Chapter Two: Snow White Queen
Stoplight, lock the door.
Don't look back.
Undress in the dark,
And hide from you,
All of you.
You'll never know the way your words have haunted me.
I can't believe you'd ask these things of me.
You don't know me, now or ever!
'Snow White Queen by Evanescence'
Last Chapter: Niklaus Mikaelson, a young vampire traveling the world, stumbles upon a young princess, whom he quickly becomes besotted with. He captures her, stealing her away from everything she's ever known to take her as his bride.
Her body is shaking, tears rolling down her face and her hair ridiculously unkempt. He gently holds her and pulls her to his chest.
"Quiet now, little princess."
He presses his lips to the top of her head.
"I brought you here, because I want you to be mine."
"Yours?" She can't hide the tremor in her voice. Her body still trembling, she ducks her tear stained face away from him.
"Yes, love. Mine."
"I don't understand." She whispers, untangling herself from him and wrapping her arms around her body.
"Why? Why did you do this?"
"I desired you. I wanted to show you the world outside of that place. At first, I tried to stop thinking about you. But I couldn't. I was restless, I needed you. I love you." He stands behind her, his hand gently resting on her shoulder.
Disgust, anger and fear run through her body.
She jerks away from him, "Don't touch me."
As the days past she continuously tried to escape. Servants compelled to obey Klaus stood in front of the large oak doors every time she tried.
One night, it was different. Running, she had made it past the servants.
She flung open the door, she doesn't notice the emerald gem on her arm glow but within mere seconds, she's knocked back to the floor, with sharp pain, running up and down her arms. She was bleeding, her forearms cut and bruised, her hands felt as if she was holding fire.
She holds them to herself. Her teeth grinding together as pain rocks her body.
Klaus, in a fit of anger after she refused him once again, killed them in front of her. Necks snapped like twigs underneath his hands. Blood ran from his lips to his neck, dripping to the floor. She ran, up the stairs and into the room he had prepared for her. She locks the door, pushing the heavy armoire in front of it, hoping it will stay the man.
Her heart was pounding in her chest. She shook in fear.
She cries herself to sleep that night.
She wakes up to a gentle hand raking its' way through her hair and the sun warming her skin. Half asleep and incoherent, she lies there, relaxed until she lifts up her arms to stretch, and recoils in pain, a sharp gasp leaving her lips. She had forgotten about the gentle touch until two pale hands grab her arms in the same soothing manner.
"You've gone and hurt yourself, love."
She nearly jumps off the bed in her haste to put distance between her and her keeper. She fumbles, running across the room and desperately pushes a mahogany chair between herself and him.
"You need that taken care of."
He gestures to her arms, grimacing when she flinched at his movement.
"I saw you." Her voice is lower than a whisper, he wouldn't have even heard her if it wasn't for his abilities.
"I saw you murder them, just like you murdered everyone in my home. Just like you plan to murder me."
He looks devastated at the assumption.
"No."
"No?" She scoffs, feigning bravery that she didn't feel as her heart pumped even faster in her fear.
"You would. And I'm just curious as to why it's taking so long. What plans do you have for me, that makes you torture me so? To keep me alive after you have ripped everything away from me, surely this can't all just be for your own cruel pleasure."
"I would never harm you, princess."
"You lie."
"I do not. Just as I do not lie when I say I love you."
"I don't love you." She spat at him, "I would rather die than ever care about something as low and as vile a creature as you."
A breeze blows past her face and he's gone. The window knocks against the frame until she reaches out and closes it. Looking at it now, she realizes that he probably entered through there sometime during the night.
He adored her. Eyes that glimmered like orange tinted gold. Skin, warm and richly colored a honey brown. Lips, full, pink and provocative. She was petite in stature, the top of her head just below his shoulder.
He adored her hands, small and just the right size to fit into his own, larger ones. He adored her thick accent, the way she would stumble over words and phrases she didn't understand. He adored her heartbeat. The steady thump in her chest. Her scent. Like flowers after warm rain.
Yes, he adored her. He often found himself sketching pictures of her, painting her, writing her letters declaring his affection for her. But she despised him.
It was apparent, the way she would gaze at him when he entered a room. Nothing but fury and blind hatred. It heated her scent, warping it from the sweet notes of flowers to something dark and hot and bitter. Most times she ignored his presence entirely. Opting instead to gaze out of windows, longing to leave the place.
Sometimes at night, he would listen to her cries. Heart wrenching sobs that would claw their way up her throat and past her beautiful lips. Those mornings after, she would wake up, her skin pale and the light gone from her eyes. She would look at him with such disgust that he felt it himself. But he couldn't let her go. He needed her.
He wanted to give her the world. He did everything he could to make her happy. He gifted her with the finest silks, the most exquisite jewelry, gave her combs made of the finest ivory, servants that would obey her every command.
The hot, dark and bitter never left her scent and the light never came back into her eyes.
A/N: And that is it for chapter two. Sorry for the long wait. Don't be afraid to leave a review!