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Summary: She has a demon inside of, eating her from the inside. She needs saving before she becomes one of the worst things she would hate to ever turn into. Who will save her?
Author's Note: I simply hope you enjoy this new chapter.
The air around her changed and as she focused on her sullen reflection, the still damp tear tracks stood out. She felt ashamed at herself for letting such an emotion creep up at her like that, she hated to feel fragile and weak all the time, rather she at the moment was in no mood to tolerate weakness, her own weakness in particular.
Quickly she wiped them away with the back of her hand, just as the door creaked open.
Not turning around her voice drifted from her lips distantly. "Yes?"
A swish of material announced the movement of the person. A soft, shy female voice reached her ears as she idly drew random patterns onto the window seat's surface. "Miss Blaise has sent me over to escort you to your…feeding practices."
She sighed and firmly answered the servant. "I do not require a feeding today, thank you. Please tell Miss Blaise that."
With soft clunks she felt the servant girl hesitate before leaving the room quietly and quickly.
Her throat began to itch and throb with a dull ache at her disappearance.
Yes, she admitted it…she needed to feed but she wasn't up to it.
She was simply waiting for him.
If it took the whole week she would wait, because then she could prowl and hunt her prey…she enjoyed hunting with him.
She loved the hunt. It was exhilarating, a rush of adrenaline stabbing you and tainting your bloodstream. Adrenaline made you do crazy things…a vampire with adrenaline pumping fast and heavy through their body was very strong, and possibly lethal depending on the situation.
She gathered herself and headed over to one of the extremely comfortable chairs nearby the fireplace in the grand library.
Yes, this was a library with tall shelves upon tall shelves of books, a special ladder set to move and make the task of grabbing a book at the tallest point less of a feat.
The library was accented in dark colours; black, navy blue, midnight blue and dark browns.
Mostly it was accented with black.
This place was a calm sanctuary at times.
As she plopped into the plush, Victorian style single chair she gazed into the blazing fire.
A clink sounded as she fingered the chain of her Siberian tear necklace inset firmly with lapis lazuli stones.
Kicking up her feet and laying them languidly over the armrest of the chair she lifted right hand and tilted her gaze. The ring on her finger glinted with silver accents; a lapis lazuli stone embellished with a single initial of her first name was set into the silver band.
E
Was the single letter inscribed onto the stone's surface.
As she brought up her other hand she examined all the other rings she adorned, on the finger just after her thumb. A strange sort of opal like, chrysoprase ring shone with inner mystical power…strong magic.
A special tattoo was embellished and written into her flesh. It was one of intricate knots with moons and a black panther stretched onto the expanse of the single ringed finger – close to the top.
It never faded…and if she were to skin the finger the tattoo would stay and return just like unwritten plain flesh would. It had become part of her flesh; it had been imprinted on her. Of course the tattoo held magical properties, especially because of the ink that was used to create the design.
It was yet aother thing along with a few enchanted rings Blaise created for her.
With a sigh her hands dropped down as she stared at the ceiling.
Bored. Her fingers drummed against the surface they were laying on.
Abruptly the fire roared and blazed in time with the creak of the door.
Clicks of what she assumed were heels echoed off the walls and into her ears, her fingers stopped there ministration "Blaise." She simply murmured the name of the woman who she knew stood in front of the fireplace, before her.
"You have to feed." She stated simply.
Slowly her eyes lifted to gaze at the woman before her, arms crossed and a single arched brow. Black tresses spilled in soft waves down to end just at her ribs, the dark tresses framed soft porcelain skin. Brown eyes were practically painted the colour of golden fire, reflected inner flames that burned inside of this woman's body. Red lips were set into a frown as the forehead - on her soft heart shaped face – creased.
Her body shifted, making Elena take in Blaise's attire a black La Garçonne - Staerk Lace Greenwich Dress, it was similar to a tank dress. She adorned a smoky gray Rick Owens leather jacket; the collar was folded out long. Her legs were sheathed in black spiral patterned lace leggings and black open toed black pumps with open sides and ring like hoops set into the square like leather front piece, they were Alexander Wangs. A multiple long chained necklace with pendants and a black cross finished off her dark outfit.
For someone so petite, Blaise packed a powerful witch kick of her own. Blaise's witch fire blazed in her fire like eyes.
With a sigh she answered her back. "No, I don't have to feed Blaise…"
"I don't believe you, it's almost been a week and you haven't fed since…" She just shook her head at Blaise's words.
"I want to hunt…" She drifted off only to pick up again.
"I want to hunt with him…So its fine, I can wait." She ran her fingers through her hair.
A hand curled around the one wrist that was relaxed, she saw Blaise's face near hers with a cool unreadable expression written onto the planes of her face. "No it's not fine because…I don't want you to starve yourself and torture yourself while you wait. The last thing we need is you to turn into a starved vampire, all crumbly, ashen and still, too weak to move. Just feed a little please?"
A humourless laugh left her lips. "No. That won't happen, Blaise. Trust me I'm fine."
She heard a sharp sigh and the click of heels as she gazed into the fire. "Fine...if you say so." The creak of the door announced her leave.
With her own little sigh she got up and walked over to the island beside the chair with decanters of alcohol. Removing the crystal top, the sweet scent drifted to her nose.
Licking her lips she poured the drink into a crystal glass, shaking out her mane and as she closed the decanter she sipped at the crystal glass.
The delicious warm liquid of Scotch burned down her throat and made her body flush pleasantly.
She needed the burning feeling, the alcohol…it helped her in so many ways.
Plopping down into the soft plush seat, her mind was filled with emotion of missing him.
It had been six days and she had a few hours to go without him. He had told her that he had to simply leave for a week. It was a relief that he would be here soon, right in the morning of the brand new seventh day.
She wished he didn't have to go though, because really and truly she wanted to at the time for him to remain with her at the grand estate.
He was one of the few she had begun to trust and to feel this way about him, since her change. It was like that vampire switch was flicked on halfway. To anyone else she was basically...a cold bitch.
On top of that her memories were at times disjointed and difficult to conjure up visually or even fully.
Her memories had been…messed up, screwed around with.
Probably with compulsion which made her mad, because she didn't like the thought of her being compelled with. Even though she partook in that practice. When it came to her memories, her full memories being messed up with…the idea didn't sit well with her.
Though two twin cerulean eyes burned behind the lids of her closed eyes, they burned with a like a wild fire in her dark tainted mind. After awhile she got the stirring of dark anger and betrayal towards those beautiful cerulean crystalline eyes and she didn't know why. She could only remember everything properly until up to the first day of returning to school since the death of her parents and then separately she had a strange memory of a wicked woman that looked like her physically which scared her.
Katherine.
What she could gather from her screwed up memories was that she was her doppel ganger. That was the only label that sprang to her mind when her face drifted to the recesses of her dark mind.
She simply gulped a considerable amount of the amber liquid.
Tapping her fingers on the armrest, she digged deeper into her thoughts.
Darkened memories, tinged with violence entered her mind that switched the course of her thoughts slightly.
Memories of...That night, that horrible night.
The night of her change.
The night of the end of one life and the rebirth of her second.
A shiver attacked her body, which only elicited a curse from her.
Bad memory…
Her body began to twitch with boredom so she did something stupid which was gulping down the alcohol in her glass and disposing of the glass properly until later use.
Sitting on a long length couch in the room - also placed by the fireplace - she laid against its length slowly and got comfortable amongst the few pillows strewn across the couch and wrapped herself in the midnight toned afghan.
The alcohol was doing its job as well as putting her to sleep, which was quite convenient for her right now.
Her eyes fluttered closed, opening then closing slowly until she was pulled under.
She felt herself, her mind surface above the dark recess of sleep by a sensation…a strange sensation she had no name for well at least through a sleepy hazed filled mind. Warmth trailed down the side of her face – from her forehead to the end point of her neck.
As her eyes opened and was met with a blurry face looming over her, she tried to focus in on the unknown figure. Except it seemed her mind wished to taunt her because she saw a flash of cool, dilated blue eyes and crimson tainted the sclera, the whites of the eyes vanished. Fangs peeked through the parted lips and darkened veins covered the skin underneath the eyes.
Fear slammed into her and she felt the panic begin to well up like a coil in her body.
Her first instinct was to let out a scream or too attack and go into survival but she bit the feeling back like usual.
Soft emotion streamed into the hypnotic, rich, velvety, sensual voice as it called her name. "Elena."
Instantly, the mirage shattered at the sound of the voice speaking her name.
Author's note: I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
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