So I murder love in the night,
Watching them fall one by one they fight,
Do you think you'll,
Love me too, ooh, ooh?
They had arrested her, the accusations unbelievable and completely bewildering. Jadelyn could still hear Victoria's cries clear as day, her voice trembling as the authorities took her away.
Victoria sat on her couch emotionless she could hear the rambling all around her though the voices never fully reached her. She was in a daze, a state of complete shock. It was true that her nanny wasn't her favorite person in the world but now she was dead, staked like some kind of monster. The images flashed through Victoria's mind once more and she grimaced, swallowing back the vomit that rose in chest. Her eyes soon began to fill with tears; she couldn't believe it, ever since she was young she was made to understand that Greywood was the safest place to be. Now the circumstances crumbled her idea of the perfect solitude. Her fist cleaned, her anger and confusion rising, she couldn't understand who would do this and why.
Victoria was just about to scream when she felt a pair of smooth silk palms touch her fists. She looked up from her trance to see Jadelyn's beautiful blue eyes gaze back at her in understanding.
That was Victoria's undoing, she crumbled on the couch, falling into Jadelyn's arms.
"Jadelyn, it's horrible, so horrible." She cried into her dearest friend's chest, no doubt drenching Jadelyn's silk dress from her ongoing tears.
"Shhh Victoria, everything is going to be fine, I promise. Everything is going to be okay." Jadelyn whispered into Victoria's hair, her hands caressing Victoria's shaking arms. She cradled the young Victoria in her arms, whispering soothing words as she played with her long brown hair and repeatedly kissed her forehead. It was a rather intimidate act, one of comforting friend and a lover. Victoria couldn't help but snuggle closer into the raven haired beauty's arms, finding peace in Jadelyn's touch.
(-)
The sheriff, Beckett and Victoria's parents Richard and Katherine Vega were all in a heated discussion, each one of them sharing a rather unwanted opinion on the matter. A murder had occurred, the town was set on it's heal and if the sheriff got his way he would have this all resolved tonight. Cordelia was the second murder, the towns people all awake and shaken in their house hold. News travels fast in such a small town. Two women were dead and the sheriff was sure to be damned if he allowed another murder to occur.
"Now you two were asleep when this murder had taken place?"
Katherine clutched to her husband's side as she answered the question, hastily she replied,"Yes!"
"And you Mr. West, how did you find yourself at this time of night on Vega property?" Sheriff Davis asked. Beckett looked at the sheriff boldly in the eyes.
"I had visited Victoria earlier today, leaving behind a few personal belongings. I only came by to retrieve them."
"You didn't see it fit to have come in the early mornings of 'morrow to retrieve your belongings Mr. West?" Davis asked, skeptical.
"Davis! You gonna want to take a look at this." A young William Hathaway called from the top of the stairs.
"Excuse me." Davis said as he gave Beckett a look that warned the conversation was long from over.
Beckett watched as the sheriff took off to the long staircase. Beckett's attention quickly turned to Victoria, looking around for her as her mother began to sob obnoxiously loud right next to him. He saw her there, in the distance sitting inside the family room that was located right across from the staircase. She was being comforted by his sister and Beckett couldn't help the resentment he felt for not being able to hold Victoria in her fragile state, though he could feel from the bond Jadelyn's care and love for the young girl.
(x)
"Well, isn't this interesting." Davis' eyes looked over in rasp wonder. His men had found a few questionable things lying around Miss Victoria Vega's bedroom, though they were there to retrieve and cover Cordelia's body they had done a search throughout the mansion for clues as to how the murderer was able to get in and get out in record time. What Davis saw before him was rather unnerving. Underneath Victoria's bumptious bed was a rather large bag, one filled with holy water, stakes and crucifixes. As the men cleared out the bag a notebook flew out and hit the ground. Everyman looked around cautiously as Davis bent down and took hold of the journal. He opened the front cover and was astounded to find in fine print the name: Cecilia Evermore.
"Oh my, this certainly is a change of events." Davis whispered.
(-)
"Unhand me!" Victoria shouted as the men gathered around her. Jadelyn by her side stood fierce and in control, her guard held up. "What is the meaning of this?" Jadelyn asked, suppressing the urge to twist a few necks.
"Miss Victoria Vega you are going to be held in custody, my men had gathered a far amount of solid evidence that holds you to the murders."
"What!" Jadelyn and Victoria gasped.
"That's impossible." Beckett snapped.
"We have found evidence, enough to put you under our watch." Davis says.
"How's that?" Victoria yells, "I haven't done anything."
"Then what do you make of the bag of holy water, stakes and crucifixes underneath your bed?" Davis asks Victoria. Victoria's eyes grow wide.
"Oh good heavens!" Katherine Vega cried.
Davis shook his head as he motioned to one of his men, "Hathaway, tie her up."
"Now wait just a moment, my daughter's not a murderer." Richard barked, his face turning unusually red.
"Unfortunately for you Mr. Vega, it is not for you to decide. Hathaway, would you mind tying Miss Vega up!" Davis snaps at the young boy. Quickly Hathaway turned his attention to Victoria.
Everything went by rather quickly then, like hell had frozen over. Katherine Vega had taken to pacing back and forth crying out, "Why is this happening to me? What have I done to deserve this! My child, my Victoria."
Beckett had reached Jadelyn before she did something reckless, holding her hands in a painful grip. "Do not cause a scene, we'll find a way to help Victoria. We'll find a way." he said low into her ear.
All the while Victoria started to cry, her hands being held together by rope behind her back. "I haven't killed anyone, this is preposterous. Please, I swear it to the heavenly father above I am not a murderer." she pleaded with Hathaway. Hathaway looked at Victoria, "Sorry ma'am, that's not for me to decide."
Victoria's eyes reached Jadelyn and Beckett, who stood a close distance from her. "Help me." she mouthed to them. But yet they continued to stand still, knowing very well if they did move they both would attack every man in this room. Leaving none alive.
"Don't worry Victoria, you'll be fine." Beckett calls to her as Hathaway turns her around by her hips and moves to walk her out. Something inside both the siblings dies and they both turn from the view of Victoria being lead away.
"Victoria do not resist them, please, you'll be find. I'm sure of it. We'll get you out of this." Richard says to her as soothingly as he could.
"Papa, I'm scared." Victoria cries as the sheriff and his men leave the house, Hathaway continuing to lead her out.
Everyone gathered to watch them host Victoria up on a horse, her hands still tied behind her back. The house help rushing outside to get a view.
Once Victoria was secured, riding along Hathaway, all the other men had settled on their horses. Jadelyn held herself by Beckett's side, her heart dropping deep into the abyss. Her eyes saw red. How dare they accuse her innocent Victoria of this! How dare they!
"Relax Jadelyn, she will be freed, they have nothing to hold against her. And if they do not release her, we will set her free." Beckett said through their bond, his words hazy in her mind.
And then they all watched as the horses took off, Victoria leaving behind a look of horror on her face.
(x)
They had taken her to the old Saint Mary church; within the basement of the holy sanctuary was an old dungeon, one that reeked of dust and mold. The stone covered walls left her in most discomfort, the only source of light glowing from the candles set around the dark halls. The heat was unbearable, her dress stuck to her body uncomfortably, sweat leaked down from her forehead in heaps. Never had she ever thought of her hair as a nuisance before, but as the heat made her vision a bit blurry she desired nothing more than to cut off her brunette waves. They had searched her, lifting up her dress to cheek and see if she had anything hidden. She was flooded with embarrassment, so much so she wanted to cry, though she wouldn't dare give the sheriff and his men the satisfaction of seeing her cry. Afterwards they ran tests on her, splashing holy water across her hands, making her sniff onions and forcing her mouth open to check for any signs of fangs. She swore these men were mad. They had accused her of vampirism; she had to bite her bottom lip to keep from laughing. Vampires were children's stories, common folklore, nothing more and nothing less.
Afterwards they locked her in a cell, no bed, no sheets, just a stone floor. Victoria sunk to her knees and wrapped her arms around herself. And when she was sure the men were gone she began to cry. She was scared, alone and being accused of murder, nothing could go more wrong.
(x)
Jadelyn and Beckett had tracked them to the old Saint Mary church; they lurked outside, hidden within the trees trying to strategize a way to set their beloved free.
"It's not possible. Being this close to holy grounds is dangerous enough, stepping on those church grounds will make us go up in flames." Beckett said, pulling back his hair in frustration.
"I don't care. We need to find a way to reach her. Maybe compel one of the guards."
"No, they've been blessed by the church, our compeltion is useless against them. "
"What if they find her guilty?" Jadelyn asked, her voice stained in fear. Beckett and Jadelyn took a moment to stare at one another, the tension rising was palpable they both knew the penalty of vampirism and murder: Death, by hanging.
"Don't think it Jade."
"I have to see her." Jadelyn turned so that she stepped closer to the church grounds, her head pounding and her thoughts scrambled. Before she had time to take a step closer Beckett had her pinned up against a tree, gripping her with both hands by the neck.
"Don't be stupid! What good are you to Victoria dead?"
"As good as I am alive if she were to die. I can't allow it."
"Neither can I." Beckett snapped back at her as he released her, "Come, I know of a way."
(x)
"It is yet a dawn of a new day, what brings you to my door night walkers?"
Christopher Harris asks as he leans against his door, he acknowledges the vampires at his door with a quick look then turns to stare down at his nails.
"I need your help." Beckett says clearing his throat as he awaits the witch's answer.
"And why should I help you?" Christopher asks.
"Because, I had saved your father once a long time ago and in return he told me he'd grant me anything I desired, consider this me coming to collect."
The witch looked up from his nails into Beckett's eyes in wonder. After some time the witch let out a sigh.
"Give me your hand." Christopher asks to which Beckett quickly obliges.
Beckett lifts up his hand in the air and all it takes is one tiny bit of contact for the witch to find out Beckett is telling the truth.
"It's late. Lucky for you both I'm bored and willing. Come on in."
The witch lives on the skirts of Greywood in a small cottage; it is small inside but comfortable with very little furniture. Beckett and Jadelyn step inside and their eyes wonder about before finally resting on each other.
"What is it that I can do for you night walkers?" Christopher asks, getting straight to the point.
"We need to help a friend escape church grounds." Jadelyn says, folding her arms.
"Ah, I see. Young Victoria Vega, the murderess?"
"She is not a murderer! She's been falsely accused." Jadelyn snaps.
"How did you know about her?" Beckett adds.
"The wind speaks to us at times; it whispers the gossip of town in the latest of nights. It's a gift we all have been granted by mother earth." Christopher says.
"Can you help us set her free?" Jadelyn asks.
"No. They have placed her inside of a church, the supernatural do not enter holy grounds."
"I know little about a witch's power; I have only heard of its greatness… Surely there is something you can do." Beckett says, his eyes pleading for any solution.
"Whose to say she won't set free?" the witch insists.
"For heaven sake she's being accused of murder, they have false proof that could kill an innocent."
"A murderer framing an innocent girl, now who would want to do that? Surely you both must know of anyone wanting to harm Victoria?"
"No, she has no enemies; she is greatly loved by many people. We had a feeling since the first murder had taken place that it was a vampire, perhaps someone from Beckett and I's pass who wishes to harm us." Jadelyn says.
"Can you night walkers name all of your enemies?" Christopher asked.
Jadelyn and Beckett shared a look; they had lived a long time, in all their years of life from time to time they'd make a new enemy. The possibilities could be endless.
"I see. So there's a murderer, possibly a vampire who's loose in Greywood and out for revenge and in their great scheme they had felt to harm the one person closes to you. Interesting." Christopher says.
"Help us." Beckett says, "We fear the town is in desperation, the penalty for murder results in death. She can not die, we will not allow it."
Christopher breathes in, consuming both Beckett's and Jadelyn's emotions.
"You both love her, don't you?"
The question was left up in air, neither sibling wanting to cause more friction between the other. Yes, indeed they both are in love with Victoria, and in desperation, they would do anything to keep her alive.
"There is something I can do. But I would need a personal belonging of Victoria's, clothing, hair, something that she had used. We shall meet once more in the peak of sunlight. Now go, retrieve what I had asked and do not be late." Christopher said and as he closes his eyes to take a beat, the vampires disappear.