. I can't help but feel like I'm drowning in a sea of red, unable to escape the horror of it all. The metallic taste a permanent flavor in my mouth.

I look around me, my heart racing and my senses heightened, trying to make sense of the blood that covers my hands and clothes. My mind is a fog, unable to recall the details of what happened here. All I can see is the anger in Dante's eyes, his betrayal a cold, hard knot in my stomach.

𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭, 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦.

The voice of Lestat De Lioncourt in my head is so recurrent that it blurs the line between my thoughts and his. Couldn’t be possible though, right? I watch Dante diligently tend to the wounds of his brother Antonio, which I had inflicted upon him. It's unfortunate that things had to escalate to this point, as it could have all been avoided had Antonio simply minded his own business.

I remember it all now, from the disturbance in the theater with Lestat to Antonio Falco's futile attempt to stop us with his badge. I didn't expect to encounter him tonight, but here we are. I didn’t plan on hurting him though. That was all Lestat and his lack of patience. I could see it all flash before my eyes.

The memories from. . .

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

I’m sitting in the last aisle and I have a clear view of the room. My eyes scan the crowded seats, studying the people sitting near the front and middle with a keen, predatory gaze. The dimming lights indicated the start of the film, but my purpose for being here was unrelated to the movie. I had taken the devil's hand and followed him under the pale moonlight, and now I was here. I am uncertain why I was so trusting of this. Perhaps my admiration for Lestat led me to disregard my better judgment.

𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨… 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

The words he uttered in my ear in that dingy alleyway next to the bar still send shivers down my spine. I had just satiated my hunger by feeding on a helpless soul, and yet, I chose to spare their life. He discovered that I was not satisfied with things as they were. Something within me was trapped, clawing and yearned for freedom. But how will I get my fill now in a movie theater?

I sense his dark presence lurking behind me, bringing a chill of death to the room. He moves my hair away from my ear and his lips graze my skin as he whispers in a deep, husky voice that sends my heart racing. “This is your show. These are your puppets and you are the master…don’t be afraid, Alicena. Pull the strings. Set the stage.” He whispered to me and like a switch had been flipped I got up from my seat.

With each step I took along the sidelines, I weighed my options for which aisle to choose. The anticipation grew stronger. “Eeny, meeny, miny, moe…” I stopped at row G and noticed a couple snuggled close, watching the screen. I intentionally blocked their view, and they looked up at me with annoyance. “Catch a man by his tongue. If he screams, don’t let him go.” The woman raised her brows at me “What’s your problem? Move.” she said while looking at her boyfriend “Do you know her or something?” She asked him but he shook his head “What? No?” He responded to her.

I should say something, like accuse him of being in my seat but that will be too boring. I want to incite chaos and I think I know just how. I shook my head at them “Oh, Now you don’t know me? You’re really going to pull that shit after the things we did.” That was just enough to stir the pot. She was pulling away from him now saying “I knew it! You’re such a liar!” She's about to create a scene, and I can't help but smirk at the thought. She lifts her bucket of popcorn and dumps it over his head, then attempts to leave, but I stop her and push her back down in her seat. “She’s a crazy bitch! Don’t believe a word she says!” As he shouted, I reached out and grabbed his jawline roughly, causing him to struggle in my grip as I forced his mouth open. “Those who lie don’t deserve tongues. Wouldn’t you agree?” I looked to her while ripping out his tongue and then dangling it in her face. “Tag, you’re it.” I said as I witness the terror washing over her eyes as she starts to scream and flee. I realize she wasn’t the only one that saw what happened. The others started to scream and do the same. A shame that none of them will escape this room.

Lestat released a huff, which caught my attention, and it had an annoyed tone. Was he not impressed with my show? “We have company already, Alicena.” and just when he said it, someone was bursting open the door. I wasn’t expecting it to be someone so familiar. Antonio Falco. My husband’s brother. He was holding out a gun until I was in his view. “Alice?! What’s going on?” He’s already recognized me. There was no time to explain what was happening but he’s no stranger to vampires. He knows what’s happening and I’d like to finish what I started. “I take it I can’t get rid of him, no?” Lestat asked and I shook my head “No, Lestat. Go home Antonio. You weren’t here.” I said to him while turning away but he grabs me “Who the hell is he? Does Dante know about this? What’s happened to you? This doesn’t seem like you!”

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

I found myself grabbing him by the collar after those words struck a chord within me. “How would you know?” I throw him to the floor, causing the gun to fall out of his hand and then I hover above him. “What’s going on with you, Alice? If you hurt me he will never forgive you!” With a calculated ferocity, Lestat slammed his foot down onto Antonio’s ankle, causing a bone to crack beneath the impact, and as he screamed in unbridled torment, the sound filled my ears, the pain he experienced almost tangible in its intensity. Antonio wasn’t in my plans but every good film has a plot twist

The rest was a blur or at least I pretend it was because part of me still hasn’t embraced what’s awakened in me again.

“Answer me, Alicena. How could you hurt my brother? 𝙊𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧!”

There it was again, the ache in my heart for what I’ve done. That I made someone I loved so much feel this way. I didn’t just hurt an ordinary human. This was family but my mind didn’t allow me to care about that at the time. The damage was done now and Antonio can’t even look at me anymore. This was unforgivable in my lover eyes. What does he want me to say? That there’s a reason? That somehow I am still worth saving?

“What’s the point in answering you just for you to condemn her anyway?” Lestat said coming from around the corner and making his presence known “Who the hell are you and why are you answering for my wife?” Dante asked but this time Antonio intervened “That is Lestat De Lioncourt. He’s the one who has her mind all screwed!” Lestat's laughter at them was a mocking gesture that would only enrage Dante more.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 - 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥. 𝙏𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵.

“You want an answer? Fine! I did what I wanted but Antonio is alive and safe thanks to me.” My response was nonchalant, as if I didn't understand the gravity of the situation, but I did. We were already here, and there was no going back. “I’ll fix this mess and then we’ll go.” Like it would be that easy.

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯.

Dante walked in front of me, despite his own personal feelings towards this, he still handled me with a gentle softness that has the capability to melt any frozen barriers around my heart. “When you say we…you mean you and him, right?” He flat out asked me but I said nothing. If I were to leave him, what was it all worth? Everything we fought for. The life we built. All of our wedding vows would be invalidated. We promised to choose each other, but my brain is scattered and I feel lost. It felt like I was trapped in a game of tug of war, with Dante and Lestat pulling me back and forth like a rope.

I want to find my own voice in my head again so I seek it out and then I hold onto it.

“How is this about what either of 𝙮𝙤𝙪 want?”

My life is beyond the means of pleasing men. I never needed to seek their validation and they need to know that.

“Both of you have boxed me in, unable to see me beyond those constraints. 𝘿𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚'𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚! 𝙇𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙬𝙣!”

From this moment forward I am done. I needed to forge my own path again. My mind needs to be clear enough to think without their influence. Without looking back, I turned around and walked away, disappearing into the night, leaving them behind, before they could even try to change my mind.

𝐌𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.

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alicenafalco · 8 months

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𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭—II༻¨*:·.

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝. 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧. 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐬. 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞.

𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠…

Sometimes I know the blood is all I breathe. What if this hatred is all I can bring? I can blame the void for planting its emptiness in me but it’s something I’d heed to. I could let it all go but I cling onto it until the very death. . .

kind of like the soul of the victim that bleeds beneath my heels. Nolan hangs between the realm of life and death. In the end there can only be one.

He groans in pain, squirming in his own blood as it leaves him. He began to crawl across the concrete of the empty parking lot. He has a broken leg and a nasty open wound on his neck but still in all he fights. I can almost taste his desperation to live. I should find that touching but deep down is there any remorse left within me?

These intrusive thoughts have grown more intense. I can hear the voices and their mockery. They tell me how much they frown upon me.

“Had he just accepted you, this would’ve gone differently!”

I start to have regrets for the way Dante looked at me. I had hoped he turned away and didn’t fall into my dark embrace...

that I didn’t fall for him as hard. Did I really think I could suppress who I was? Is that even what he wanted? Things exploded between us today. We said so much but neither of us heard one another.

𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙊𝘿𝘼𝙔

The walls around me felt suffocating. My flesh aches for the one touch I long for.

Was it separation anxiety? Is it an extension of my obsession with him?

I spent a while watching the clock. 𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘰𝘤, 𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘰𝘤. It was nauseating and I was still moments away from Dante returning from taking care of his families business. I tried mingling amongst humans before. I had a fashion line back in New York that was quite the success but eventually who I was came back to haunt me. It would never work if mixing amongst them meant I had to be quieter, more docile and careful instead of carefree.

I think Dante mingles amongst them a lot more than needed but selfishly I don’t acknowledge the part that he’s half human as much as I should.

I thought there was a way I could mix our worlds or at least try. It’s what I vowed.

I got dressed up in my best black dress that hugged me perfectly with a new pair of black heels. I even curled my platinum locks for this occasion and put on the shade of my most red lipstick.

I found a man in passing on his way to get coffee. I figured he’d make the perfect lunch for Dante. This is what wives do. They bring their husband’s lunch. I entered Falco’s Inc, passing the security and pushing the man onto the elevator. For his sake he was compelled to obey…

When the elevator doors closed I turned to look at him. “I didn’t get your name. What is it?” I asked. “Nolan.” He responded while looking at me with a familiar blank stare. The only way a compelled human can ever look at you. With emptiness.

“Well, Nolan. I need you to look more delectable.”

I reached up to puncture his neck with my sharp nails, his blood spilling onto his white collared dress shirt.

The elevator opened and I tugged him with me down the halls, slipping past his assistant at the front desk. “Misses Falco—“ I ignored her as I continued down the hall and into his office. My heart skipped a beat the moment I caught sight of him. I hadn’t expected Dante to look up at me like he had seen a ghost. “Alicena, what are you doing?” He jumped up from his desk, quickly shutting the door behind me and turning to close the blinds. “Did anyone see?” He asked.

“What does it look like? I’m bringing you lunch.” I wasn’t expecting this reaction, in my head this had gone a lot differently.

“You don’t bring me someone bleeding from the neck at risk of everyone seeing you! Something can happen to you here! People aren’t as naive as you think!” He scolds me for this.

“So what?” I shrugged my shoulders and he starts loosening his tie as he repeated “So what?” He was more than angry with me as he continued. “My families name is on this business! Not all of them are like you and me!” I looked down to the exposed area of his neck that now has a reddish hue. I didn’t think this would work him up so much.

“And? If anyone heard or seen we can easily turn your lunch into a feast and make love in their blood after.” I walked closer him, my hands gently reaching out for physical touch I was feeling deprived of and Dante pulled away from me. It was like touching me had hurt. “I’m being serious, love!” I had never felt more disposed of. He’d always call me his 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅. The fact that he didn’t now kind of stings. “I don’t bring that part of myself here! Too many humans!”

I chimed in before he could continue.

“Humans are beneath me! A means to survival and I will not cower to avoid making them uncomfortable!” I spun around to look at Nolan he’s sweating and barely hanging onto his balance. So much blood oozed out of his wound. I noticed the newfound silence that grew between us… but that wasn’t the only thing growing between us.

There’s a wedge growing too.

So much anger. So much resentment. It appeared out of thin air. This wasn’t us but it was now.

“Right… because it’s not like that isn’t half of who I am. I’m half human or is that half worthy and half not enough?” Anger in his voice to mask the defeat that his eyes couldn’t hide from me. “I- I never said that, Dante! I am just…I was trying to make an effort! Do you even appreciate it?”

Neither of us were in control anymore. We would let our words spew their venom…

“You said it yourself,Alicena!” The way he shouted at me was like an awful tug at my heart. “In fact you say it all the time! Part of me is beneath you! I’m not vampire enough for you!” And of course he was more than enough to me and I should’ve just said it.

“I didn’t know being “vampire” enough was even a thing. What you’re saying is furthest from the truth and the way I actually feel about you!” I can see my words wouldn’t be enough, they couldn’t even work as a bandaid. This wedge birthed from our rage was spreading wider.

“is it?” I was taken back by his doubt. I’d like to think that the matching bands around our fingers was more than enough proof. How far I had pushed myself beyond my own comforts because that is what love was. Would it ever be enough to suppress what I have caged inside? “You know, I think I heard you loud and clear! I have things to finish up here and … and I want you to leave, Alicena! And take him with you before he dies.” He insisted that I leave and he wouldn’t even look at me anymore.

𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙀𝙉𝙏

My own sharp canines claimed my wrist, I force it up against Nolan’s lips so he can drink from me. “You’re dying again, Nolan and it’s exhausting.” I wasn’t done with him yet. I wouldn’t be until he takes my pain.

It’s been hours since I’ve spoken with Dante. I was certain that I’d lose him now. I was afraid of that toxin seeping in and sweeping him from underneath me. The toxin uses Lestat as its vessel… unbeknownst to me and Dante.

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧. . .

Lestat possesses power that makes him different from the average vampire

Two of those being telepathy and mind reading of many.

It is easy for him to plant ideas in the mind just as well as manipulate thoughts.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐨

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𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭. ༻¨*:·.

𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧. . .

What does it feel like to have a voice but feel like the cords were stolen? Or to be strong but feel your strength didn’t exist? These are the reasons I couldn’t be reliant on anyone ever again. I will n e v e r have it all and I don’t want it all anyways. At least that is what I told myself when I crossed paths with Dante Falco. I see traces of myself in his soul whenever I look into his eyes. Whatever our souls are made of I knew his and mine were the same. That we shared the same darkness that could snuff out any light.

Fate wanted us together. Our names were spelled in the mist.

I knew that now just as I knew it the moment he found me. The night still plays over and over again. How he found me with blood pooling from my knuckles. I was covered in dirt and shattered glass. If he looked close enough I’m sure he’d find pieces of me in it too. Another rampage for another decade of disappointment. Immortal life. You can say it comes with the territory.

I devoted most of mine to causing pain. The immature vampire. The brat princess killing whatever in my path for the thrill of it. I couldn’t find my purpose so I convinced myself it was to bring death. That this was the intention for my dark gift. I’m not ignorant to the way I have paved for myself. Any suffering I endure was the karma I deserved. I couldn’t blame my past or my wretched father or mothers cruelty for my decisions. They have been dead for decades. Killing them didn’t slay my demons. The demon I needed to slay was the one in the mirror staring back at me. I pass her every day and for whatever reason I spare her.

“𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅…”

Calls from a raspy whisper that was familiar and soft. One that my heart heeds to. A name of endearment that warms me whenever he called to me. “Another restless night?” Dante asked because he knew me well. At times when I should enjoy sleeping near him I would stay awake instead and think of all the wrong scenarios that soured my mood.

His fingertips moved gentle and swift to invade through my blonde tresses, grazing my scalp to tangle his fingers inside. Dante pulled me from my self sabotaging thoughts. It was only then did I realize I was no longer carrying the burden of Alicena Ivory. My weaknesses. My past. It had all been washed away once I had gotten a fresh start to be Alicena Falco. “No” My answer was dishonest and that’s why it didn’t land anywhere. Dante could always tell. I feel him shifting closer, his skin brushing against mine as he peels back the silk sheet. “When you lie to me it drives me even more mad now because we vowed honesty.” He moves my strands of hair away from my neck, leaning in so his lips could plant kisses along my exposed flesh. “I told you that I wanted you for all that you are….and for all that you were.” I was swept away in his passion as his lips continued down my neck, listening to the sweet whispers falling from them and I can hardly focus. I turned to him, my eyes finding his own as he said “And I crave you for what you’re meant for.” I arched a single brow before I asked “And that is what exactly?” Now I was just being stubborn and he knew it because he graced me with a contagious smile before he answered “You’re meant to be devoured, destroyed, worshipped and shown off like the Queen you are. Only by me of course.” With his way with words he could always take away my doubt.

“Only by you and death to anyone else who tries, right?”

Laughter escaped us both, sounds of a beautiful harmony bounces off each wall and afterwards I leaned in to claim his mouth with a kiss. I couldn’t deny that I enjoyed being in our world. It made me forget about all the dangers that lurk on the outside. My long list of enemies alongside his own. Could our world be too good to be true? Every now and then I find myself thinking about how long before the toxins seep in and taint everything. I could taint it all myself with just a single touch.

Perhaps that toxin stood quietly near our home and its using an angry Lestat De Lioncourt as its vessel. It was ready to take his vengeance on Dante for taking what he felt he was destined for.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞

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