Ursula tossed and turned in bed unable to sleep. Dreams or rather nightmares plagued her nights for the past two weeks and tonight was no exception. Sighing softly, she climbed out of bed careful not to disturb the other occupant in the room. Tiptoeing across the room she grabbed her silk robe and placed it around her small frame. Walking down the narrow staircase she ventured into the living room where she sat across from the rustic fireplace. Closing her tired blue eyes she tried to clear her mind. Memories of being trapped all alone for three days and nights without anyone to save her assaulted her frazzled nerves. Opening her eyes Ursula wiped the stray tears that escaped and sighed again.
He hurt her. He fools her to be in love with him.
You did the same ~ A small voice sang from in Ursula's head.
Ursula scowled and slammed her whiskey down. No, I don't!
You fool him. You tricked voice replied.
He deserves it. Ursula growled.
You were concerned about his actions.
Ursula growled. I said shut up! However, she couldn't help but notice that the voice was making some valid points... Ursula shook her head. I was faking the whole thing but I didn't ask for that abuse.
He loves you! The voice sang.
Who are you? Ursula asked, getting the idea that the voice wasn't going to leave her alone.
Isn't it obvious? I'm you. Ursula could almost hear the voice smirking. Well, the fun you anyway. The bit of you that you locked away when your parents died.
Ursula tensed at the memory.
Yeah. I'm the bit of you that you always deny the existence of. The bit of you that's fun, ticklish, that loves chocolate and Caius-
I don't love him!
Yes, you do; it's right here in your head.
I'm done with this conversation, Ursula sighed.
You mean... the conversation with yourself?
...Shut up... Ursula sighed
She somehow watched himself, like a ghost from another corner, as she stared at the wrought-iron balustrade. That railing, attrite and dusty. But beautiful squiggles, truly. It's a shame she never really risked a closer look at this unique craft.
The burning liquor found its way past her tongue, down her throat. The well-known whiskey-warmth spread in her guts. She couldn't remember lifting her arm to take the nip. Apparently, the functions of her body weren't entirely dead yet.
Unlike the functions of her mind. Or heart. Or her emotions. Because of these? They were completely shut down. Definitely not existent. Like a dried-up stream of sensations that she once was able to feel. She just sat there, numb and frozen, strangely glued to the massive oak-table. Heavy shoes stuck to the floor like they were one with it. But of course, no one was there to see it.
What was that?
Oh. Yeah.
It was blood. Her own blood, dripping from his hand because she had clenched the crystal so hard, that it broke. Some shards still protruded from her palm as she spread her fingers. They glistened in the dim light of the bunker, like some sort of creepy, red diamonds. Honestly? It had its own, astonishing beauty.
Ursula couldn't feel any pain. Nevertheless, she wiped her hand on her pants as she stood up and went over to the bottle of whiskey standing on the sideboard. The glass underneath her soles creaked with every step.
She grabbed the bottle with her bloody hand and removed the plug with the other. It was heavy and diaphanous, cut like a crystal star. Precious. She knew this thing since they moved in here. She made a fist around it and pressed it on her forehead. Eyes shut.
It was the splintering sound of the peg, she must have thrown it against the stone wall with full force. Who needed this stupid thing anyway. Alcohol was there to be drunk. Not to be bottled up until better times are coming. Because – spoiler alert – better times never come. She took a long sip directly from the bottle. It almost slipped out of her hand. This fucking blood was dangerously slithery.
She examined the content of the bottle. It was almost half empty. That wouldn't be enough. Luckily, she had taken precautions and stored some bottles of whiskey for her private bar.
Constantly sipping at the golden liquid, she somehow found her way to the couch.
No
It was the sound of breaking porcelain, cups and small plates - the ones with the delicate red border. And they're - right in the middle of the shard pile? A ceramic painting of a sun. The mug, broken, sun-face still smiling up at her like a fucking joke. Her mug. The one Caius bought her some years ago at a rummage sale, while they were hunting in a sleepy town who-knows-where
She needed to get out of here. Without looking back on the mess she just made, she stumbled to the exit, plunging into the low-lit corridors. A six-pack of beer under her arm, and another bottle of whiskey with her. Just to be sure. She had no intention of enduring this night sober. In fact, she couldn't imagine ever sobering again in her life.
Her life. What was this even worth? Ha. She scoffed bitterly. This couldn't be really called life, after all. This was a freaking reality show for entertaining some weird, sadistic, overpowering shit-head, who has nothing better to do than watching humans running around in a maze. Like rats in a lab. No, now's not the time to think about all the damn shit that happened recently.
Ursula's feet suddenly came to a halt in the middle of the hallway. Of fucking course. Her damn body stopped her exactly in front of the door of his room. Alright, nothing more to lose. Let's get the entire fucked-up happy-meal-program. She opened the door and stepped into the small room.
It was a long time ago since the doctor saw this chamber from the inside. There wasn't much to see, to be honest.
The nightstand was more... interesting. Damn, Ursula could somehow feel her limbs again. Quickly, she took another long sip of the whiskey. Some books, all in Latin. Alright. Come on now. There was a picture of him and Ursula, they were laughing. Ursula couldn't remember that he could even smile like this. Fuck.
The bottle hit her teeth.
Ursula finally ripped his gaze away from the nightstand and turned around. She needed to get away, off to his room at last, where she planned to immure herself until fucking Caius would come and get her in person.
Then her eyes fell on the bed. Pillow, virtually unused, the grey blanket folded perfectly beneath it. A letter.
Sitting down on the bed and taking a deep breath, she quickly opened the envelope and was already breathless from the first word:
Dear Ursula,
The closest thing I can relate myself to is Icarus. The boy who flew to close to the sun and died.
It all started off as mere infatuation but has grown into something much more. I have been alive for centuries, but never have I met anyone whose beauty surpasses yours. You are the rays of sunlight that touch my skin, the curve of the crescent moon that completes it, the blood of my 'undead' heart.
The love I have for you truly scares me, for I am afraid that the shield I've been polishing for years will be easily penetrable by you with time. You are beautiful, knowledgeable, and loving to the deepest extent, and I revere you for that. Although it is nearly impossible for someone like me to be given a chance by someone like you, I still have a single wish in mind that could hopefully come to life with your approval.
I refuse to settle for the moon. I have the key now.
Like Icarus, I will take to the skies and reach for the sun.
However, I am not like Icarus. Icarus was a fool. Icarus failed.
I will not fail.
I will find the place where souls meet and find the sun and grasp it and drag its ass back to where it belongs!
C.V
Ursula's eyes started to tear up as she read this letter, as she read the letter various times, she thought and thought about what she would say when she saw him again.
Marcus shook his head and sighed deeply. There was Ursula, cowering on the floor in Caius' room, his back leaned against the bed. He held on to the empty whiskey bottle like it was the only thing that connected him to this world and insanity.
The room was a mess.
The closet doors were torn out. Bedsheets scattered everywhere. Sam thought he saw one of Caius' ties lying around too. The drawer of the bedside table was in pieces. The splinters of the wood covered the bed sheets on the floor. There was a framed picture on the floor at Ursula's feet, but he couldn't see what's on it, because the glass was completely broken. The fine cracks stretched across the surface like a spider web.
The letter was there too, the brown strip ruffled around it. As he saw this little innocent thing, apparently violently treated by Ursula, Marcus jumped to his friend, who was still sobbing uncontrolled. She didn't even seem to realize that Marcus stepped into the room.
"Ursula!" Marcus shouted a little bit too loud because he was scared. Scared to his bones, because Ursula Black doesn't cry like this. She cries silent and in shock, maybe even hiding in her room. Ursula never-shed-a-tear-if-you-can-avoid-it Black didn't cry hysterically. But there she was, gasping for air, wet face, shaking body.
"Ursula, what the hell! Look at me!" Marcus put both of his hands on Ursula's shoulder and shook her slightly.
Ursula looked up. Marcus met her gaze and what he saw in the doctor's eyes, scared him even more. Red eyeballs, swollen lids, and brokenness, so deeply anchored, he felt his own strength falter. Tears of venom gathered in the corner of Marcus' eyes, as Ursula's heavy breathing seemed to slow down, because of the calming heaviness of Marcus' arms.
"Marcus…" Ursula whispered with a hoarse voice. She tried to swallow down the tears.
"Marcus, I…"
Marcus put his arms around the woman's trembling body and pulled her into a tight hug.
"Shhh…" he tried to calm her down. He tried to calm them both down.
Ursula, she pushed him away.
"You let him hurt me" she shrieks.
Marcus looked at her as if she grew another head. Ursula cocked her head to one side. "What?"
"The whole time you were..."Marcus was dumbfounded for just a few moments. It couldn't be, it's not possible, how was this even possible. He started to shake his head and closed his eyes; his hands came up and started rubbing at his temples. Maybe this was all just a really, really bad daydream. Vampires don't even sleep.
"You let him hurt me and rape me."An icy tone pierced through his thoughts."Why?"
Marcus was still trying to wrap his mind around everything
"We thought that.." The man squeaked. They thought what? Really what? .That Caius will give up to Ursula because she was with someone else. Once, Aro read Caius and saw everything. His mind was filled with many thoughts of Her; the human woman. Ursula Black. He was obsessed with her. Her passion, her courage, and even her mortal frailties – He wanted to have her. To have control over her.
He wanted to possess her mentally and physically. His mind was filled with obscene and vulgar images; of Caius claiming young Ursula, over and over and over
Aro told him about Caius' plans. Their brother had planned to take young Ursula forcefully from her home. And slaughter any vampire or human that prevented him.
Seeing the expression on his friend's face, Marcus cautiously asked. "How?"
"After our first round of sex."Ursula spoke benignly."At first, I was surrounded by darkness and I could hear only Caius' voice but then..."
Marcus frowned, clicking his tongue in displeasure."Keep going.."
"I found my self naked next to him." Ursula nodded."I went crazy about anger and pain. I had cheated on my fiance and my best friend raped me by some Avada kedavra spell."
"Caius," Ursula whispered, "Caius ."
The vision faded. She tried to hold on to it, but the world fell away into the darkness again.
They had just finished feeding when Heidi smiled real mischievous like.
"Oh no," Alec mumbled just a split second before.
"Is it time for a horror flick yet?" she said in the creepiest way possible.
"Hell yeah!" shouted Demetri, Maggie, and Tanya, Felix and Jane.
They walked toward the playroom while Heidi grabs Alec by his ear bring him with them. The movie started off innocently enough, people going missing and such. And when the monster finally got down to killing and blood spattered all over the place Demetri turned to check on Maggie, she was clinging to her boyfriend's arm. Then over at Heidi, who was giggling quietly, yes giggling.
Alec was flattened out on his chair looking like he couldn't decido who would be the safer person to cling to, Jane was grinning her trademark creepy grin and Heidi was giggling. Felix and Tanya looked a little freaked out but not much. Demetri smiled, this was the best group of people to watch a horror flick with ever.
About halfway through Jane began to laugh right out. Set chuckled at the frightened look on Alec's and Tanya's faces when they realized it wasn't the movie that was laughing.
Demetri leaned over. "Why are you laughing?"
"Oh, this reminds me of this one time that I made this guy think he was being eaten by alligators, or another time I-" Jane burst out into another fit of giggles when a girl was dragged screaming away from her friends.
After the movie, everybody shot Jane's evil glares. She was still smiling.
"I am never going to see a horror movie with you ever again." Felix said, "I think your laughter will haunt me in my dreams." He was as pale as a ghost.
Alec ran his hand through his hair. "Alright, I'll be on my..." He blinked and looked around. "Did you hear that?"
Demetri and Maggie both looked at him. Felix raised an eyebrow. "What is it, Alec?"
"Fangirls," Alec whispered to Tanya. Demetri's grip on the Maggie tightened.
"Run Alec." Jane started to push Alec. "RUN!" She yelled.
Alec took off running as a group of girls came screaming and running. "THERE HE IS!" one girl shrieked and they took off after him. Jane looked at her family, "I have to go take over from here. He's not fast enough on his own." She said vanishing.
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From the other side of the castle, Aston was walking toward Aro and Sulpicia`s bedroom wanting to give his report. Two months had passed since Caius disappeared and Ursula collapses. Master Marcus had sent almost all the guards wanting tp find his brother and bring him back but everyone knows that Marcus wants to punish his brother for Ursula`s condition.
Aston walked through the hallway and came face to face with his king and queen. They were holding hands and concluded they just finished kissing.
"Aw, isn't it cute?" Alec said appearing out of nowhere next to Aston. Aston looked at him. "Gah!" He jumped a bit. "Where did you come from?"
"That's my secret," Alec said shaking his finger back and forth. There was a loud shriek behind them all.
"GET HIM!"
Alec's eyes widened. "Son of a- I'm cursed! Why do they keep finding me!" He yelled as he took off running past Sulpicia and Aro.
Aro grabbed Sulpicia's hand and pulled her out of the way of the rapid fangirls as they trampled everything in their path while chasing after Alec. Sulpicia held onto Aro`s shirt until it was all clear.
Aro turned to Sulpicia."We must find him a boyfriend or girlfriend. "
"You got it," she replied with a shudder.
Alec came running back down the street. The fangirls catching up quickly. He looked back at the group, not paying attention to where he was going. He tripped on the curb of the stair and went flying over the side of the hallway and found his self staring at a pair of black Italian shoes.
"Whatt.?" He asked with uncertainty. Looking up, he met those piercing red eyes, the only problem was, they did belong to one of their cruelest masters.
"Oh no..." Alec muttered, before letting go and backing away slowly."Master Caius.."
I would like to thank my supporters and I want them to tell me how they want the story to end.
The doctor to forgive the vampire and stay with him or Caius would be heartbroken because Ursula hates him and wants him to stay away from her.
Please, tell me.