How a Dimitrescu Heart Beats
Chapter 6: Faith, Hope and Charity
Raddu Farm
Romania
December 1940
Winds and snow were relentless as all the weather elements bashed across a grey haired, grey bearded, brown eyed face, showing a significant look of concern.
Mihai Raddu stood outside the farm house, hands on his hips, glancing out in the near zero visibility, across the vast countryside. The ability to even spot part of the village, or towers of Castle Dimitrescu were all but impossible.
His breath, cold and frosted, shaking quite a bit. The man attempted to make out anything in the distance, either headlights from Lucille operating the delivery truck, or even the sign of a horse carriage being operated by the eldest Raddu sibling, Anton. Mihai had already stood out for almost a half hour, worrying considerably.
The weather was absolutely atrocious, fast iced winds, and snow, with no way to see where you could be going. Worse, it was already pitch black at almost ten o'clock, the dirt roads, swept by the wintery weather.
Mihai couldn't help but feel responsible, his duty was to look after the Raddu children, since their parents were murdered by a pair of Hungarian criminals. He swore to their late father, Alexandru Raddu, that he and his wife Ester would forever look after the children, in the days when Mihai's brother told him how things were going bad on the farm, and with the Hungarian hoodlums, attempting to take their land.
Though, as far as he was concerned, he and the children's aunt did a good job looking after them, especially the middle sibling, Lucille. The nightmares, hallucinations, inability to talk or almost function at all, were so great, there were times that they had considered having the poor girl admitted into an institution. But, thank the heavens, blessed Mother Miranda, the girl made a comeback, spoke again, loved again, laughed again, almost as if it was a light switch, turned back off and on regarding her mental health.
As for the two boys, Victor and Anton, they were always so good together, but Victor became so angry, yelling, arguing, refusing to have anything to do with the family, even went as far as accusing Mihai for the reason that their parents were murdered. That one hit Mihai hard, the next day Victor had already written to his late mother's sister Ludmilla in Germany, and packed up to move in with her. But Mihai truly feared Victor and his anger would get him into serious trouble, and he was devastated to learn Victor joined the Nazis march across Europe, already hearing whispers of the horrors of innocent people being treated harshly and brutally.
It seemed that only Anton was the sensible one, always the helper, always looking after people in the village and his siblings. He was such a light going person, laughing with or making people laugh, carefree, but lately seemed reckless. Although Mihai didn't fully disapprove of the eldest Raddu sibling working with the merchant, he still needed help on the farm, and also felt that Anton was going to pursue someone, who he and much of the village greatly feared, close the Dimitrescu girl.
Ever since, Mihai discovered Anton with sketches of the vile domain of the devil's queen and princesses, he was horrified and shocked, he lived to tell about it. His greatest fear was that Anton would allow the stubborn side, the same way his late father showed, and continue to find a way to speak with that…..creature again. Mihai went into deep thoughts, closed his eyes…..and even said a prayer.
That fool of a boy, does he not know the danger? That woman will devour his flesh, as she has done with so many, all of those vile creatures in that castle. I do pray to you mother Miranda, keep that man safe, keep him away from there. Let him find wisdom in your words, path and guidance. Keep us all protected as you always have…
And with that, Mihai opened his eyes, with the hope, Mother Miranda heard his thoughts. But nothing but the atrocious wintery weather, making the old man frown.
As far as it was concerned to Mother Miranda, he was a devoted man with his wife towards the priestess's teachings, words, and blessed her for protecting this home, the village, and all she saw. She was mysterious to many, but she did see many people to ensure their faith would not waiver. Nor their hopes. And never their charity. The main question is, would she protect this land even with a devastating war going on, and worse the country had now decided to join Nazi cause, with many other nations almost as if to plan something huge to all attack, which he feared was coming soon.
Although Mihai and Ester Raddu were strong devotees of Mother Miranda's teachings, they had little knowledge on the other two lords, the Moreau and Beneviento houses. They did know the other two, the vile Dimitrescu lord and the Heisenberg lord.
But out of all of them, Mihai had known and befriended the lord, Karl Heisenberg for years, as well as his late brother too. His kindness and charity was great to the family, even helping the uncle acquire another delivery truck when his last one's engine had broken. He considered the man a great help across the village, again many things had been spoken, but Mihai had yet to see any villainy style behaviour or actions.
All the man could do while staring, thinking, and feeling worried was huff a defeat like sigh, eyes narrowing to the snow layden ground.
But all negative feelings were disappearing, feeling a soft hand touch his right shoulder, snapping the man to turn slowly, to the warmth of the smile, light blue eyes, long light grey hair of Ester Raddu, who gave such a feeling that everything would always get better. It's exactly how the man's wife felt, being more faithful, hopeful, and charitable since her recovery back in October from the sickness she suffered. Just to be grateful for that, she was blessed to have another chance to experience life.
She looked deeply into Mihai's snow covered face, a light chuckle before speaking softly, "Your dinner has gotten cold dear, please come back inside, we can have a cup of tea at least."
Mihai wiped the snow from his beard and face, merely nodding but still showing considerable concern on his face, "I...I'm sorry I lost my appetite."
His wife was no fool when she could see concern, worry, anger, all negative emotions on the man's face, it was her sixth sense. But how calm she remained, spoke again softly, "Mihai, it won't help them come home any faster, I know the weather is bad, but they probably know that too. In fact they will probably be home any minute. Worse, well Lucille is in Lasi, I'm sure he was able to find a hotel to stay in, and Anton I'm sure the merchant can find him some accommodations."
The man gave an unconvinced look, merely nodded slowly, quietly muttering, "Perhaps."
With that though, he put his faith in his wife's words, took her hand and let her lead him back into the farm house. Not before, snapping his eyes in the direction of a nearby growl in the distance, as if something was lurking.
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Dimitrescu Property
Romania
December 1940
The icy chilled winds flew and spiraled around two darkened figures on horseback, armed one with a German gewehr 98 bolt action rifle, from the Great War, the other armed with a large modified crossbow. Both waited around a frozen lake, across the snow covered property line of the Dimitrescus.
Two men waited impatiently, one with a dark purpose, the other with a sense of glory seeking. But as the hour grew later, the one with long brown hair, brown eyes, shivering in the blistering cold also began to become impatient and unsure, spoke up angrily
"For fuck sakes where is the little shit? I'm freezing my ass off, how do we know those rotten witches didn't just feed off him. How about we just call this thing off, I don't like it, it's too quiet out here. How do we know they ain't expecting us?"
The pack leader, with his long dark beard, blue eyes glared annoyingly at his partner, spoke with a firm tone.
"We are waiting for him to find out, and if our inside contact pulled through. He's checking the outside. Those cannibalistic whores, won't be expecting us, they can't go outside, we got information that they don't do well in the cold, remember? We'll use that to our advantage."
Still, the short bearded man couldn't help but shiver both from the horrid cold and nerves, waiting as if he knew these were to be his last moments.
Interrupted out of his nervous thoughts, another lighter coloured horse galloped, approaching with the younger hunter, armed with a French MAS 35 pistol in his side holster. His face snow covered, but he face beamed a strong smile, excitedly piping up,
"Our contact came through! The place is quiet, no sign of those witch monsters around, a door was left unlocked, think it leads into the kitchen. Let's finish these bitches off, and continue one to being famous, with the riches that await, and all those girls that await us guys."
The pack leader, merely glared, letting out an annoyed sigh, but also grinned maliciously,
"Good, we go as planned. Remember we will split, you will cover that door for our escape. Me and him will go and deal with these crazy witches, do what you want with whomever you come across, I am after the blonde and the giant creature….with this and these. Once the job is done, you'll get your pay, fame, whatever the fuck you both want. I just wanna end this line of disgusting creatures, and avenge my brother."
The pack leader was patting his crossbow, and special ammo like it was a pet. In his pouch, was a group of custom arrows, his partner obtained. Their arrowheads contained a highly potent but slow acting neurotoxic poison, if it made impact in anyone or anything's flesh, it would cause a term of paralysis, and eventually death.
It was exactly the kind of slow death the leader was aiming to bring to the Dimitrescu family tonight, the kind to enjoy, taunt, potentially torture, and unleash his deep rage burrowed for many years.
Not wanting to wait any longer, the leader made a wave with his hand, and the three three horses galloped quickly towards the castle.
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Castle Dimitrescu
Romania
December 1940
The hard crunch of the icy snow below, as dark boots made their way across a slippery stone pathway, covered in white from the storm, a man wearing a black leather coat, made his way unloading crates and barrels, attempting to count aloud, hoping not to miss one item from the back of a small carriage.
Anton Raddu, nearly frozen, kept his warmth going. The constant unloading of supply crates and other items kept his body moving and kept his temperature at enough of a level to work. He also felt another warmth in his body, he could feel golden eyes watching his movements from one of the windows facing the front of the large mansion.
Bela Dimitrescu, watched hungrily, the eldest Raddu sibling, while drinking some beverage from a porcelain cup, her hood of her usual black dress down, her blonde hair flowing down. The woman watched the man, smiling softly, watching such a pleasurable sight of handsome, gorgeous physical activity, bringing warmth all over her pale body. She longed to be outside with Anton, but she knew what the cold weather would do to her body, she knew better despite her true want and desire to be with the man.
It was a hard two months for Anton and Bela. Even though they embraced in a passionate kiss back in September, they had not seen each other all that much.
Anton's work with the Duke, had sent him assisting with deliveries across the countryside, not much was brought to the castle during all that time, except two deliveries in October.
In those two times, Anton got to the castle, he did not get to see Bela the one time, and the second time wasn't all that long, as the meeting was cut short with Cassandra's beckoning and attempting to find the chambermaid Elena Benzar, had resulted in her interrupting Lady Dimitrescu's meeting with the Duke, bringing the Duke to leave prematurely.
But the second moment between the two, was truly memorable. In that time, the two talked each other's ears off. Bela constantly asking and listening about Anton's travels across Europe, family, favourite things such as books, hobbies, so much she could digest. Anton asked so much back towards Bela about much of the same things.
Both found out they both loved art, similar types of books, love and loyalty to their families, and their sense of humour.
Despite the happy moments, it did have unfortunate moments.
The relationship had to be kept absolutely secret from the family. Bela knew first hand, that although Daniela may warm up to the man, her middle sister Cassandra and Lady Dimitrescu would likely not, as they didn't embrace any man things around, despite they came to more the less accept Anton's duties as the Duke's assistant.
Anton also knew how his Uncle Mihai would respond as he was disgusted and horrified with the whole Dimitrescu line, believing exactly what the villagers titled and hated them as monsters. Although Lucille and Victor would probably accept the woman, he still did not take a chance, and kept his lips sealed.
The most important factor is that Bela had discussed with Anton that they couldn't be with each other as much, the season wanting to change and get colder. The blonde Dimitrescu even showed saddened emotions, asking if Anton was sure that they could work it all out. The man's reaction to that question was stunning, one that Bela wouldn't forget ever.
Anton looked into the blonde Dimitrescu's yellow eyes with his own blue ones, deeply, smiling softly, and reaching into his pocket and pulling out a silver necklace with a locket attached to it, before speaking.
"This is something my mother had, days before she died that unfortunate day. She told me to have it if anything happened to her, told me to hold onto this as she did during dark times. To be full of life to remember her and to remember to be a man of hope, faith and charity. I see so much of her in you, your dedication and loyalty to your family, your caring, smart, funny, beautiful, and I know she is looking down and would want a person like you to have something like this."
Bela's mouth was agape so wide as she blushed brightly, the brought her ungloved hand to cover it, her golden eyes widened like saucers, but felt a sense of feeling unsure and spoke sadly,
"Anton, oh my….it's gorgeous….but I cannot take this, this was your mother, she was a good woman, as for me...I am not...I hurt...I killed many people, murdered them, tortured them...she would want you to keep it or give it someone who loves life, not takes it from others….I cannot accept this."
The eldest Raddu sibling smiled warmly and pulled Bela close to him, looking deeply into her golden orbs.
"Bela, stop. She would want you to have this, a person's actions to not define them. Only their heart, I know you did all these things not out of true intention, but intention to protect those you love, to survive. And I feel that my heart grows stronger every time I'm with you, I see that in you too. My faith in you grows every time I see you and think of you. Now if you're the eldest sibling and smartest, smartly turn around for me, I think it will look good on you."
The words and flirty comment, put Bela at such ease, and she lightly giggled while playfully tapped Anton's side. But after a second, smiled and turned her body away, feeling the warm, soft, hands place the gift around her pale but soft neck.
Once Anton's task was done, the eldest Dimitrescu sibling expressed her gratitude. She turned back around, looking at the beautiful necklace for a moment before grinning playfully at the man. She wrapped her arms slowly around Anton, looking deep with her yellow eyes into his deep blue ones, and pulled him close, locking lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
The hunger, desire, lust, passion was so strong between the two couples, even igniting Bela's emotions to elicit a small moan, as the two tightened their lips and Anton's hands began to move down the blonde woman's black. The blonde woman couldn't help but moan into the man's mouth, her tongue now dancing upon his at the moment. Their sorrows, stress long forgotten, just the two happy couples by the lake where they first met, enjoying the serene, quiet, harmonious atmosphere.
After some time, the time had to come to an end, as they held hands during their walk back to the castle, from which Anton had to leave with the Duke to return home.
Bela longed for another goodbye kiss from the man, but could only wave as she felt her eyes water, and a small tear escaped her eye, and she watched that passionate, handsome man leave her home for sometime.
During those months away, all Anton could do was dream, wait patiently, abide by the time that the Duke would have plans or Lady Dimitrescu request another delivery or pickup of her exotic wine exports.
It wasn't until the later part of December, that Anton had that opportunity, but the Duke requested Anton to do the delivery by himself. Something that shocked the eldest Raddu sibling, for he didn't consider doing deliveries by himself, while the merchant manned the trading outpost. But he smiled, admiring the work that Anton had done for him, trusting him, and almost sensing something….the man longed to have or to be around, and gave him permission to take his vast carriage with the supplies to travel back to the castle, alone.
Now, today all the time waiting, and waiting, and waiting, had paid off.
Anton, had finally taken the last crate off the carriage, and brought it into the storage area of the castle, while taking out a number of small barrels of the countess's wine and loaded back onto the carriage.
During his work, the man made the odd glance at the window, watching his..Bela sipping her cup, smiling, winking, waving, even licking her lips flirtatiously in his direction, extracting a light blush and chuckle from Anton. The man couldn't help but admire the beauty of the woman, his heart beating with every look at her direction, that soft face, those alluring golden eyes, that amazing form, those...delicious dark lips. He felt so lucky to have...this woman in his life, wishing though they could enjoy a moment outside, but this weather outside, would have horrendous results for the blonde woman.
Finally completing his duties, the man could not feel as warm as he wanted, was shivering, his gloves soaked and so cold. He looked back at the window, as the blonde Dimitrescu, looked at Anton with worried eyes, put her drink down, and motioned him with her gloved hand, motioning him to enter the castle.
As much as the young man wanted to, became worried that he might be questioned, scolded or worse by Bela's siblings, a servant, or even her mother, and shook his head slowly, shakingly. Bela wouldn't accept it, and continued to motion him into the castle from the window, eventually giving him a firm look and firm point with her gloved finger into the castle. Anton knew, not to disobey that direction, he didn't want to face Bela's anger, and finally obliged, walking up to the steps, and entered the castle's massive front door, pushing it to close upon entry.
But a burst of wintry wind prevented the door from closing fully, leaving it a crack open. A position that could and would be noticed by someone.
Once inside, Anton made his way slowly in, eyeing down the massive foyer, architecture, admiring the art, the beauty. For it was his first time entering the mansion, outside of being in the storage room, cluttered with various metals, crates and barrels.
He deep thoughts, penetrating his skull, adding some warmth for his nearly frozen form….
By Mother Miranda, this place is amazing...Bela what a beautiful home you have...I cannot think of such a place considered to be the home for demons, monsters, cannibals, anything so vile the village idiots bark about...I'm only gonna stay for a minute to warm up…
Anton continued slowly, snow and ice dropping to the cold tile of the floor, the eerie quietness across much of the home, as he made it up a staircase, and towards the main hall. Once entering it, the temperature was much warmer, but the man was still having a hard time warming up. Though he did eye much of this vast area of the house, his eyes were set upon a very tempting raging fire, lit around a beautifully designed fireplace.
As he slowly began walking towards it, still shivering, the man was surprised as a swarm of insects formed in front of him, blocking any further advancement. It formed into that of Bela's human form quickly, stunning Anton for a second, before her worried golden eyes set upon the man in front of him.
She practically ran to the man, embracing him tightly, while eyeing his near frozen body down.
Anton wore his usual brown coat, and a dark blue sweater but both were soaked in the weather elements and sweat, hardly adequate to protect him from the snowstorm upon the castle this evening.
She spoke worriedly, "Oh my god...Anton...you should've stayed home, not gone out to do these deliveries, they could've waited, your gonna get sick from this horrible weather."
Anton, being Anton chuckled, gave his usual smile, while shaking, spoke softly
"I nee--ded to ge--t to w--work."
Bela, still considerably concerned, removed his brown coat, placed it on the floor, grabbed his hands and brought him closer to the fireplace. She also knew she had to find some method to use her body temperature to warm the man up. The blonde Dimitrescu, pulled the brown haired man's body into hers, and held Anton close, until he felt a little more at ease with the fireplace bringing some of the man's temperature up.
It was definitely starting to work, and Anton began to blush, he longed to have his sweet Bela, back in his arms like this for so long, and now to have that moment eased him so much.
Finally, his shaking had slowed down after a few minutes, and he looked into Bela deeply, causing her to smile back, he glanced around the vast main hall, and noticed something on a small table, a wooden chessboard.
Bela gave the man a puzzled look as to what he was looking a direction of, finally seeing it gave a slight chuckle, but not before Anton spoke up quietly,
"You a chess player my dear?"
The eldest Dimitrescu looked back while still holding onto Anton, grinning playfully, "Haven't lost a match yet. Are you issuing me a challenge Mr. Raddu?"
The man smiled and laughed lightly, "I'm always up for a challenge Miss. Dimitrescu, the question is what's the winner get?"
Bela giggled and then tried to give Anton a serious look, speaking softly asking, "Are you feeling a little warmer now Anton?"
Anton looked at Bela with a slight frown before replying, "Slowly, yet surely, working on it still, any ideas?"
The blonde woman smiled and replied, "I have one."
Without any hesitation, Bela placed both her gloved hands on Anton's face, and pulled him into her lips, locking into a hungry kiss.
It was a moment that both had longed, with not seeing or being around each other for so long. Neither wanting to break away, but relishing the moment of such passion, desire...perhaps even love?
As far as Anton was concerned, he did feel very strong towards Bela, his feelings growing towards her each day, but a word so powerful. He wasn't sure how she would take to it, and didn't believe her to have any experience at all with such a powerful emotion. Unsure, he merely continued to embrace the kiss the two shared.
All of a sudden, he felt a stinging sensation on his lower lip, the blonde woman had sunk her two fangs into his mouth, slowly, and passionately. Although Anton felt odd at first, he did not pull her away nor feel any anger, but stronger lust.
Bela in that moment, began to suck the little bit of blood coming from the slight puncture from his lips, using her mouth and tongue, sending such sensual feelings although Anton's body, warming him up faster.
Although the two were clearly becoming more hungry for wanting each other, the moment came to an immediate stop, when another giggle was heard on the staircase above them. Both Anton and Bela broke off their moment, the blonde woman proceeding to wipe the slight blood of her mouth, the same with Anton as well.
The couples looked horrified, as the middle Dimitrescu sibling was looking down at the sight before her, grinning with folded arms, slowly coming down the steps with her black robed dress and hood up, covering his dark brown hair. Anton and Bela's secret was out, they were caught.
"Well, well, well, well. I see my dear sister has done so well, to break mother's rule of no men in the house. And keep this filthy man pany."
Anton, cleared his throat, coughing and stepping away from Bela, looked at the middle Dimitrescu siblings' direction, before speaking up, "You must be Cassandra, I'm pleased to finally meet you, I am."
Cassandra interjected right away, frowning, shouting loudly, yellow eyes in daggers at the eldest Raddu sibling, "SHUT YOUR FUCKING FILTHY MAN THING TONGUE, BEFORE I CUT IT OFF AND USE IT TO CLEAN THE DIRT FROM MY SHOES!"
Anton was taken aback, widened blue eyes, but was expecting this level of hostility, for Bela had warned what could happen if their relationship was discovered by her family. Still he immediately stopped talking.
Bela was feeling embarrassed and angry, but used a calmed tone before speaking firmly to Cassandra still coming slowly down the stars, as if a predator approaching their prey, stalking, eyes focused to rip it apart.
"Cassandra, that's enough. Show some respect, decency, he has a name, not man thing, control yourself."
Cassandra mockingly laughed, before continuing herself slowly down each step, glaring at both Anton and Bela, she then held up her gloved hand and began counting her fingers, speaking playfully, grinning fangs.
"Oh, where are my manners? You're right he does have a name other than man thing, let's see we have breakfast, brunch, lunch, dinner, midnight snack, what else."
Bela approached the base of the staircase, speaking firmly, locking her eyes in a serious expression onto the brunette,
"Cassandra Dimitrescu, stop it. His name is Anton Raddu, he's the Duke's assistant. He's been delivering supplies for us for a few months now. He came in at my request to warm up from the storm outside."
As the middle Dimitrescu sibling, completed her descent down the stairs, walked slightly away, while locking playful yellow eyes at Bela, raising an eyebrow while letting out an evil giggle.
"Oh he is definitely delivering something dear sister, and I'd say he's looking very warmed up to you, wouldn't you say Mr. Raddu?"
Anton couldn't help but feel extremely embarrassed, went red, and approached the eldest Dimitrescu with an apologetic look, speaking softly,
"I'm sorry, I overstayed my welcome, I should get going now." And with that, the brown haired man smiled one more time at Bela, before turning to make his way to the front door.
The blonde woman reached and grabbed Anton by the arm, speaking firmly with pleading eyes, "You're not leaving to go, just because my sister will not show any respect. Cassandra, he is helping with our deliveries, mother needs him to help, the Duke needs him to help."
Cassandra laughed out loud, throwing her darkened hair back, speaking softly and mockingly, "Oh dear sister, but I think you are just afraid to admit he's here to help you with something, I can only imagine, what our dear mother would think of our so smart, so esteemed, so praised dear Bela bringing in a man thing into her home, and..warming him up so."
The eldest Dimitrescu, felt such anger but terror if her sister did tell their mother what would become of Anton, not so much him losing his job, but probably his head, literally.
Before she could interject another word, a blood curdling scream was heard from the kitchen, snapping the attention of all three individuals in the main hall towards it's direction.
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A ceramic plate was now covered by a second massive slab of meat. As the red headed Dimitrescu, Daniela was gathering a light snack to take up to her room before bed. Humming a sweet melody she played on the piano before growing tired and feeling hunger set in.
Across, the chambermaid, Elena Benzar stood watching the youngest Dimitrescu carefully with her sharp green eyes, as she was wiping platinum silver cutlery and putting it away, letting out a slight grin.
Just as the redhead was about to select a third large chunk of meat, she withdrew her gloved fingers away from that decision, giggling lightly to herself, and speaking up,
"My dear Elena, I should stop now. Portion control is important to keep a good figure like this around."
Before the short brown haired servant could utter a word, the door leading to the outside of the kitchen, barged open.
A young, short, light haired man wearing a black leather coat stepped in while pointing his small sidearm at both Daniela and Elena, looking nervous but focused.
The maid raised her hands instantly, before screaming very loudly, and began to back away from the young hunter.
Daniela, with the door open and being blasted by the wicked snowstorm, was completely at the man's mercy. It was beyond torture, like someone lighting her on fire, as her swarm began to come apart. She screamed and growled in pain, before falling to the floor, her yellow eyes full of both rage and terror.
The young man continued to point his pistol at the downed redhead, but not before the servant Elena quickly walked up to the hunter, disarming him of his weapon, much to Daniela's relief.
But something seemed off, the move was way too easy, although the redhead put it off as merely the young man was inexperienced. But by god, she longed for the maid to shut the door and stop the cold air from coming in.
Whatever the emotions were going through Daniela's head, panic was starting to set in, and then the moment happened.
The short brown haired maid turned around with the gun pointing at Daniela, and pulled the trigger with a loud bang.
Daniela was already in pain, but nothing had prepared her for the more tortuous feeling, from something she had not had happen to her in years. Being shot in the same place as her original wound. A second shot happened, in the terrified redhead's stomach. She screamed, grabbing her injured abdomen, feared the worse.
With tears trickling down her pale face, the redhead couldn't help but look up asking the million dollar question,
"Elena, why? Why are you doing this?"
The maid, grinned maliciously and spoke up in a mocking tone lightly and slowly raising her tone louder, "This was needed to be done for so long, and now I will avenge so many people and be the one you will wish, you didn't bring so much hell upon you deranged psychotic FUCKING WHORE!"
Daniela, couldn't help but look with pleading watery yellow eyes, as the woman approached, placing the gun at the redhead's temple. The young Dimitrescu sibling now knew what it was like for all those helpless victims who were awaiting their end.
Author's Notes
-Surprised? That idea of Elena turning came up last second, hope ya liked it.
-As I mentioned, I'm taming down the wicked cruel evil side of Mother Miranda, and even Karl Heisenberg...make them more family oriented but carry their powers, personalities, and Miranda still does want to commit to bringing back her lost child, Eva. That work will come
-This one was kinda short, and I decided my next chapter will include the hunters vs the Dimitrescus….and someone gets hurt….bad.
-Again, thx all for the reads, subs, and comments….I'll bring more out soon :)