"A whole unarmed family?"
She was a bit shocked. That seemed to horrific, even for Valentine.
Clarissa had taken on dozens of men and women in combat.
But to take down an entire unarmed family? that seemed much different.
She could kill Robert without batting an eyelash, he deserved it for what he did to her family.
"Yes, Clarissa." His tone bored and unaffected.
"But father, the children.." Valentine, who had been working on some papers and hardly paying attention to his daughter suddenly looked up at her.
"I am well aware of that" He snapped.
"You can't expect me to murder an unarmed child!" Valentine gave his daughter a cold stare, but she wasn't backing down. She was just as stubborn as he was, there was no changing her mind.
"What is so difficult for you?!" He all but screeched.
"It's too much like John." She whispered.
FLASHBACK
Small Clarissa was walking down the path that led away from her large manor in the woods. she sat on the small bench in the middle of the forest. Johnny always met her here after he went for a ride with his trainer. He wasn't technically old enough to start training he was a month away from his 11th birthday but he could do simple hand to hand combat. Clarissa couldn't wait to start herself.
Clarissa waited much longer than usual, her brother was always at their bench long before sundown, but in the distance Clarissa could see the sun slowly fading away becoming just a small dot amongst the trees. Before she knew it the sun was gone and was replaced by the brightly lit moon. Her eyelids started to become heavy, she would have drifted off to sleep if she hadn't heard the soft shouts in the distance
"Clarissa! Clarissa!" it had to be Johnathon no one else called her Clary.
"John?" she whispered quietly
"John!" she screamed more alarmed. She started running, she ran and ran as fast as her small legs could carry her.
There was fire. So much fire. The manor was falling apart, flames licking the walls.
"John!"
The white haired boy look to Clarissa, his green eyes flooding with relief.
"Clarissa! Where are mum and dad?"
"I don't know John! I was waiting for you!"
"Stay right here Clare. I'm going to find mum."
"No John don't leave me!" tears ran down her rosy cheeks, she was clinging onto John refusing to let go.
"Clare, you have to trust me. I'll be back."
He turned from her running behind the manor screaming Jocelyns name.
She waited for John. Squeezing her eyes shut and willing for it all the end.
"Clarissa!"
She turned to see her daddy running toward her. He picked her up with ease.
"Where are mummy and John?"
His eyes softened.
"Oh Clare.."
They ran into the woods away from the manor, far from the fire.
She never saw her mother or John again.
And the little redheaded girl never cried after that.
They rebuilt a new Morgenstern Manor not too long after. They never spoke of the fire or her dead family.
If John was still alive he would be 19. He would have loved her, she was sure of that.
"Valentine? I can't kill a child, it would be like losing John all over again"
Valentine huffed impatiently.
"If you want a roof over your head, Clarissa, You'll do it."
Valentine turned back to his papers, while Clarissa stood trying to understand.
"Fine, I'll do it."
AN: Yes? no? Maybe so?
let me know what you think.
-Mel :)