Hi everyone! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, I wrote that at 3 in the morning. Here is chapter 2! I used names from the show and from the movie, I acknowledge that they are not mine, it just fits the story. Feel free to leave a review on any thoughts, comments, criticisms, or if you're just bored.
Tori wandered around the colonial mansion with disheveled hair, a deep blue dress that went up to her wrist and reached the floor, and a black worn out closed, low-cut shoes. Aimlessly, Tori kept walking in the empty home, passing every servant that was picking up for dinner time.
"Mistress Vega, supper will be ready soon. Will you join us this time?" One of the servants asked as she trailed behind Tori.
Absentmindedly Tori answered, "We shall see." and continued her walk around the quarters.
Soon after Tori found herself passing the servant quarters outside wells way from the mansion, the aging vogue house seemed distant as Tori kept walking further and further into the field. Ever since the news of her fiancees passing, Tori would get up and walk away from the household and come back with tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes. It always hurt Tori's mother to see her daughter heartbroken, the sunshine that would radiate out of Tori's smile was now burnt out.
A small parish church with an unkempt graveyard is where Tori ended up at. She walks through the grey, cracking tombs up to an elaborate mausoleum with marble angels around. On the gray wall was inscribed
Holly Marrie Vega 1774-1813
David Joseph Vega 1770-1813
Every day since the day of her parents funeral, Tori would make her way to this graveyard and mourn over her parents. She would wipe the grooves in their names to keep them clean every single time and rip away any vines that would sneak their way to covering any column, window frame, or door. It wasn't enough that the military could never return her fiancees body, so she ordered a gravestone be etched with her fiancees' name
Louis Pointe du Lac 1789-1812
And placed next to her parents' sepulcher.
Tori took a seat on the muggy cold ground in front of the tomb, a tear slipped from her right eye, staining her cheek as it fell onto her dress.
I was eighteen and life seemed finished. I couldn't bear the pain of their loss. You see, I longed for a release from it.
Tori continued to cry into the ground, yearning for her beloved to come back, for her parents to comfort her but that would never happen.
After hours of mourning and dehydrating herself, Tori stood up and began to make her way back to the mansion. The night was cool, there were no lights in the cemetery, but she has come here so many times she practically remembers the path by heart.
The moonlight shined bright enough in the black sky to brighten the path for Tori. She dragged her feet along the dry dirt road, Why am I still here. It's not fair.
The shrubs along the road rustled as Tori walked up to the manor. She paid no attention to it, it was most likely the cool wind she thought to herself.
A dark figure jumps out and grabs Tori, covering her mouth to stop her from screaming. It wouldn't have done much since the village is quite far from her manor.
"Listen here, you wench! You're father never paid his debts, I suggest you pay up or you'll end up just like him!" The ruggedly dressed man threatened Tori.
Tori was so numb she couldn't muster a response. She just looked at the man with her dead eyes, hoping he would end her life.
"Cat's got your tongue? Let me put this in perspective." The man pushes Tori to the ground and pulled out a pearl-handled pistol pointing it to Tori's head. "I won't ask you again sweetcheeks."
Tori looked down at her ragged lace and dirty brocade blue dress then looked back up at her accuser. "You're calling me a welcher?"
"I'm calling you a piece of shit -" the man shouted, taking the gun and placing it right onto Tori's forehead.
What the man didn't notice was a small group of servants from the manor that was on the lookout for their mistress. When they saw what was going on, they quickly made their way down the road to where Tori and the strange man were.
"Then do me a favor. Get rid of this piece of shit…" Tori stated with no emotion.
The man puts his finger on the trigger, but his hand begins to shake. He was about to end a young woman's life over something that was between a dead man and him.
"You lack courage of your convictions, sir. Do it." Tori continued.
Most of all I longed for death. I know that now. I invited it, a release from the pain of living…
Just as the gunned man began to shake, the servants from the manor reached to where Tori was and helped her up. Two of the men disarmed the man and began to walk him to the village.
A slew of concerns came all at once at Tori from her loyal servants
"Mistress are you alright?"
"Mistress Vega did he hurt you?"
"Mistress Vega would you like us to fetch the constable?"
All Tori did was shrug at their inquiries and began to walk back up the road to the manor. The servants looked at each other confused, what were they to do with their poor mistress.
The next days went by with the same routine. Every morning Tori would greet her servants, join them for some breakfast and mid-day tea then set out to the cemetery to sit with her loved ones.
That is until one morning one of her servants brings up during breakfast a suggestion. "M'lady, you've haven't gone out much since the passing of your dear parents and beloved. Might I suggest attending the town ball tonight? It would do you good Mistress."
"I do go out mister Santiago" Tori quirked her eyebrow.
"Yes ma'am you do, but this would be a nice change of setting, don't you think?" Santiago rebutted. He always tried to do her good.
"I suppose" Tori sighed.
"Tell you what. You attend tonight's ball and if you feel unwell, we'll take you back home." Santiago deals. He knew Tori would be willing to go, she could never say no to him or anyone in particular. Tori was always a sweetheart.
"I'll have to think about it." Tori tried to sound convincing but she knew that Santiago won this battle.
"I'll have your dress sent to your quarters' madam." He smirked and disappeared behind the kitchen doors.
Nighttime came around sooner than expected, which meant Tori had to get ready for the ball. As she walked up the stairs to her room, the servants buzzed around in preparation for anything Tori needed while changing. Opening the doors, two of her servants waited with her undergarments and dress. When Tori's eyes caught the gown she smirked to herself, Santiago you crazy man, you've done it again.
Santiago awaited mistress Tori at the bottom of the stairs, looking at his silver pocket watch that Master Vega left for him, he calculated exactly how long it will take to get to the town.
"Toulouse, please bring forth the carriage" Santiago turned toward the youngest servant of the household. Toulouse quickly nodded and left out the front door to fetch the horses. The whole household was excited to be doing something useful, it has been months since they have had any activity to attend to. Ever since the death of their masters, Tori hasn't gone to any social event, the last thing they wanted was for her to wither away.
Turning around and looking up the stairs, Santiago was met with a beautiful sight. An elegant deep wine armor chiffon gown with bell sleeves embroidered with grey lace accents along the waist, shoulders, and chest with blue pinned crystals met his eyes. Tori's chestnut hair was slightly curled causing her locks to bounce with every step she took. She wore her mothers grey laced choker with a cerulean pendant which complemented her dress. I've done it again.
Tori met Santiago at the bottom of the staircase, "Santiago you've done it again." She said with her classic bright white smile.
They linked their arms and headed towards the front door.
Santiago helped Tori up the step to the black carriage and joined her inside. He opened the small window, "Toulouse." he simply stated. Toulouse could be heard directing the horses down the path to the road.
Tori looked out the window longingly, "You know my dear, they would have wanted you to move on." Santiago uttered.
Tori didn't even turn around, she just sighed. "They would be so proud of you." He left it at that.
Toulouse had managed to safely bring Tori and Santiago to the towns biggest estate, the mayors manor.
Santiago opens the door once they reach the stop and helps Tori out from the carriage. They link arms once again and they stride to the top of the stairs of the mansion where a butler is awaiting them.
"Long time no see Cain." Santiago greets.
"I could say the same to you Santiago." Cain, the butler, replies. "My, my is this little ol' Victoria? My dear how you have grown since the last time we've seen you." he took Tori's hand and kissed her knuckle. She offered him a warm smile as he let go and opened the door for the two.
"Now Tori, I hope you recall your position and socialize. Do this for your own sake, I beg of you." Santiago whispered as they made their way down the hallway, offering smiles to whoever waved at the two.
"Fine," Tori spoke, almost inaudible.
Once they both reached the ballroom entrance they faced each other. Santiago took hold of Tori's arms, "Now child, go out there and have fun."
She looked at the mass of people inside dancing to some strange symphony being played and turned her gaze back at Santiago. Tori hugged the old man and whispered, "Thank you."
Taken aback a bit, Santiago stood there until he realized that Tori was hugging him, she hasn't done that since she was 7. He immediately wrapped his arms around her small body and hugged her back.
Tori spent the night dancing with strangers, laughing and talking about menial things. All seemed to compliment her on her attire, asking which seamstress designed the gown.
"Santiago picked it out." Tori simply answered.
"Of course Santiago picked it out, that old man has an eye I tell ya." One of the elite socialites answered back.
A man with a tray full of drinks walked up to them, handed them the glasses and quickly walked to another group of individuals.
A swarm of people returned to the dance floor to engage in the traditional waltz.
"Victoria, why don't you join this dance." The socialite from before stated.
"Why yes Victoria, darling, we must find you a baron to dance with!" Added another.
"Ladies, it really isn't necessary-"Tori gets cut off.
"Oh pish posh! Look! That handsome man is looking this way"
Indeed, a handsome man is looking directly at Tori, his dark long hair in a ponytail makes his dark brown eyes visible which contrast his emerald suit. But another gentleman makes his way over when the emerald dressed man turns to talk to his group.
"Lady Victoria, pleased to meet you. The name is Edgar Armand." He bows.
"The pleasure is mine." Tori curtsies.
"Shall I have this dance?" Edgar asks with a warm smile. Tori accepts and they both make their way to the ballroom floor.
The musicians play vigorously the waltz of the night as all cheer and sway to the rhythm.
After much dancing and drinking, Edgar and Tori stumble their way down the dock in the backyard for some quiet time. A pockmarked pimp follows behind. As they reach the end of the dock, Edgar pockets a knife and holds it behind his back whilst the pimp rifles his pockets and pulls out a pistol. When Tori turns to face Edgar she notices his hand and the pimp behind them and begins to panic. I knew I shouldn't have trusted that sweet talker.
The two men go to attack, Edgar, being the first to sling his knife out and lance towards Tori but is stopped by someone holding his wrist. The man in the emerald suit was the one propping Edgar's wrist away from Tori. He punches Edgar in the groin and throws the knife at the pimps shoulder, to which a shot is heard. The shadowy figure then lifts the pimp into the air by his throat, breaking his neck. Tori falls to the ground insesnsible.
... but it was a vampire that accepted.
Tori now awake stares down at the bodies and turns, to see the emerald dressed man, towering above her.
"They would have killed you-" He affirms.
"Then my luck would have changed." Tore replies.
"You want death? Is it death you want?" The emerald suit man questions.
Tori pauses for a moment, "Yes…"
The man floats down on top of Tori, then lifts her in the air, draws her hair out from her neck and sinks his teeth in her neck.
Every muscle becomes rigid as Tori feels the penetrating sensation on her neck. Her teeth clench as she feels the blood drain from her body. The two hovered above the ground like two quivering dancers. The cool wind billows through the dock. The man floats higher, with Tori in his arms, draining her blood. One hand reaches out and grabs a rope from the boat around the wharf, hanging from a ship mast. The other holds Tori. He withdraws his teeth and looks into Toris drained face.
"You still want death? Or have you tasted it enough?" The man asks.
Tori struggles to get words out her mouth.
"Enough…" is what comes out barely audible.
Satisfied with the answer, the emerald suit man smiles and lets go of Tori, causing her to plummet into the water below.
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