A/N: This is nothing more than a collection of some insight solos I'm writing for Vanessa Ives's character: her feelings, her thoughts and experiences throughout some of the episodes ― sometimes focused on her relationship with Dorian Gray more than anything else since that's my OTP in this show. These pieces of writing, which are connected to one another in a chronological way but don't follow a pattern, were previously posted on Twitter, on my Vanessa account where I'm currently roleplaying the Danessa ship with my incredible RP partner, Phantom. Thank you for the inspiration!

I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing. Please review!

Setting: S01 E01 - Opening scene - Night Work

Whisper

"Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum. Benedicta tu in mulieribus et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Lesus. Sancta Maria, mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus nunc, et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen."

Genuflected, I uttered the sacred Latin words I knew by heart over and over again vehemently. My black dress created a pool of lacy fabric around my penitent self as my fingers squeezed one another even tighter and the incessant whispering prayers emerged from my pale lips in a more feverish manner. I was still trembling from the vivid dream I had had a while ago, stands of black hair were stuck to my sweaty forehead as I elevated my tormented emerald gaze and breathed out my supplication with the firm conviction that, perhaps, if I entrusted myself to the Almighty, the voices and visions torturing my soul would fade into oblivion at last.

But none of that happened.

Not sooner were my eyes on the wooden image of the crucified figure before me than I realized that my prayers were not being heard. A spider… A single spider was crawling out from behind the crucifix but there was no hole in there, no fissure from which it could come out… out…It simply appeared. Out of thin air...

Icy chills rushed down my spine and all I could do was gasp and bring my entwined fingers up to my lips as fear unleashed upon me. "This cannot be!", a shaky voice whispered from the darkest corners of my mind and I closed my eyes, froze in place as I held onto the hope that my faith could be stronger than this.

But then, I felt it.

Those tiny little legs moving along the length of my arm, creeping all the way up... Nothing could be more of a vivid proof that I could not escape my fate, or who I was, than this. Staring at the arachnid resting over one of my fingers, I knew I was doomed, cursed… This was real. I could see things no one could see, things that no one should see…

Why did I have to go through this again? Why me? Why was this happening to me? Why did I have to listen to this? All of this? I just wanted everything to go away…

Hot tears began to roll down my pallid cheeks as the voices continued calling to me, louder and louder as their hold around my heart was inescapable. The grasp around it only grew stronger with each and every beat. I couldn't fight nor refuse it. It was too late. Their demanding influence squeezing my fragile vital organ firmly and soon sinking its spiky claws in it, securing it until I finally broke and gave in.

"Soon, child. Soon."

"I'm hungry…"