On behalf of her Lord
She no longer sleeps
Blood.
Blood is the essence of life. It runs through your veins, it nourishes you; it makes you what you are. Without blood, you are nothing; you're dead. To live, you need blood, to be, you need blood. Blood makes you think, gives you voice, makes you breathe.
Death has no longer meaning
Nothing to make her stay
And it's through her entire body that blood flowed, as the corpuscles were materializing and engaging themselves through the newly awakened vessels. Veins brought blood to her heart, while arteries guided blood to her limbs and appendages.
They sold her soul away
To her arms, to her legs, to her skull, crimson blood streamed, reviving every tissue and organ that were inhabiting her immortal body. Bones hardened, muscles tensed, flesh recurred, and skin began to reappear. Scarlet fluid filled her beautiful features, hardening her skin and giving back to her lips the cherry colour they had once had.
I held you tight to me
You slipped away
After so many centuries of seclusion and confinement, her lungs were breathing, her heart was beating. She was living.
Ashes.
Ashes are a symbol of darkness and death. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, they say. She had perished in ashes, but from ashes had resurrected. Darkness, death, and ashes meant nothing to her anymore. Because she was alive.
You promised to return to me
And I believed
Sonja, daughter of the most powerful Vampire Lord and lover of the boldest and most ruthless of all Lycans, was alive.
I believed
Her fully restored body found the strength to achieve the very first motions after years and years of stillness and she frailly stood before the coffin that had been her grave and bed for centuries. Emerald eyes fretfully glimpsed across the narrow and dark chamber, as Sonja tried to remember where she was and what she was doing there.
And as a dream long ago forgotten, she remembered. The awful memories were anchored in her mind as if she had lived through these events only a few hours ago. Nonetheless, these were only memories of something that happened centuries ago. Memories that have been haunting more than one being, memories of her own death.
After the night she died
He wept his tears until they dried
She could still feel the sorrow and pain she was enduring back then. She could still hear the voices irking her mind. Her own deafening screech was still fresh in her memory. Apart from that, vicious roars of Lycans caged in the background were reverberating through Sonja's skull, reminding her of some incredibly miserable souvenirs. And most of all, the very last thing she saw before dying: the cruel sunrays burning her to death.
But the pain stayed the same
He didn't want her to die all in vain
Yet, what she remembered the most were the harsh sounds of vicious whips hitting against something, and soon followed by an echoing and distressing yell booming through the whole room. Only this thought was enough for her beautiful eyes to fill up with crimson tears.
Sonja's newly awakened heart made one single jump as she almost whispered, "Lucian. My love." By now, tears were flowing down her pale cheeks. "What have they done to you, my love. What have they done to us?"
He made a promise
To revenge her soul in time
He'll make them bleed
Down at his feet
There was nothing to do. Lucian was certainly dead by now, for the Vampires might undoubtedly have dispatched him for being what he was: a filthy Lycan who had the impudence to take the daughter of the most powerful leader of the Vampires as his bride. Sonja wondered if Lucian has been regretting their love while he was being whipped like a dog. She remembered the pain and distress that was impregnated in Lucian's eyes while he was suffering while witnessing her own death. There was no regret involved there. And as far as Sonja was concerned, she would have died for him. Which had happened, but only in the least expected circumstances.
I held you tight to me
You slipped away
Then, Sonja thought of her father, Viktor. How had he come to do this to her? To kill her, his own daughter. Back then, right after Lucian and her had been discovered in her bedroom, Sonja had that slight hope that Viktor would consent to their forbidden love and spare both their lives. But Sonja's hope had slipped away just as quick as it had come to her. This wasn't a fairytale, and Viktor was far from being forgiving, especially regarding the Lycans. Sonja knew that if only her mother had been there, things would have been different. She also knew that since Aurorae's death, Viktor has become so cold concerning practically everything.
Sonja's hand reached for the medallion her mother gave her centuries ago. That same medallion that Viktor himself gave to Sonja's mother, almost a millennium ago. That same medallion that wasn't there anymore. Sonja's heart made another jump as her hand desperately searched for her pendant on her neck and her eyes glimpsed throughout the stone floor of the tiny room. Her medallion was missing.
You promised to return to me
And I believed
For a second, Sonja started to panic slightly, but then calmed herself down when she thought that maybe, her father would have kept it in 'remembrance' of her. A sudden feeling of disbelief filled Sonja's heart. "In remembrance of what? Of having killed his own daughter?" This thought was enough to make her rage.
She was almost sure that if ever she were to meet her father once again, the latter wouldn't hesitate to send her back to where she came from. As far as Sonja was concerned, she was now seeing Viktor as a cruel being with no feelings who had proved it by executing his own flesh and blood for loving a Lycan. She showed absolutely no sympathy for him for what he has done to her and Lucian.
Sometimes she wonders
Could have she known about
Their true intentions
And now, she was alive. She couldn't get out of where she was. She didn't want to go out of her own crypt, for fear of some bad encounters. What if Viktor was still awakened? What if it had only been a year or less since her execution? Or maybe years have passed since then. Sonja didn't know.
"If only I had any clue," she thought to herself. The problem wasn't to know where, but when she was. Sonja's eyes fell on the door that was right in front of her. She couldn't stay here any longer, she had to take a chance.
Take chances. Once, she had sworn never to take a chance again. But now, she had to. Her frail hand reached for the door handle as she closed her eyes, sighing deeply. She turned the handle and slightly opened the door that made the sinister and grating sound of a door that hadn't been opened for centuries. She had to get out of there, for her own sake. She was alive, now. She didn't know how come she had come to revive, completely burned by the sun, but all she knew was that she was alive.
As the pain stayed the same
He's going to hunt them down all the way
Her thoughts stopped right there. She wasn't alive. She would have been, if only she were with him, with Lucian, her beloved Lucian. Sonja wondered if she, being the daughter of an Elder, could leapfrog through time like her father could. But to leapfrog through time didn't mean to travel through time and Sonja knew that no such thing was possible.
He made a promise
To revenge her soul in time
One by one they were surprised
How she longed for it to be, though. If only she had listened to Lucian and had ran away with him when he had suggested her to. Never would have she lost him. They could have lived blissful and peacefully forever together. The three of them…
I held you tight to me
You slipped away
Sonja rubbed her belly with her hand as she thought of the child that had been growing in her womb. The reason why both Sonja and Lucian were sentenced to death. A crossbreed of a Vampire and a Lycan, what Viktor had tried to prevent by killing his own child.
You promised to return to me
Her lost thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a strange noise. A noise that was coming from outside the door. This noise, Sonja recognized it perfectly: the sound of footsteps. Someone was coming towards here. And this wasn't good. Sonja flinched when she saw a shadow designed on the wall opposing the door of her crypt. Her heart started to pound heavily as she imagined the worst that could happen.
And I believed
Erika was very surprised to find that strange, secluded door opened. In fact, she was even surprised to see that there was actually a door situated there. Never, in the ninety-six years of her servant life at Ordoghaz had she ventured herself in this corridor. It was a well-known rumor among the maids of the mansion that the basement of the West Wing was guarded by some kind of ghost. Only Monika, the eldest of Erika's fellow servants, was aware of the truth, but had always refused to speak it up. As far as she was concerned, Erika had never believed in ghost stories.
Erika kept on walking towards the opened door. "Someone must have left it open," she thought. Another thought came up to her mind, "What's in there, anyways?" She was now standing right in front of the slightly opened door, unaware of the trembling soul that was standing behind. "Maybe I could just…" With this, she dryly opened the door and found herself face to face with Sonja, of course unaware of whom she was.
Sonja let out a gasp when she saw the young Vampress standing before her. She was somewhat glad that it was only a servant girl and someone she had never seen before. But now what?
Erika kept on staring at the Vampress standing before her. Only her wraithlike appearance was enough to freak her out. Never, in ninety-six years, Erika has seen this Vampress around. She was wearing a shabby white dress that looked really Medieval-like and her golden-brown locks seemed to float vaporously on her head. What bothered Erika the most was that her skin looked perfectly untouched, despite the fact that the stranger was wearing scruffy clothes. And also, these unusually bright emerald eyes of hers that were staring into Erika's purple orbs looked a little bit too spectral to the young maid.
Erika's eyes widened and her inferior lip started to shake slightly as she remembered this 'rumor' concerning a certain 'ghost' of the mansion. Taking a few steps backwards, Erika mumbled, "Oh, my Lord… it is true…" and then fled away, running as if death was chasing after her.
Sonja turned around from the door and swallowed. This Vampire has discovered her, and certain it was that soon, the whole mansion would be aware of her presence. She couldn't stay here. But she didn't want to face the other Vampires that were now judging her for what she has done. And most of all, she didn't want to face her father again. Who knew what he would do if the news of her resurrection was to get to him. She had to leave.
She had to leave, to somewhere no one could imagine to find a princess. And Sonja knew exactly what that place was.
The mansion's dungeon.
I believed