Violet had not gone insane, as she had hoped. Instead, she had almost died of the plague that she had most likely caught from her now dead stepfather that had died from a different kind of plague entirely. When Violet's mother had informed her of what had happened to her, the girl had tried (and failed) not to hope that she wanted to die…
Though the girl was usually strong willed and full of life. Being around so many of the dead seemed to suck the light out of her. That's what she had thought anyways, she pushed the idea that she was secluding herself out of her mind. After all, if you surrounded yourself with the dead, how were you living? Violet had decided the answer: You were not living.
The girl was young and missed home, in all reality… what was happening to her was all too real and too frightening and far too new for the girl who had previously led a very boring life that held no excitement or passion for anyone involved. Whereas at the vampire underground, everything had changed for the young Lady Howard, who now was simply addressed as Violet, had a lot to adjust too because everything in the new place, inhabited by more than a dozen vampires, was filled with excitement and passion. It was really very overwhelming for the girl.
After her mother had realized that her daughter was not going to die from the illness, she had abandoned Violet once again in favour of Tobias… leaving Violet lonelier than ever before. She now understood why criminals would rather poison themselves than be imprisoned, because you wanted to die either way.
She spent her days in her nightgown, she did not see the need to dress because she was not entertaining nor was anyone coming to see her.
On one night in particular, Violet sat curled up on her bed crying silently. She had woken up alone and soon she would be going to bed alone. She would do the same thing the next day, and the day after that. Or so she thought…
As she felt a tear drop dribble down her face, her door suddenly opened. A couple walked into the room deeply embraced, their mouths not leaving one another and their eyes shut. At first, Violet was in shock and could not say a word, but after realizing what was going on she screamed. The two people broke apart and looked at her. The woman was hardly a woman at all, she was only a little older than Violet and stood in a way that screamed lower class—Violet assumed she was a servant. The man was dressed royally and was rather white.
Violet did what she had been told to do, if someone came into her room without permission. "This is Tobias' room! Get out or he'll kill you!" she yelled at the intruders. The man did not hesitate to run quickly out of the room after some muttered apologies. But, the girl stood at the door contemplating what Violet had meant.
"Who is Tobias?" The girl muttered, looking at Violet with round eyes.
"Why do you care who he is? All you need to know is that he'll murder you!" Violet said as fiercely as she could, which wasn't very scary.
"Is he one of them?" The girl asked.
"Are you one of them?" Violet asked, weakly.
"No, are you?" the girl asked, and continued. "I can never tell until they pull out their fangs…"
"I certainly am not!" Violet said, not really being offended… but rather, thinking she should be offended.
"Good, then…" The girl spoke softly. "My name is Mary."
"I'm Violet." Violet said, wondering if she should say her noble last names.
"You went missing a while back, eh?" Mary said. "Did they steal you? You're of noble blood, these blokes are always lookin' for new ways to make gold."
"Has it been in the papers?" Violet asked, folding her legs. "I mean, do not tell anyone."
"Calm yourself, I would do nothing of the sort. I'd get meself drained." Mary said in her thick accent.
"I was not stolen. I was escorted; my mother is here… she brought me with her." Violet spoke with dignity.
"Right," Mary chuckled. "Well, your betrothed is lookin' for you."
Violet gulped.
"He's a right old git, am I right?" Mary continued laughing.
"Yes…" Violet whispered. "W-were you abducted by the… them?" Violet asked.
"Me? No, I come down at night to earn more gold! I work at a brothel, you see…" Mary said, unashamed of her way of life and the job she kept to keep it comfortable.
"I've never met a whore before…" Violet said mindlessly.
"I've never met a noble woman before, I only deal with noble men." Mary chuckled once more.
Violet nodded and got up from her bed and walked towards Mary, who looked up at her—for she was shorter than the tall Violet.
"What's wrong?" Mary asked, and Violet flung herself into Mary's arms and sobbed.
"Dear sweet, Mary… thank you for talking with me. I have been so lonely." Violet cried into the other girl's arms.
"Poor girl, shhh now." Mary patted Violet's back, and tried to comfort the hysteric girl. "You have to keep strong, or else the world will tear you down. You can't hide in this room, I've heard them talk about you… they wonder why you never come out, and laugh at your fear."
"Do they?" Violet sniffed.
"Yes…" Mary responded firmly. "You need to show them. And besides, you can't waste your life away in this room. Go have some fun… you aren't a noble anymore, you may do as you wish."
At this, Violet was confused. But Mary wiggled her eyebrows at the younger girl, and Violet nearly choked on her tongue. The girls broke out into laughter, and for the first time in a long time…
Meanwhile…
Eric Northman had been feeling a little off lately. Though he was constantly surrounded by his peers, and the women and men that they brought home for their dinners… and desserts, he had felt awfully lonely. From the moment he woke up he felt sad, and the whole day through he felt as though the day would end that way as well. At some points, he even felt like he could… cry. This is when he knew something must be coming over him, perhaps a disease, or a witch.
But just when he began to feel as though all hope was lost, and he would soon turn to dust… he suddenly felt overwhelmingly happy and joyous. So much so, that as he was inside a woman he said something very out of character.
"This is great!" He said excitedly, and then realized what had just come out of his mouth. The woman beneath him just smiled and blushed and the pair continued.
It wasn't until later that night, that Eric realized that the same something that had made him feel despair and loneliness was now making him feel joyous. And it was at that moment, when he suddenly felt nervous. The inside of his stomach felt asthough it had knotted up, and the he was going to explode.
That was it. He couldn't take it anymore; he had to get his normal emotions back! So, he mindlessly walked into the main area of the underground and sat down beside Ocella, who was feeding off of a man.
"Something is influencing my behaviour and emotions…" Eric said clearly to his maker.
"And what would that be?" Ocella asked, wiping his mouth off with the almost drained man's shirt, and focussing his full attention on Eric despite seeming rather uninterested.
"I am not sure of that." Eric groaned, eyeing the crowd for someone to take his frustrations out on.
"Child, have you swapped blood with a human as of late?" Ocella asked, seemingly annoyed that his child could not figure out his own problems.
"No," Eric said, very surely of himself.
"Ah… I do recall directing you to give blood to Tobias' dying human." Ocella said, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, but I could not have a blood bond with the girl. I never fed off of her." Eric said, brushing off his maker's suggestions.
"Ah, perhaps there is a witch amongst us?" Ocella suggested, whilst skimming the crowd for his next potential lover, considering he had killed the last one.
"Perhaps…" Eric muttered.
Ocella threw his hand onto Eric's chest. "If I've ever seen a human look so… unhuman."
Eric moaned and then looked in the direction that Ocella was looking in. And as he did, he looked right into the violet eyes of the girl that he had saved.
AH! It's been so long. I'll update regularly. 3 R & R !