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Trigger Warnings: Violence..
White lights buzz from above, a sterile smell pungent in the small white cells. A groan reverberates off the walls, blue eyes squinting at the light. Fearful last memories seem to register as a dream, like a terrifying nightmare resulting from the alcohol Lisa and Rachael forced down her throat. But a sharp burning pain on her throat has a hand covering it and Victoria groans painfully, eyes sliding open fully and adjusting to the white lights. The sleeping drug lingering in her system makes her sway when her legs swing over the side of the bed. Inspecting her surroundings, three white walls entrap her with silver bars replacing the fourth.
"H..hello?"
Fear as her content companion, seeps its way into her mind and hesitantly drives her towards the bars. Unnerved blue eyes inspect the two cells opposite and then refocus on the solid metal door to her left.
"Hello? Is anybody out there?"
There's a loud thud, heavy tumblers unlocking before the metal door swings open and three heavily armed guards charge at her. Quickly Victoria dashes towards the back wall as the bars slide into the ceiling and her captors roughly grab her arms.
"Wait! You've made a mistake! Please, you've got the wrong person!" Her pleas are brushed aside as Emma watches her fellow guards drag the struggling girl from the room and the blond quickly follows with a gun in hand.
Victoria's dragged through grand halls, passing ancient battle armour and antiques that align marble walls. The men pull her up a grand staircase towards a set of well guarded double doors as dozens of bodies linger outside, whispering and rambling as shes pulled into a large, almost empty chamber.
Glassy blue eyes quickly refocus on the four bodies sitting primly on five thrones made of onyx and ebony. Sat in the center, familiar dark brown eyes remain focused on her as shes dragged forward and pushed harshly to her knees. Fidgeting with her trembling hands, her focus darts around the vast hall. Black columns align the edges where people clad in dark leathers hold hesitant guns at her. Her focus slides to the occupied seats up the small set of stairs. The Queen sits in the middle, the highest and grandest of thrones, to the woman's right sits an empty seat and next to that, a younger looking woman with ebony hair, fair complexion and white robes sits glaring at her. To the Queens left, a ginger man with a goatee and fine gold silks raises a quizzical eyebrow and to his left, a bald headed man, a permanent scowl etched into his features sneers down at her, his fancy red garments suggesting power.
"Who are you?"
Victoria's attention settles on the placid Queen.."I..I'm Victoria Anderson, I live on fifth street in London..but I think you've got the wrong per.."
"Silence.."
Victoria's mouth begrudgingly closes, her heart racing and shes clearly aware of the many armed and vicious guards ready to blow her head off at any minute.
"Do you know what I do to those who lie to me?"
"No..but I'm not lying I.."
"Then why try to assassinate the Queen?!" The ginger haired man bares his elongated fangs at her and she startles, shuffling back on the marble floor.
"Assassinate?! I didn't! She attacked me!"
Emma pounces forward, hitting Victoria harshly in the back with a baton and she cries out, landing in a heap of whimpering limbs.
"Your blood was poison, tainted to kill her majesty, how do you explain that?!"
The question doesn't fully register in her mind and Victoria only gets another painful crack when she doesn't answer. Her scream echo's off the marble roof and back again.."I..I don't know wh-what your talking about.."
Emma swings again, another painful cry filling the room before the Queens hand rises and the blond nods respectfully, stepping away from their prisoner. The regal woman rises from her throne, descending the steps, her heels clicking ominously as she signals her guard.
With a shriek, Victoria's pried from the floor, held on her knees while slender fingers gently tilt her head. Tears stain her cheeks as the Queen slowly bends to her eye level.."..I didn't do anything.."
Dark brown eyes briefly flicker to the purple puncture marks on Victoria's throat.."We shall see."
Victoria gasps, blue eyes shining in alarm when the Queens irises disappear, the whites of the woman's eyes burrowing into her mind..
"We shall see.."
The sultry voice echo's around Victoria's mind, opening doors and breaking through walls to steal glances at her once private moments..She walks down the ally, startles at the figures approaching, her arm is cut on the dumpster, she laughs with Paul, smoking a joint and venturing down the back ally, Feral's attack, fangs edge towards her throat but shes saved and staggers into the light, Lisa's smiling face, drinking at the club, encountering David and Emma, she feels so scared..so alone when a searing pain ricochets from the fangs piercing her throat, she collapses, hazy as she struggles towards the light but is suddenly knocked unconscious..
The controlling presence in her mind pulls out and Victoria gasps, her breathes erratic as a sensation of being violated releases a stray tear on her already makeup streaked cheeks.
"It seems you don't have any recollection of intentionally harming me. But that doesn't mean your mind couldn't have been wiped of the intent or that you may do so again."
The red robed elder sneers.."Then there's only one way to make sure..She must be executed."
Victoria's heart leaps.."What?! Wait, please!"
"I agree, she's a danger to our kind and if the Lycans got ahold of her blood, who knows what weapon they could fashion from it." The ginger elder speaks up.
"I'm not going to hurt anyone I swear!"
Emma pulls a gag from her belt, quickly securing the metal and leather around Victoria's protesting mouth.
"And you Snow? What is your council?"
The council woman looks to their prisoner before meeting her Queens eyes dead on.."I believe she must be disposed of.." Victoria's heart drops, a new wave of tears threatening to fall.
"We cannot have anyone else getting their hands on her blood, the results would be catastrophic."
"So be it.."
Victoria cries out, shaking her head and struggling as two men drag her to her feet. Her muffled sobs echo around the room but don't phase the placid royal or judgmental council.
"Pure blood, you have been tried in our ways and sentenced to death, your essence will be drained and body burnt in the new flame. Take her to the the preparation chamber."
Victoria's abruptly dragged away kicking and screaming as the Queens vigilant guard follow in formation around the monarch and her council..
After being dragged down hallways and rived into a smaller chamber, Victoria's head is thrown back against steel, a metal band clipped around her throat while her arms are spread and sealed to steel strips. Still tears flood from bloodshot eyes, her neck burning, the bruise above her left eye throbbing and her head pounding from the Queens brutal invasion into her mind. Emma glares, standing vigilant ahead as needles and tubes are forced into white skin with a whimper.
The Queen and her council take up their usual throne type chairs in the new chamber. A circular pattern is etched into the central floor, grooves carved into marble and branching out from the center where their prisoner is strapped to a steel post.
"Begin!"
David and his fellow vampires encircle the edges of the room before Emma heads towards a control panel. She touches the screen, typing commands when a hiss is heard and blood is steadily sucked through the tubes sticking out of their prisoner.
Victoria pants, her fingers flexing as the familiar sense of pins and needles prickles her skin. Her mind wanders, her body slowly shutting down. Lisa's face flashes in her mind, she wonders what her sister will do once she finds out shes missing. Would she come looking? A deep purple bridesmaids dress flashes in her thoughts, her sisters wedding, she'll miss it, the fact she never told her pain in the ass father that she loved him one last time sparks some form of hidden anger. Blue eyes refocus, narrowing on the placid vampires watching her death and a burning new hatred ignites in Victoria's soul. The fact she never wanted any of this, couldn't even get fair answers or a fair trial infuriates her. The burning on her neck only grows, spreading down her chest and across her right shoulder. She groans, biting down on the metal rod between her teeth and cries out painfully.
Emma and David shuffle at the councils side, their guns fidgeting as their Queen slowly rises from her throne intrigued.
An angry growl reverberates off the walls, Victoria pulling viciously at her restraints and biting down more frivolously on the bit. The burning pain finally breaks through to her heart and she screams, blue eyes glazing over black, her face distorting, legs cracking and bending, hands morphing and razor claws pushing themselves free through cracked fingernails. She writhes, the clasps around her neck and waist snapping, quickly followed by the bands at her wrists and feet.
The surrounding guard quickly pull their guns on the transmutation, the council members launching to their feet bewildered.
Victoria's legs snap backwards, feet morphing into razor sharp claws similar to fingers now slicing into the marble floor. She cries out, her face cracking, a long snout forcing its way forward, her hair quickly receding and black horns forcing their way out of her skull. Several rows of razor sharp teeth push their way through, her tongue darting out like a snake tasting the air for danger. She screams again at the searing pain bursting across her back but her cries warp into a rumbling roar and she slams a clawed hand to the marble floor, bone ripping free from her spine and breaking outward. Bloodied membrane laces together across bone, dangerous spiked wings flapping erratically and not sure of what to do. After an impossible growth spurt, Victoria's cries cease, the twenty foot demon whimpering on the engraved bloody marble as vampires apprehensively shuffle to surround it.
"Kill it! Kill it now!"
"Belay that order, you do not issue them here George!" The Queen snaps at the alarmed council man who shuffles back, his eyes trained on the slightly stirring demon.
"Orders your majesty?!" Emma hesitantly paces towards the creature as it flaps its wings weakly and paws at the marble floor.
Snow steps forward, her wide white eyes inspecting the black scaled beast.."My Queen, I think this may be an Archdemon."
George scoffs.."Impossible! They haven't existed since the days of the krvi vojny!"
"Then what by Molag Bal is she?" Midas fidgets, fingers brushing over his ginger goatee.
"Weapons to stun, I want her alive."
"Your majesty you really think this is wise? If it is an Archdemon there's a reason its kind were eradicated."
"I require further evidence as proof, but until then shes to be restrained and sequestered.." The Queen takes apprehensive steps towards the stirring beast, her guard moving with her and guns trained on scaly skin.
"Its seems you are full of surprises." Her heels click between the small streams of blood snaking through the carvings in the floor before she stops by its groaning head. Her hand reaches out, landing on the smooth bone of its black horns and gently running along hardened grooves. Suddenly black eyes dart open, razor teeth baring and quickly Victoria darts away snarling.
Emma grabs her Queen, jumping several meters back to the thrones as her men open fire. Victoria's claws brutally slice into flesh, teeth ripping the body in her grasp apart before she throws the bloody remains at her other attackers. Her wings swipe at a row of men, knocking them back harshly and she shrieks at the array of gunfire coming from Emma and her team. She lumbers forwards, roaring, snapping her jaws and flinching back when a bright blue bullet from the determined blonds gun tags her neck. Darkness pulls at her so she wastes no time in swiping at the group, bounding passed them and zeroing in on the Queen and council.
"Take it down! Take it down now!" Emma runs, jumping several feet in the air and drawing her blade. She slices into its back, taring down its rough skin before shes roughly tossed off.
Victoria roars at the firing squad, another blue bullet lodging itself in her back but she advances regardless, closing in on the unnerved council and placid Queen. Wings protect her body from the array of bullets as she leans towards the small party and the gunfire stops at a wave of the steely Queens hand. Victoria's head tilts, a single black eye inches from the royal as claws crush the onyx thrones a few feet behind. A waft of putrid hot breath washes through the Queens raven hair, a black eye staring, evaluating before an intense burning in Victoria's neck and overwhelming hunger takes over. In a flash, serrated teeth clamp onto the Queens entire shoulder and the shooting continues at the painful cries bursting from the royal. Victoria relishes in the thick and creamy blood, her elongated tongue lapping up as much as she can as a hand fiercely rips into the skin at her cheek. She snarls at the struggling sovereign but suddenly pauses at the frantic images picking at her thoughts.
A picture of her sister flashes in her mind, the time they went to an Ed Sheeran concert together, the time Lisa introduced her to Vodka and her mothers sparkling blue eyes staring warmly as she starts her first day of secondary school. The savage beast plaguing her inhibitions rescinds, the tingling on her neck increasing as she stares at the diminishing royal in her jaws. Her horrible transformation, the copper liquid slithering down her throat and flesh gripped between her teeth finally knocks Victoria back to reality and she pulls back abruptly, her prey dropping to the marble as the room slowly pulls back into focus. Bullets ricochet off scaly skin, the sensation of being pricked by countless needles makes her scramble back, her vision blurring as she swipes at anyone within reach. There's a flash of blond hair but before Victoria can turn, a luminous blue syringe lodges itself in her neck. She roars, scratching at the shaft but is quickly pulled into unconsciousness. Her body hits the marble floor with a loud thump, snarling breath filling the space and vicious breathing resonating around the chamber.
"Secure it now!" Emma barks.
Guards rush in with silver cables, hooks and metal chains as others reload and keep weapons trained on the sleeping giant. Emma rushes over as her Queen stands unaided, the monarch cracking her neck and injured shoulder. The blond offers her wrist but its pushed away, dark eyes transfixed on the slumbering demon as the puncture wounds slowly close around the Queens crimson shoulder.
"Get Whale to find out what triggers her transformation. I want every test ran, I don't care what it takes just tell him to get the information and report back to me by the end of the week."
"Yes my Queen." Emma bows deeply, George edging forward with a deep scowl directed at the beast.."I still think this is a mistake."
"Or maybe this could be an opportunity, maybe she could be a powerful new weapon that could end the war."
"Precisely my dear.." The Queen grins at her council woman before a loud snap draws their attention. Vampires dart away from the demon, guns raised as the scaly body cracks and distorts. They watch apprehensively as bones snap inwards, Victoria's body restructuring and demonic wings breaking off to crumble into piles of ash. A moment later, Victoria lies naked on the marble floor, blood smeared over white skin and all wounds healed. The clicking of heels approaches as men once again begin chaining the naked girl securely.
"It seems she may be exactly what we need." Red lips pull into a sly grin..