Now, before you read this, you should know, if you don't already, that there are actually many meanings of vengence, and I chose the one that I like the most, so if you don't like it, then fine, don't like it. But if you do, then thank you. Enjoy.
'Why do I do this? Is this supposed to be my life? Hunting? Is that all I am good for?' Anna asked herself as she prowled the unfamiliar hallways of the castle, looking for someone who could give the slightest bit of help.
'Has the word vengence ever slipped into your mind, Princess?' Aleera asked maliciously from behind her. Anna turned slowly. She hated the red-head with a passion, but she always seemed to value what she had to say.
'Why would vengence come to mind when I wonder about the things I do?' she snapped back just as maliciously. Although she valued opinions Aleera had to offer, she wouldn't play nicely.
'We've taken your mother, your father, and your brother, what other reason do you have to fight for? Are your elders going to come down and kill you for not fighting the good fight? Don't deny it, you know you do this for vengence, there's no other reason, is there?' she continued, telling the truth. Anna considered this, but had another reason to "fight the good fight," as Aleera put it.
'And what about Van Helsing? Do I not owe him something for helping me?' Anna retorted. Van Helsing had done so much for her already, he had killed Marishka, and made a plan to kill Verona, and thankfully it worked. Anna would give her life for him, and not only because she loved him.
'I forgot to take into account your lover. We shall have to do something about that then, won't we?' Aleera said innocently. She loved taunting Anna, and with chances such as these, she simply could not resist. And no one ever seemed to understand that, not even her master. He always told her to finish Anna off, and their lives would be easier.
'If you try to hurt him, you will regret it Aleera. And he is not my lover,' Anna said definately. Aleera raised her hands in faux shock. Anna had threatened her before, and Anna had also never followed through with said threats. Aleera never took her seriously, and she knew one day it would cost her.
'Princess, you'd hurt a fly before you would hurt me,' Aleera spat back. She was tired of fighting, and it was worse when it was in her own house. If it were on grounds that were, neutral, so to speak, she would handle it better, but where she was supposed to have the upper hand, and it was quickly falling to the lower hand, she could not handle it.
'I would not be so sure of that Aleera. I can be vicious when provoked,' Anna said, hoping she sounded more serious than she felt. At that moment an elderly lady burst through the door of a room that the pair had managed to find themselves in, and she was carrying a red ball gown.
'This is for the captive, she is to wear it for the ball this evening,' she said, setting the dress and accessories down on a chair and bowing to Aleera. She waved her hand and the lady walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
'I suspect you won't be needing assistance,' she said, suddenly nice, at least, as nice as she could manage to get. 'Just do not forget, vengence is the only logical explination for your worthless fighting,' she said dreamily and left the princess to dwell on that thought.
'Vengence.' The word was poison in Anna's mouth. Vengence was what caused her father to go searching for Dracula, and in doing so, killing him. She promised herself that she would never fight for vengence, it would always be for family, and loved ones, and possibly herself. Vengence was what made monsters, the want of getting revenge for something that had happened in the past, something that could not be changed. Why fight for that? Because it felt like you were making a difference, because for every vampire or werewolf killed, it would bring back one loved one, or would erase one mistake, but no, it was all for naught.
Anna looked at the dress and shuddered. She did not want to wear it, but for some reason, the bright, festive colour drew her towards it. Before she knew what she was doing, she slipped it on and zipped the zipper. The fit was remarkable, either a good guess, or measurments were taken while she was knocked out. Either way, she loved it, and yet, she was repulsed by it. She wanted, with all her might, to rip it off and remain in her normal clothes. Her body refused to do what her mind commanded.
'Vengence,' she repeated, this time looking at her reflection. Her face tightened as she said it, her eyes narrowed, and her blood boiled. She let thoughts of her family go, and actually thought of why she fought. She hated them, the vampires, with- dare she say it- vengence. They had killed so many, loved ones and ones unknown, and she wanted those deaths to go known, to be known by everyone, not just villagers. She sat down, finally realizing that her actions were controlled by revenge, by vengence. She hated herself for it, and suddenly, all those thoughts were gone, and she stood up. Someone was calling her, she followed the voice, and one word was her own in her mind.
Vengence.