;;Third Person Point of View;;
Chained to the table with multiple stakes dipped in vervain lay the woman, her eyes were closed as she tried to concentrate on anything which wasn't painful.
The person which stood in front of her didn't laugh, nor smile as he watched her frowning face remain set. He wanted information, and how best to gather the information than torturing the very thing that would know.
"Where are they?" he asks leaning forward, another stake in hand. "If you tell me, I'll not send this stake into you." His words were emotionless as he spoke to the woman.
Not opening her eyes, she pursed her lips and remained silent. Refusing to respond to the man in front of her. She physically felt the stake point on her upper thigh, "If you do not speak now, this will be painful." the male voice growled as he applied pressure into the stake.
It burned, and the feeling of the vervain dipped stake plunging slowly into her leg felt vicious. A burning poker in her leg, and the pressure wasn't going to cease. Her thirst for blood also put a damper on her strength as her body could not compensate for the fast regeneration of a vampire, especially with the stakes still in her body.
She didn't know what to focus on anymore, but biting her lip, she refused to scream in agony. Pushing the stake till he could not push any longer, the vampire backed away, the vampire would not speak, she needed a few more days of starvation, and maybe then she'll confess, he thought.
"Fine, I will leave you here to rot. When I return, I'm sure you'll confess where my children are. Sage Mikaelson." he snarls, leaving the she-vampire known as Sage where she was tied.
When she opened her eyes, Rowena felt her body had stiffened in her sleep, and the cold sweat on her body was just a dull reminder of her awareness. The dream was no dream, it was a nightmare. A nightmarish memory of her past.
The fear running through her veins kept her frozen in bed. Her thoughts twisted confusedly as she tried to calm herself down. Her torturer was the one and only Mikael of the Mikaelson Family. Or also known as "Father."
It was coming together slowly. Her memories of her life as Sage Mikaelson, the experiences, the memories of her tortures, and her life from young to vampire were slowly arising in her mind. It was confusing at first when she first started having the memories return in dreams almost every night, but she had grown to writing all the details in a small book she kept closely with her. No one would be able to read her book anyways, the language in her book was in ancient runes.
To others around her, they had noticed a change in her very being. The strange little things she knew, but shouldn't or her knack for saying just the right thing a person needed. Rowena had grown to be polite rather than withdrawn and silent. She smiled kindly, and spoke elegantly to people around her, including the lowliest of the witches servants.
The months had gone by and as Rowena focused on her studies along with the memories, others would often see her wandering the halls. The kindness she would give was equally received in return. She had become "The Lantern Lady" among the households she visited.
Yet behind the politeness still existed a sternness in which she used to scold. Rowena had recently been haunted by nightmarish dreams of her time in Mikael's hold, and noticed strange marks appearing on her body in the exact same places the person received in her nightmarish dreams of torture.
Her left wrist had plainly taken on a small glyph known as a Moon Glyph. At first Rowena was frightened by the development, fearful of something going wrong with her body as she kept having the strange dreams.
Her professor had looked over the mark one day, and noted it must be her Old Soul marks, things in her past life with which appear in markings on the body. Surprise could not even come close to this information. For the mark on her wrist was not the only one. The marks started to appear one by one after she had dreamed particular memories.
The mark on her wrist developed after she had a memory of the time a witch had captured a female vampire she loved, and had agreed to giving blood to the witch. The witch had nearly drained her past life's body completely from the extraction on her wrist.
These markings appeared in variety, but also seemed to cause a rise in her witch powers. She could do her incantations for alchemic study faster than other students, or words were not needed when she casted a spell, all she needed was a simple hum in her throat, and the spell she needed. Rowena had become a walking prodigy.
It came at a price however, the amount of knowledge she had was viewed as astronomical, and if she did the proper procedure of a ritual she could cast almost anything. Rowena was trapped with her coven, she was not allowed to leave her confines wherever she stayed, and her mother was always searching for ways to exploit Rowena as a way of making herself seem powerful. Watching her every move.
It was suffocating for her. A witch was not meant to be caged.
At least one with memories of a life as a vampire.