1119 Cadiz Spain
It was almost unbearable to see her once again from the 16 year old girl who would have be laughing as she danced with him. Watching as Elijah and Niklaus would try to one up each other during their swordfights. While sweet Rebekah would chain flowers on a string made from an animal. Till he saw her dancing on that dreadful stage in front of lesser men. His beautiful sister devoid of any smiles or light, feeling her soul call out to his made him ache.
But night after night he came back to see her from a distance although she knew he was there sticking to the shadows, rather than be directly below her. Tracing her hands on the top of her breasts to wrap around her waist, brought back the feelings he thought long since vanished. He would not allow her to be separated from him again.
Running her fingers through her hair as she threw her head back. The tips of her hair tickling her back, the men groaning in their seats at the sight of her, made him growl. Simply believing they didn't have a right to see any part of her, for she was his. Body, mind, and soul. Sensing the anguish deep in her heart as once long ago she was happy and free. Till she 'died' and only for that to be a complete and utter lie from Esther.
The days seemed to blur together as it was all the same. Men came in, drank, and hollered while she teased them to the point of intoxication. Briefly remembering her old life, a boy with the same dark eyes and hair as her would appear in her mind. Till she saw the mysterious man that one day walked in like a beacon of hope, swelling in her heavy chest. Like she got struck with lightning, drawn to him in that very first moment. Only days before feeling like she'd never leave this 'palace' until men would think she too 'old' and be discarded, which would be a relief, but for some reason after she tried to slit her wrists in the bathtub it only healed closed, like magic. The skin would close and it would be like she hadn't even cut herself to begin with. A fake smile plastered on her lips as she led man after man to their suite. Hot disgusting breath hitting her neck as their lips left kisses upon her skin, rough hands roaming her body as they tugged down her body and she would be forced to unbutton their pants. Laying beneath these lecherous men as they would thrust in and out, in and out. Grunts and moans filling the room as they would tremble above her, feeling the hot liquid drench her. Till they would roll off with a satisfied smile on their lips, on their side. While tears slid silently down her cheeks while she laid there till they fell asleep.
Then she would sneak out of the room, would tug on her panties to leave before they sensed her there still. Till once again her hands would turn the knobs and slid safely into the tub. While the hot water hit her like tiny bullets hitting her back as she brought her knees into her chest. Her sweaty perfect curls being destroyed, laying her nose on her knee. Entire body shaking despite the hot water covering her, gut-wrenching sobs escaping her throat. Eyes burning with unshed tears as they threatened to fall down her cheeks simultaneously. Feeling the burning lump in her throat multiplied by a ten-fold and dark tears fell from her red ringed eyes despite her determination mixing with hot scalding water falling from above. Shaky fingers grabbing onto the rag and scrubbed at her skin till it was red and raw, blood turning pink as it washed into the water below. Promising herself that she wouldn't be weak again, that no one would hurt her despite the words falling short as she stuttered, unconvinced. Attempting to erase the men from her skin, hair, and thighs like they never existed. But the longer she stared onto her raw skin the more the memories resurfaced and felt disgusted at herself, at the world. Scratching her long nails into her already healed thighs, crimson pooling down as she dug deeper and deeper into her skin. Till it slightly longer to heal that she felt satisfied. Pushing the wet soft stands back and rubbed at her eyes harshly smearing the makeup all over face. Unaware that the mysterious man felt the same as she did right now.
Hoping and praying to gods that didn't exist, and hoped they heard her calls of anguish. Hoping that she'd see him again, her heart slowly piecing itself together even though the cracks would never mend again while the pieces of her mind slowly chipped away. That it send electric shocks through her veins as she thought more and more about him. Hoping he too wouldn't let her down as she stood from the pink faded water. Lifting one feet after the other in a daze with a smile dancing across her lips. Causing her dark chocolate eyes to come alive as she stared at herself in the broken shards of the mirror above her table. Her body practically buzzing in excitement as her eyes felt heavy to keep open, desperate to get to tomorrow. Sliding her feet against the floor, feeling pain in her foot but ignored it and fell asleep humming on her cold soothing sheets.
The sheets were ripped from the bed as he slapped the nearest body at his reach, causing the head to be severed from their shoulders, rolling on the ground. No longer caring about the latest wench on his bed as he paced angrily. Everything in sight falling to the floor shattering or being smashed against the nearest wall. His eyes dark and menacing ,slightly becoming unhinged as the blood splattered across his face like someone took a wet paintbrush and whipped at the canvas in this case his face. Hearing the sanguine red pound within the warming body. His eyes snapping towards the young girl, eyes blood red and veins crawling beneath as he watched her like a predator sensing her fear, and smiled like the hunter he was. Sauntering towards her with his white gleaming fangs dripped with blood. A blood curdling scream left her lips making her body freeze with terror. His fingers curling within her hair, swiftly moving her hair to the other side with such tenderness that she felt wary for a moment. Till he sunk his white teeth into her carotid artery and drank deeply like an animal. Tearing viciously into the flesh as she fought against his iron-clad grip which only made him squeeze her body more against his body. Till the screams left her lips, heart lulling to a never ending sleep and fell limp in his strong arms, dead. That her head fell into the sheets as he released her body from his tight grip. Blood soaking the white sheets below. That it became a game and he would win. Dragging his beautiful sister and she'd follow willingly of course to the pits of hell of which they were created.
Her eyes found his in the dark crowd as her body hummed with excitement. Her heart soaring while her hands down her body while men drank their liquor. Bodies slumping to the table like zombies, glasses shattering as hit the floor. His eyes remained transfixed on her as she slithered her body like a snake like she was following the curves of the snakes, her hips swaying to the macabre violin. Her eyes locking with his, a burning passion consuming her soul as pure desire seemed to drip from her eyes, even more daring since his arrival. It seemed he returned the favor, desire pooling inside his body as she moved her body,
'all his' he thought nursing his bourbon in his hand. Legs atop the table and his back dipping into the chair as he stared. Feeling the same harsh glare burning into his back since he came, witnessing the Mistress of the Macabre. Yet to be near her or touch his sister who used to climb into his bed all the time when she thought no one was looking, curling into his embrace making him coil his strong arms around her small frame despite being the same age, and twins nonetheless. He always thought that she the most beautiful girl in the world while finding the village girls dry and plain, nothing compared to his twin. That still made his nerves stand on edge and slithered through his body, spreading everywhere. The sweetness creeping in his veins imagining his long fingers tangling in her dark curls laying beneath him, her long creamy skin legs curled around his waist once again, hands roaming each other's skin memorizing every curve, and blemish from Mikael's wrath in the long dark nights. His mouth worshipping her skin with every kiss being imprinted into her skin. Their souls calling out to one another in the harsh stage lights, displaying everything that was suppose to be his.
Pants becoming unbearable and tightening as he shifted in his seat to relieve himself and sighed running his hands over his face. Until he could make her remember him.
Knowing her memory was hazy from the long-term abuse and the many spells shielding her from the truth, despite her soul aching for his.
'Soon.…and then everything would be where should.'