Rated PG-13 for self-mutilation and violence
Velkan dreamt.
He was in a palace, wearing his usual hunting attire (A/n: The one he wore when he and Anna trapped the previous werewolf.). Fine and grand, but it had a Gothic look to it. Ethereal its design, but it was undeniable that Darkness was part of the base. It couldn't be his place. Nor Dracula's-HIS would be much darker than this.
So, WHOSE place is this?
A crow, no, a raven, flew at his arm and pecked it viciously. It flew off before he could take retribution for his now bleeding arm. Why did it hurt him so? Then he noticed the blood pooling on the marble floor. It became a red rose before his very eyes. Picking it up, he noticed the wound had healed. Then, the scene changed. He was in a room. A little girl aged 7. Her raven-dark shoulder-length hair was being combed by a thin looking maid, fussing and mildly scolding her, telling her to be a good little princess. She wore a lacy-white dress and a pair of white shoes. His blood turned to ice when he caught side of the girl's face-it was Cassandra. He allowed himself a smile. She looked quite sweet. Just then, a few pebbles hit the windowpane. Jumping away from her fussing maid, she opened the window and yelled,
"Cornelius! I said not today! My relatives are to arrive any minute!"
He walked to the window-and saw a boy with tousled hair and a scruffy appearance down below. Cornelius, he presumed.
"You look..like a ...like..a ..GIRL!"
gasped the boy in melodramatic horror.
"That's what I am, Corn you half-wit, pea-brain fool!"
"Yes indeed, but today, you look like it!"
With that, the boy began to parade and giggle coquetishly. Fury filled Cassandra as she ran past the maid and (unknown to her) Velkan, screaming,
"Girl or not, you better start praying!"
"Young Missy! Stop! Cease! Desist!"
Velkan's eyebrows raised considerably as Cornelius ended up a human mudpie- and Cassandra, a muddy yet triumphant warrior woman-well...girl, standing over him. He swore, he saw a lot of Anna in that girl. The scene changed again. (A/n: Ever After fans, YOU know which scene I'm talking about!)
Cassandra was in a garden, sitting on a stone bench, reading an obscure volume. She was probably 17 now. She was wearing a black gown, Victorian style obviously. It was a strapless number, with tapered sleeves and made a ring at her third finger. Her hair was in a bun. Velkan looked around the garden. It was lovely and smelled of roses-and...Death? There was a water fountain in the middle of it, filed with sculptures of woman weeping and drowning. A man was walking towards her. Rage filled Velkan. It was him..Count Dracula!
"Cassandra,"
He called out to her. She got up, smiling.
"My Lord."
And went to him, like a lamb to the slaughter. He kissed her hand and pulled her into an embrace. Velkan ran towards her, trying to save Cassandra, when Dracula looked up and smiled at him cruelly. Like a spell, Velkan became immobilized. He watched helplessly as Dracula drank from Cassandra-and she him.
"From now on, you shall be blood of my blood, kin of my kin, flesh of my flesh-Darkness shall be your new identity. I henceforth call you Shirra."
With that, they fell into a dark kiss, inflamed by dark fury and passion. Velkan could not bear to look. Then, Dracula looked up and sneered,
"Do you think she will love you –like this?"
He fell to the floor, crying in agony, as he became a werewolf. Cassandra hid behind Dracula, who soothed her.
"Where is this place?"
"The palace of MY mind,"
replied Cassandra, an unholy smile in her lips.
And he woke up-
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Dracula stood over him, a vindictive look on his evil face. There was a whip in his hand, laced with silver.
Without a word, he started whipping Velkan viciously. Blood splattered over his attire but he didn't care. Velkan screamed in pain as the whip tore into his flesh, leaving bloody gouges. ( Think "The Passion" and you'll probably grasp his pain.)
"What have I done to deserve this?"
cried Velkan. Dracula stopped. And picked up a cloak belonging to Cassandra.
"She gave it to me!"
He cried. Then he stopped, afraid to get her into trouble.
"How dare you think such improper thoughts of my fledgling!"
snarled Dracula as he continued to scourge Velkan.
"Do you think she actually loves you?"
"Do you think she will if she saw this?"
Dracula stopped at that. Then he realized he wasn't alone. He looked up-and saw a figure rushing up the stairs.
"Shirra!"
She had seen everything.
CASSANDRA'S POV:
It is all my fault. ALL MY FAULT. I hate myself. I hate myself so bad. I came here, thinking I would finally find a place where I belonged. Instead, I have come to a place where my nightmares took the form of flesh and blood. Because of me, Velkan is hurt badly. Because of me, Dracula is angry. I doubt they will ever love me again.
Locking the door behind me, I fall to the floor, sobbing deeply. Because of me, two people I care for are hurt. I pick up a dagger from a wall –and start cutting myself. For a moment, I actually think I hear an angel, no, a dark siren sing....
I HOLD MY BREATH AS THIS LIFE STARTS TO TAKE ITS TOLL
I HIDE BEHIND A SMILE AS THIS PERFECT PLAN UNFOLDS
BUT, OH GOD I FEEL I'VE BEEN LIED TO
LOST ALL FAITH IN THE THINGS I HAVE ACHIEVED AND I
I'VE WOKEN NOW TO FIND MYSELF IN THE SHADOWS OF ALL I HAVE CREATED
I'M LONGING TO BE LOST IN YOU (AWAY FROM THIS PLACE I HAVE MADE)
WON'T YOU TAKE ME AWAY FROM ME
I have cut myself so many times that even for a vampire, it will take some time to heal. Blood trickles down, staining my velvet pants and white poet shirt. I care little for it. Looking at the white walls that are of the same color of my skin, I dab my fingers into my blood-and start to write, for writing is the only way to tame my inner demons....
CRAWLING THROUGH THIS WORLD AS DISESE FLOWS THROUGH MY VEINS
I LOOK INTO MY SELF AS MY OWN HEART HAS BEEN CHANGED
I CAN'T GO ON LIKE THIS
I LOATHE ALL I'VE BECOME
I'VE WOKEN NOW TO FIND MYSELF
IN THE SHADOWS OF ALL I HAVE CREATED
I'M LONGING TO BE LOST IN YOU (AWAY FROM THIS PLACE I HAVE MADE)
WON'T YOU TAKE ME AWAY FROM ME
LOST IN A DYING WORLD I REACH FOR SOMETHING MORE
I HAVE GROWN SO WEARY OF THIS LIE I LIVE
I'VE WOKEN NOW TO FIND MYSELF IN THE SHADOWS OF ALL I HAVE CREATED
I'M LONGING TO BE LOST IN YOU (AWAY FROM THIS PLACE I HAVE MADE)
WON'T YOU TAKE ME AWAY FROM ME...
I drop the dagger from my blood-soaked hand. I lick the coppery essence off my fingers as if they were chocolate. I look up at my bloody creation. Writing on the wall. I read it aloud:
My blood are the roses that fed by the dew of my eyes and grow in the palace gardens of my mind.
"Do you not feel pain?"
One will ask. A mortal no doubt. Pain? Pain holds my atoms and molecules together. Darkness is the glue of my being. Sorrow embraces me to my bones. I grin crazily as tears run down my face. I lean back in my chair and let the darkness take me deeper into madness.
Velkan dreamt.
He was in a palace, wearing his usual hunting attire (A/n: The one he wore when he and Anna trapped the previous werewolf.). Fine and grand, but it had a Gothic look to it. Ethereal its design, but it was undeniable that Darkness was part of the base. It couldn't be his place. Nor Dracula's-HIS would be much darker than this.
So, WHOSE place is this?
A crow, no, a raven, flew at his arm and pecked it viciously. It flew off before he could take retribution for his now bleeding arm. Why did it hurt him so? Then he noticed the blood pooling on the marble floor. It became a red rose before his very eyes. Picking it up, he noticed the wound had healed. Then, the scene changed. He was in a room. A little girl aged 7. Her raven-dark shoulder-length hair was being combed by a thin looking maid, fussing and mildly scolding her, telling her to be a good little princess. She wore a lacy-white dress and a pair of white shoes. His blood turned to ice when he caught side of the girl's face-it was Cassandra. He allowed himself a smile. She looked quite sweet. Just then, a few pebbles hit the windowpane. Jumping away from her fussing maid, she opened the window and yelled,
"Cornelius! I said not today! My relatives are to arrive any minute!"
He walked to the window-and saw a boy with tousled hair and a scruffy appearance down below. Cornelius, he presumed.
"You look..like a ...like..a ..GIRL!"
gasped the boy in melodramatic horror.
"That's what I am, Corn you half-wit, pea-brain fool!"
"Yes indeed, but today, you look like it!"
With that, the boy began to parade and giggle coquetishly. Fury filled Cassandra as she ran past the maid and (unknown to her) Velkan, screaming,
"Girl or not, you better start praying!"
"Young Missy! Stop! Cease! Desist!"
Velkan's eyebrows raised considerably as Cornelius ended up a human mudpie- and Cassandra, a muddy yet triumphant warrior woman-well...girl, standing over him. He swore, he saw a lot of Anna in that girl. The scene changed again. (A/n: Ever After fans, YOU know which scene I'm talking about!)
Cassandra was in a garden, sitting on a stone bench, reading an obscure volume. She was probably 17 now. She was wearing a black gown, Victorian style obviously. It was a strapless number, with tapered sleeves and made a ring at her third finger. Her hair was in a bun. Velkan looked around the garden. It was lovely and smelled of roses-and...Death? There was a water fountain in the middle of it, filed with sculptures of woman weeping and drowning. A man was walking towards her. Rage filled Velkan. It was him..Count Dracula!
"Cassandra,"
He called out to her. She got up, smiling.
"My Lord."
And went to him, like a lamb to the slaughter. He kissed her hand and pulled her into an embrace. Velkan ran towards her, trying to save Cassandra, when Dracula looked up and smiled at him cruelly. Like a spell, Velkan became immobilized. He watched helplessly as Dracula drank from Cassandra-and she him.
"From now on, you shall be blood of my blood, kin of my kin, flesh of my flesh-Darkness shall be your new identity. I henceforth call you Shirra."
With that, they fell into a dark kiss, inflamed by dark fury and passion. Velkan could not bear to look. Then, Dracula looked up and sneered,
"Do you think she will love you –like this?"
He fell to the floor, crying in agony, as he became a werewolf. Cassandra hid behind Dracula, who soothed her.
"Where is this place?"
"The palace of MY mind,"
replied Cassandra, an unholy smile in her lips.
And he woke up-
888888888888
Dracula stood over him, a vindictive look on his evil face. There was a whip in his hand, laced with silver.
Without a word, he started whipping Velkan viciously. Blood splattered over his attire but he didn't care. Velkan screamed in pain as the whip tore into his flesh, leaving bloody gouges. ( Think "The Passion" and you'll probably grasp his pain.)
"What have I done to deserve this?"
cried Velkan. Dracula stopped. And picked up a cloak belonging to Cassandra.
"She gave it to me!"
He cried. Then he stopped, afraid to get her into trouble.
"How dare you think such improper thoughts of my fledgling!"
snarled Dracula as he continued to scourge Velkan.
"Do you think she actually loves you?"
"Do you think she will if she saw this?"
Dracula stopped at that. Then he realized he wasn't alone. He looked up-and saw a figure rushing up the stairs.
"Shirra!"
She had seen everything.
CASSANDRA'S POV:
It is all my fault. ALL MY FAULT. I hate myself. I hate myself so bad. I came here, thinking I would finally find a place where I belonged. Instead, I have come to a place where my nightmares took the form of flesh and blood. Because of me, Velkan is hurt badly. Because of me, Dracula is angry. I doubt they will ever love me again.
Locking the door behind me, I fall to the floor, sobbing deeply. Because of me, two people I care for are hurt. I pick up a dagger from a wall –and start cutting myself. For a moment, I actually think I hear an angel, no, a dark siren sing....
I HOLD MY BREATH AS THIS LIFE STARTS TO TAKE ITS TOLL
I HIDE BEHIND A SMILE AS THIS PERFECT PLAN UNFOLDS
BUT, OH GOD I FEEL I'VE BEEN LIED TO
LOST ALL FAITH IN THE THINGS I HAVE ACHIEVED AND I
I'VE WOKEN NOW TO FIND MYSELF IN THE SHADOWS OF ALL I HAVE CREATED
I'M LONGING TO BE LOST IN YOU (AWAY FROM THIS PLACE I HAVE MADE)
WON'T YOU TAKE ME AWAY FROM ME
I have cut myself so many times that even for a vampire, it will take some time to heal. Blood trickles down, staining my velvet pants and white poet shirt. I care little for it. Looking at the white walls that are of the same color of my skin, I dab my fingers into my blood-and start to write, for writing is the only way to tame my inner demons....
CRAWLING THROUGH THIS WORLD AS DISESE FLOWS THROUGH MY VEINS
I LOOK INTO MY SELF AS MY OWN HEART HAS BEEN CHANGED
I CAN'T GO ON LIKE THIS
I LOATHE ALL I'VE BECOME
I'VE WOKEN NOW TO FIND MYSELF
IN THE SHADOWS OF ALL I HAVE CREATED
I'M LONGING TO BE LOST IN YOU (AWAY FROM THIS PLACE I HAVE MADE)
WON'T YOU TAKE ME AWAY FROM ME
LOST IN A DYING WORLD I REACH FOR SOMETHING MORE
I HAVE GROWN SO WEARY OF THIS LIE I LIVE
I'VE WOKEN NOW TO FIND MYSELF IN THE SHADOWS OF ALL I HAVE CREATED
I'M LONGING TO BE LOST IN YOU (AWAY FROM THIS PLACE I HAVE MADE)
WON'T YOU TAKE ME AWAY FROM ME...
I drop the dagger from my blood-soaked hand. I lick the coppery essence off my fingers as if they were chocolate. I look up at my bloody creation. Writing on the wall. I read it aloud:
My blood are the roses that fed by the dew of my eyes and grow in the palace gardens of my mind.
"Do you not feel pain?"
One will ask. A mortal no doubt. Pain? Pain holds my atoms and molecules together. Darkness is the glue of my being. Sorrow embraces me to my bones. I grin crazily as tears run down my face. I lean back in my chair and let the darkness take me deeper into madness.