#it borders on sadistic it. it borders on revenge

[carlyraejepsans]

sometimes i think about toriel in that first run when flowey finds her in the RUINs, having her dead son return to her for comfort, broken and helpless, and being unable to provide for him in the one impossible way he desperately needed, "fixing him" "making it okay" the way only his mom should've been able to do.

flowey kills himself after she fails. you ever think about that? cause i think about that. you're gonna tell me she didn't notice? that she was cheerfully oblivious as things failed to get better and he grew more desperate and more hurt and more hopeless, as she failed him like she once did and always will fail him? you're gonna tell me that didn't eat her alive? didn't keep her up at night? didn't break her back into all those tiny little shards of herself she'd glued back together and swept under the carpet by sheer force of will?

do you think she gets nightmares about it, still?

[uknowme-not]

More than friends - Seungmin 3/8

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Seungmin x Afab Reader (Roommate AU)

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: After you and your roommate keep cockblocking each other, a growing desire to release the tension comes up when hearing what he was up to in his room.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Nickname (princess), Swearing, Teasing, Voyeurism, Masturbating, Cock riding, Nipple play, Unprotected sex, Cockwarming, Creampie,

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1.7k

𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 𝟏𝟖+

Ever since you started University there was always this one boy in your class.

His name was Seungmin.

The two of you were quick to befriend each other when you discovered he would be your dormmate.

You two are always teasing each other, competing, and overall, wanting to be better than each other. And sadly, that doesn’t apply in class, but also at home when in the kitchen or trying to choose a Netflix film to watch.

The WORST thing you guys love to do though, is ruin each other's dates.

How did it start? Well, Seungmin decided to bring a girl over when you wanted a peaceful night. So being the tease you are, you started filling Seungmin’s head with some lies. “I bet she was dared” “Are you sure you know the difference between a fake and a real moan?” “Are you sure it isn’t too soon?”

Little did you know, that was enough for his performance anxiety to go through the roof.

Ever since then, it's been a constant battle to cockblock each other. With him turning up to your dates, to you showing childhood photos.

“Wait for me here” You smirk at your fling.

You were at a party and this boy with pretty freckles wouldn’t stop staring at you. His name was Helix? Felix? You wouldn’t know because In a moment of passion (and a moment of wanting dick) you invited him to yours.

You sat him on your couch after an intense make-out session. Going to your room, you get changed into something more “comfortable”. By the time you got out though, you saw Seungmin on the couch with a smug face.

Seungmin looks you up and down, and you cross your arms.

“Looks like another ran away” He smirks.

You roll your eyes sitting next to him on the couch. “How long will you cockblock me for?”

“Let me think…until we graduate” he responds cockily.

You sigh, stretching your back on the couch, letting your crop top ride up.

Seungmin stares at your skin, his eyes staring you down before he gets up, “I need to study.”

You roll your eyes, watching him leave. “Nerd” you yell out, staying on your phone as you decide to enter your own room.

After a few episodes of some Netflix show, you finally brought yourself out of your room. You walk outside to the kitchen to get a cup of water when you hear a faint grunt.

“Y/N”

Did you hear that right?

Following the sound, a small smirk appears on your face. You both were, sadly, a bit desperate to get some but after all this time, you never thought Seungmin would sink as low as this. And sadistically, all you wanted to get was revenge for ruining your opportunity to get your needs met.

Intrigued by the sound, you enter Seungmin’s room swiftly.

Seungmin groans softly as he gives in to the tormenting pleasure on his desk chair. His hand moves swiftly on his cock, imagining it's you beneath him. Despite knowing better, he can’t help but fall deeper into the twisted cycle of lust and denial.

The sounds of Seungmin’s pleasure grow louder, more desperate. His moans mix with the rhythmic sound against his skin, creating an erotic symphony that echoes through the room.

His eyes remain closed, lost in the throes of pleasure, as he feels the cool air brush against his sweat-drenched body. You stare at his chest, surprised by how toned it is.

Did he start going to the gym?

His moans intensify, fueling the desire that now borders on obsession. His palm gripping deeper, seeking release from both pleasure and torment.

Watching him jerk off to you only made you feel wetter. You couldn’t take your eyes off him. The sight of Seungmin's vulnerability, coupled with the heat of your shared arousal, makes it difficult for you to resist. His body trembles lightly as he nears climax, unaware of the silent spectator in the room.

Watching as he nears his release, you decide to make your presence known. Edging his desires. “Thinking about me?”

Seungmin’s eyes snap open, his heart racing from the unexpected interruption. A mix of anger and arousal surges through him as he recognizes the voice. "You... You're not supposed to be here," he manages between ragged breaths as he moves his hand away.

“Oops, did I disrupt something?” You tease. A chuckle leaves his lips as he catches his breath.

“Is this payback? I’m sorry for cockblocking alright” he mutters to you, trying his best to cover himself.

You notice how hard he still is and chuckle a bit yourself. “Continue, don’t let me stop you”

“You’re joking, I'm not going to do that” Seungmin’s voice cracks, betraying his growing desperation. But despite his protests, he can't tear his eyes away from you.

You move yourself behind his chair, massaging his shoulder. You watch as his breath rags. “Please?” You ask softly, watching as precum leaks from his tip

Seungmin’s breath hitches, his hands shaking as he fights against the onslaught of need. The question looming over him, coupled with the sight of his own arousal, pushes him to the edge.

As you continue to massage his shoulder a small groan leaves his lips. He can't resist any longer. With trembling fingers, he reaches down to touch himself, his heart pounding in his chest as he finally gives in to the pleasure.

“Doing so well for me” you praise.

“You're not supposed to do this," Seungmin groans, his hips jerking in rhythm with his touch. The sensation is too intense, and he can feel the familiar tightening in his stomach as he nears climax.

“I just want to help you out” You smile dumbly, letting another grunt escape his mouth.

"Fuck," his fingers moved faster over his swollen tip. He tries to focus on anything but the pleasure that's building up inside him, but it's impossible. Every time he thinks he's about to climax, guilt gets in his way.

Noticing his trouble you lean over, whispering in his ear “Pretend that’s me you’re in.” A small chuckle escapes his throat, his mind reeling from the unexpected turn of events. He starts to imagine it-his cock inside you-and that does it. His body bucks violently, and a loud groan leaves his mouth.

“You're a fucking tease," Seungmin mutters under his breath, his hands shaking as he tries to clean up himself.

“You know you like it” You smirk, walking to the door.

You feel a grip on your hand.

Seungmin kisses your fingers and holds them close while he looks into your eyes. “Let me make you feel good too” He smiles, kissing your palm. "It's the least I can do”

You could feel the desire growing in your panties as your thighs rubbed together slowly.

He pulls you onto his lap, his hands moving up, his fingers tracing the outline of your waist. The fact that he is actually touching you after months without feeling anyone, you couldn’t help yourself but grind on his lap from the emotions.

The sensation of your body against his sends shivers down Seungmin’s spine. He tries to maintain control, but it's becoming increasingly difficult. His hands roam over your hips, feeling the heat between you two.

His hand slowly wanders underneath your skirt, rubbing circles on your clothed clit before moving your panties to the side.

A soft moan escapes your lips as he feels your soaked arousal. Seungmin leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "You like that, huh?" He smirks, his voice husky with desire.

You move your hips upwards, giving Seungmin an opportunity to enter if pleased.

He notices, moving his hand between your legs. He gently parts your folds, revealing your slick entrance. He teases you, circling his finger around your entrance before finally lowering your hips, and pushing his shaft inside you.

“Fuck!” You gasp as you sit on his lap.

Seungmin’s eyes lock onto yours, filled with a mix of lust and challenge. He starts to thrust slowly, feeling the tightness of your body around his cock. His other hand moves up to grope one of your breasts, pinching your clothed nipple roughly.

He removes your top, seeing your breast bounce in front of him as you ride on his cock.

Seungmin groans, his eyes practically devouring your body. He picks up speed, thrusting deeper into you with each passing moment. His free hand roams over your breast, pinching and pulling on the other nipple. "You're so fucking tight,”

Whimpers start to escape your lips as he takes you hard and fast, the chair shaking from your pace on his shaft. His hips moved against yours with every thrust. "I can't wait to fill you up,”

You clench around his shaft, riding his cock with a growing desire. "Been- waiting- so long-” you breathe.

His body tenses as he feels your inner walls clenching around him. His grip on your hips becomes rougher, making sure he hits deep inside you. "You're killing me," he pants out, his voice rough with lust and anger mixed together.

His lips tangle into yours as his kisses grow more desperate. One of his hands slides down between your legs, his fingers finding their way back on your clit, rubbing it softly. "I want to feel you cum around my cock.”

A loud moan escapes your lips as your back arches. You clench on him as you mumble, drunk on desire “So close-“

"You feel really good," Seungmin murmurs, his finger picking up their pace. "Cum for me princess”

You clench tightly as waves of pleasure flow through you. A breathy moan escapes your lips as he helps you ride out your pleasure.

“Fuck," Seungmin groans, his hips jerking forward as his own climax arrives inside you. Your hips bounce softly, milking every last drop of pleasure from your body. He presses his lips against yours, sharing an intense moment.

As your speed slows down, you find yourself panting on his lap, his shaft still deep inside you. You rest your forehead on his shoulder as he kisses your head, stroking your hair softly.

“It’s been a while hasn’t it?” He chuckles.

“Maybe if you weren’t cockblocking me for the past few months” you pant softly.

He caresses your cheek, moving your face to look at him as he kisses your lips.

“Well, it was worth it don’t you think?”

You nod softly, enjoying the warmth of his body.

© uknowme-not 2023 - copying, translating and/or stealing my work is prohibited ♡

[fleshbag-au]

MEET BRIM!

"(umm.,, and Willy....eh...can I have my ow-)"

"Brim (?) is a "star" shaped demon who impersonates Willy to manipulate the Gleefuls. He is a cynical, meticulous but super expressive being when it comes to executing his plans (like a cartoon villain), although bordering on sadism when facing those who interfere."

🔽More Info below! 🔽

Personality: He may seem like an invincible, feared and implacable being... or at least, that's what the gossips say. Despite becoming an immoral sadist, he still retains that touch of elegance and prestige that he had in his past life, although yes, he tends to get frustrated easily! That irritation, immaturity and attitude of a sore loser he tries to hide it in all ways, but it only takes finding a weakness to bother him for this and witness the spectacle of a crying baby in the body of a man (or figure?)

Extra Info! (and a bit of lore)

In his past he was a distinguished aristocratic agent who worked for the government of his place of origin, he always liked to go to aristocratic parties to gain prestige and rub shoulders with the circles.

However, due to his homeland cataclysm caused by Bill Cipher, his efforts were ruined and blinded by the frustration and anger it caused him, he begins a journey to eliminate that triangle....

And with that, little by little his desire for revenge had diminished when for the first time he finished off a variant of Bill, because he had discovered that he could use his remains (not to say the corpse) to absorb his energy and gain power, thus little by little breaking his sanity (yep...those corners are...Bills

He currently lives in some "reverse falls" , looking for the last Cipher he had left, but he only found a crying, scared little triangle, and instead of grabbing it, he makes it his personal servant to take over that dimension and put everyone at his mercy, even the Gleefuls.

Thus, with the power of 4 Bill and a 5th to come, his tyranny threatens the other universes, until a certain traveling duo comes to his lands....

But hey! Cheer up! Yeah, if you think about it he's pretty powerful and all, but the guy is too stupid, so he will never use his true potential because he is so wrapped up in making idiotic plans to "take over the world"

Ironically because of his silly pathetic man personality, I think that in their first meeting the Duo, would be with a piano, reciting this.

Some songs that maybe fit or remind them:

The Main Character - Will wood

Mirron Main - Jack Stauber

The Devil's Rejects - Rob Zombie

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This will be edited over time to add or edit information over time!

Last edit: 11/09/24

[ultimateplaylistmaker]

Snap is the local princess of the group Small came from, a mean girl through and through and with a fierce somewhat sadistic battle style, Snap landed one of the few death blows in the war with Riverclan, killing Redpounce, Robinsong's best friend. Though to be fair to Snap, Redpounce is who gave her that ring of scars on her throat, so both were very much going for the kill. She protested the peace treaty immensely, believing they could still win, and had to be held back by Sheen from following him to Riverclan as Sheen knew Snap would be even less welcomed and Small wouldn't want that for her.

She's been preparing to be made a full leader, however everything changed when this cat named Killer came in completely unannounced, bucked years of fight tradition and lunged to kill her the moment he saw her, taken off guard completely, Snap fled and later encountered Sheen who informed her that the weirdo who attacked her was named Killer, he killed Snap's parents, had taken over, and was searching to kill her since she's the true heir.

While many cats would see this as a horrific tragedy and loss of life, Snap saw an EXCUSE those emotional Riverclan cats would ABSOLUTELY help her right? and maybe her brother would still be there! If he was dead though she guessed she could just kill THEIR leader too and take over.

Sheen is trying to delay this because as much as she wants to see if her owner is alive, she's been charged with keeping Snap alive, and she's not sure if Riverclan wouldn't want revenge for the cat she killed, and has mostly stuck to talking with the medicine cat Willowroot at the border about options

[stingslikeabee]

@phoenix-flamed . from here

It had been no secret among the residents of Oriflamme that Melissa hailed from the disgraced duchy turned imperial province. The idea that those born under the protection of the Phoenix were regarded as new brothers and sisters to the imperials was a lie - no minimal effort was done in that regard, even with a former Rosfield sitting at the helm of Sanbreque as the new empress.

Or maybe it was precisely because of that fact that Rosarians were looked at akin second-class citizens, even if not all of them had fallen into financial ruin like Melissa. The courtesan's fall from grace had been of a different kind - a moral one, wrecking her old reputation and family name. Much of her identity had been discarded to be replaced by a farce, allowing the humiliation that would be free to otherwise become profitable while indulging the whims of those sadist enough to revel in such tragedy.

But at her core, Melissa had never stopped believing - as feeble and discreet as her attempts were, the courtesan had tried to look not only for her family beyond the border, but friends and news alike of those who once ruled the grand duchy of Rosaria. There had been genuine appreciation and admiration for House Rosfield back then - her father, the Lord Edgar, had always spoken greatly of the men leading them.

Sanbreque could have an impressive palace and many riches at the capital, but Rosaria was comforting in a way the holy empire never could be. Their strength was in their people rather than their resources, devoid of their own mothercrystal for so long and still hopeful for survival. The firebird was alive in their hearts, unifying them around a single cause and keeping them warm during the hardest moments of their lives. As ridiculous as it all sounded now - Melissa had faith in all of that.

The phoenix was still burning in her mind and soul, and to suddenly hear Miles speaking such things had unleashed a temper that had been forcefully reined in after much suffering. To prosper and survive, Melissa had to be a harmless, pitiful dove with sorrowful eyes and honeyed voice - a picture of the innocence lost in tragedy. But inside, she burned for revenge. Had she possessed the means, the lady would have taken up arms instead of luxurious dresses to look pretty at the capital's balls.

Ordinarily, the brunette was not strong - a man such as Miles would not have been pinned to a wall no mater how furious she had been, but something about his behavior threw the woman off. The rage was there - unfiltered, burning, but... Hard to maintain when her employee was not the root of it. That he spoke of being someone that had been the embodiment of many of the courtesan's dreams and hopes was cruel, but he was a Bearer - there was nothing to be gained by making these claims and arguably earning the distrust or losing favor from his mistress.

"It cannot be," the grip keeping the man in place lessened, and Melissa clearly seemed disturbed (or distraught) by his words. Her mind was in turmoil - many of the pieces of the last months were being put together and the courtesan struggled to make sense of them. How? Why now? What if it was true? What if the man under her employment was none other but Elwin Rosfield, her rightful ruler and liege?

"I did everything I could," Melissa's voice dropped to a whisper; her hands then shifted, tugging at the fabric of his sleeves instead of trying to trap Miles any further against the wall, "All these years, this life - it has been for Rosaria. For my family, my country, my friends... I sent scouts, I wrote letters, I met with refugees, I just..." Melissa trailed off, honeyed gaze glistening with fresh tears.

"I desperately want to believe you."

[xx-hail2theking-xx]

...

mostly? be disappointed. and try to ensure from our end that they're safe. and the added fallout is minimal.

I've tried very hard to believe that you wouldn't actually bring their children to the border of an active war zone to use as bait. if not because of any inch of mercy you'd willingly show them, and I don't expect you to, than because you call them your kids too. and I didn't want to believe you'd use them that way.

I don't intend to curse you. no. but no longer knowing whether you're someone willing to endanger or hurt kids, much less kids you've claimed as your own, for the sake of revenge? it sucks, to put it lightly. not knowing if you're willingly working with an exceedingly sadistic cult leader to achieve that end? and hurting any number of other people in the process? that sucks too.

if you're just trying to prove a point to us by being so willfully ominous and condescending... I don't know if you realize the point that's actually coming across.

lil mortal, yer authority made my home into a cult for our asshat of a creator deity.

why would i ever wanna work alongside a demon dat does the same?

[objectivelyimpermanent]

Yeah, society sucks. I would say that I'm not sure it's all as downing as that. It's realistic within the context of the story more so than in general reality. Obviously, there's Western biases towards sex and drug use, but I think it's a little more intense in Korea (in the same way the bullying is more intense). Also, the people who reacted to Sa-ra's downfall were specifically high-class and specifically a church community, each of whom tend to be more likely to moralise about drugs and sex publicly. I'm sure a lot of people wouldn't care all that much, but Dong-eun made sure that the people who would care the most would be the ones to see. And there's the key bit where it was done in public, in the basement of a church, which belonged to her father, during a service, which really compounds the scandal, and that's what the emphasis was on. I wouldn't judge someone for using drugs or having sex, but I would at least raise an eyebrow if it happened in this sort of spectacularly operatic scenario. The types of people who would judge drug use or sex do exist, but I don't think it was the focus. Undoubtedly, some audience members would consider drug use and sex as shameful things to be exposed, and the church gawkers would be their stand-ins. Like those people, they should have little attention paid to them as, ultimately, they aren't the focus of this story and nor are they posed flatteringly within its context. There is a criticism there about how people tend to ogle at others' suffering. Dong-eun probably felt as much disgust towards the people who started recording Sa-ra when they saw something scandalous was going on as she did towards some of the people who stood by as she was being abused by her classmates and authority figures. She just didn't care because her revenge was ultimately a selfish desire. Those people are not meant to serve as a moral centre, or even as a cathartic centre (as Dong-eun is). In the end, I don't think that the production itself is criticising drug use or promiscuity. It's not supporting them either, and I can see how the depictions here aren't very complimentary. I think that's just because of the contexts in which we see it: we see drug use only when it becomes drug abuse and in association with its exploitative contexts, and we see promiscuity only when it's adulterous, coercive, sexually violent, or used as something bordering on self-harm. But we, like Dong-eun, spend most of our time here only in the darkest shadow of the underfoot of Korean society. The Glory shows us that drugs and sex can be tools used to oppress and to exploit people by self-serving authority figures or sadistic upper classes, and that they're also a means of managing poor circumstance that can become wildly out of control if you don't care enough about not letting yourself or other people suffer. They're not only that, but that was their thematic utility. I mean, I'm not saying that I'm not disappointed, but I don't think that any of the characters we got were really suited to be a good face for casual drug use or for sexual adventurousness, textually or meta-textually. And yeah, there is still bias, and society still sucks. I'm not sure if I actually disagreed with you anywhere? This ended up mostly being a mini-essay for my own gratification...

so i'll preface by saying i love watching the glory, and i know the whole point of dong-eun's revenge is that she's chosen not to be the better person and hurt her abusers just as much as they hurt her, but i do hate how the revenge on sa-ra worked...

like, all the other revenge is poetic justice in some way, because the characters brought their downfall upon themselves... dong-eun just exposed their misdeeds. but with sa-ra it's like... exposing her for drug use and having people photograph her masturbating is only poetic justice if you see drug use and engaging in sexual acts as moral failings and/or punishable crimes

i guess i'm disappointed but not surprised that the show perpetuates drugs and sex as being inherently deserving of punishment

[erwintiddies]

gabi braun is a revolutionary female character because of her introduction in the final act of a male-dominated story as a character who shoulders the role of the manpain vengeance-seeking male protagonist, only in this repetition she serves as a chance to address the vengeance and blind hatred and cycles of violence that were perpetuated and remained largely unexamined by her predecessor, exposing viewers’ hypocrisy and making the male fanbase cry and piss their pants and throw up. in this essay i will

[ruki--mukami]

🥀 ik you didn’t reblog the meme, AND IDK HOW MANY YOU’VE GOTTEN SO FAR JAS SO ALWAYS FEEL FREE TO DISREGARD THIS. but Virek is getting his payback 🏃💨 also i hope this was written okay ><🥀

Walking up behind him, Virek found the Vampire lounging whilst, likely, indulging in a novel of his.

Being as quiet as he possibly could, the human walked until he was just behind Ruki, head tilting before he made his move.

❝ Yo…❞

Deciding to get his attention first, Virek’s hand snaked around to Ruki’s chin to tilt it back, before the human’s lips met his. Payback, for the kiss he had stolen from him— Though this one lingered a bit longer, as Virek’s eyes fluttered closed.

Pulling back after a few moments, Virek kept his face close to Ruki’s— A faint, teasing glint in his narrowed eyes. A playful flow to his usually monotonous voice.

❝ Oops, seems I slipped~ ❞

🥀 ANYWAYS AGAIN I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY 🏃💨 Feel free to delete it!! Or I can rewrite it 😎. I just wanted Virek to have his revenge 💃🥀

“Virek, what do you—”

In truth, the Vampire could sense a presence behind him, though he deemed it safe enough not to lift his eyes from his most engrossing novel, confident in the decision to leave greetings for until after he finished reading the current page before him. Human, bearing only a whisper of ill intent, yet seemingly nothing he couldn’t handle.

That is, until Virek joined their lips, much to Ruki’s surprise. Icy ceruleans enlarged slightly at the sudden contact, rather than fluttering shut like the earlier attempt to evoke more than ten words from the man, yet he refused to withdraw. When they separated, the Vampire could only retort with furrowed eyebrows and vermillion borders pressed together in a brief moment of silence, almost as if warning against another unsolicited kiss with how tight-lipped his frown appeared and devoid of the promise of reciprocated affection for now.

“Mmf—You… ‘Slipped,’ huh. Likely story. Don’t give me that nonsense, Virek. It seems despite your taciturn ways, even you can be quite insufferable.” With a white-knuckled grip, Ruki shut the book that preoccupied him just seconds ago and lightly struck it atop the other’s dark curls in a scolding motion. “Oops,” he mimicked sarcastically, “curious how that happened.”

An idea bloomed deep within the recesses of his sadistic mind, concealed behind a teasing visage of his own and a coiled arm around the man’s waist, eliminating all hopes of escape.

“Ah, I understand. If this is revenge for what happened earlier, then I suppose this makes us even. Unfortunately for you, however, I won’t settle for that. Oh, no. This is only the beginning,” his voice carried a foreboding tone as he drew the other closer, corners of his mouth curling upward to reveal the tips of his fangs barely protruding outward. “I’ll let you off with a warning for now: refrain from doing that again.”

🧩 OMG OF COURSE THIS IS OKAY, I could never delete a kiss from Virek 😤 this was very cute and I enjoyed writing this!! Though it may be time for the #prayforvirek2022 hashtag soon, let's get it trending y'all- 🧩

[infamous-light]

Woe Unto You Ch. 3 (End)

Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem! Reader

Ch. 1 Ch. 2

Word Count: 6.2K

Summary: Your work brought you out to Romania of all places but as it turns out your life would drastically change from that moment on.

You heard the locals whispering about a village where many young women have gone missing and never returning. You sought to uncover the truth, but will you manage to escape with your life?

AO3: Woe Unto You Ch. 3

Warnings: Smut, dub-con, non-con drugging

The nightmares that plagued your mind were never-ending.

Everything that has happened to you up until this point replayed in your dreams over and over again like a broken record, making it impossible for you to consider any other thought. It created an endless loop of pure mental anguish and misery, haunting you in ways that you will never forget.

All the horrors you have experienced on these haunted castle grounds seeped into the deepest and darkest recesses of your mind. Burrowing themselves into unknown depths to where even you cannot find them until they are ready to make themselves known to you once again.

Taking your thoughts captive and liberating them was a nigh possibility at this point. It was a losing battle and you wondered if you even stood a chance in the first place. Your mind was on a downward spiral into self-despair, one of which you found increasingly difficult to climb out of as each day passed in this decrepit old dungeon.

It wasn’t made any easier when a terrifying experience from the day before resurfaced to the forefront of your mind. A cold shiver ran down your spine at the memory. The feeling was only exuberated once the image of one of the daughters flashed behind your eyes.

The most sadistic one of the three.

She returned the following day to repay you for the humiliation you put her through. A shaky breath escaped between your lips as the experience hit you all at once.

***

No.

Not again.

Your heart sunk low into the pit of your stomach as you heard the distinctive sound of swarming flies nearing your prison cell. The sharp buzzing noise was almost deafening to your ears the closer they got to you and a few of the fly bodies collided into you, leaving behind a stinging sensation. You yelped from the onslaught, swinging your shackled limbs around like a crazed madman in order to defend yourself from the aggressive little flies nipping at any exposed skin that they could find.

An amused chuckle reverberated around you, bouncing off every cell wall and before your very own eyes, one of the black-clad women coalesced into her solid form right inside your cell.

A stuttered breath left your lips once you recognized it was the brunette with the yellow pendant adorned around her slender neck.

Cassandra.

She was one of three daughters of Lady Dimitrescu that you managed to piss off in your last escape attempt a day ago. Great. It seemed she was here to exact her revenge on you.

The gold irises of her eyes glowed back at you and every muscle in your body froze in place. Too scared to even move an inch.

“How’s our esteemed guest faring? I do hope you’re enjoying your stay here.” The twisted woman’s voice made your skin crawl despite how velvety smooth it sounded to your ears. A sickening sinister smile was plastered across her face and you could only stare back at her in horror. She tilted her head to the side and your legs could only tremble as her eyes roved across your terrified state.

“Not feeling very talkative, hm?” Her tone turned airy, bordering on nonchalant. “That’s ok. I have no interest in hearing what you have to say anyway, especially not after what you did to me.” Her lips curled up into a sneer at the memory and you saw a flicker of barely contained fury flash within her eyes.

Her sudden change in demeanor left a sick feeling in your stomach. The loud beating of your heart echoed in your ears at a rapid pace, reminiscent of a bass drum. This only served to help pump the blood faster throughout your throbbing veins. This was all just too much.

“I told you I wouldn’t forget about what you did to me, human. I do follow through with my threats.”

The ominous words snapped you out of your fearful daze and you forced your quivering legs to move.

“G-Get away from me!” You shouted, scrambling back so your body was pressed against the stone wall.

Cassandra matched each one of your retreating movements, slowly closing in on you. Her grin widened into something truly horrible, something that only promised unimaginable pain.

“I will make you pay for that but not before I’ve had my fun with you first.”

Cassandra lunged at you faster than the visible eye could see and grabbed one of your ankles, yanking you towards her with a hard pull. The back of your head impacted the ground hard, blurring your vision. A strangled cry left you at the rough assault.

Cassandra was on top of you in an instant and by the time you regained some awareness of your surroundings, she was already straddling your hips and was pressing all her weight down on you to reduce your struggling. Not that you could do much with the chains limiting your movements.

You screamed out in terror, flailing your arms about as best as you could but she quickly grabbed your forearms and slammed them down on the damp, uneven ground beside your head, pinning them in place. The action almost shattered your bones on impact and you cried out in pain. You could only cry louder once she dug her nails into your flesh as deep as she could.

A pleased hum rumbled deep within her chest at the sound of your screams.

Your cries were cut off as a hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing your windpipe which caused you to choke on your own sobs. With your now unrestrained (but still shackled) hand, you clawed at her wrist, trying to pull her hand off you but she ignored it.

“I always find it fascinating when my prey struggles to fight back, trying to hold on to that last thread of hope. That it may save them in their final moments but you and I both know that it’s pointless.” She taunted you with a cruel smile. A sadistic glint twinkled in her eyes as she observed your futile efforts of shaking her off you.

She lifted your head up a little by your throat and slammed your skull back down against the ground again. Stars immediately burst forth behind your eyes, dancing across your vision in random patterns. A broken gasp sputtered out and soon darkness started to shroud the corners of your peripherals.

Just then, her eyes flickered to your injured wrist that was still healing from when she cut you with a knife. She saw a trickle of blood ooze out from under the metal cuff and the corners of her mouth quirked up into a sly smirk.

“Mmm it looks like your body is just begging for me to have a little taste of you.”

With the same hand pinning your forearm, she let go to tug at the shackle, pulling it down an inch or two to reveal your reopened wound.

She brought your wrist to her mouth and inhaled the scent of your blood in a deep breath. A sinful moan escaped her and her eyelids fluttered shut in bliss.

“Fuck. Your blood smells delicious.”

She loosened her grip around your throat just a little and you take that chance to rasp out. “S-Stop! Please stop!”

Cassandra tsks and then removes her hand from your throat and clasped it over your mouth instead. Her cold fingers brush over your lips and you could only manage muffled noises behind her gloved hand.

“Usually, I do like to hear my prey beg but I don’t want my sisters to hear you.” She then leaned down so close to your face that her lukewarm breath ghosted across your lips as she whispered her next words. “This is our special bonding time.”

Your heart rate spiked once you realized what she was about to do. You began to yank your hand away from her with all your might but the grip she had on your wrist tightened even further, keeping it in place. She only smirked down at you.

She brought her lips to your wound and dragged her tongue across it, gathering all the blood into her mouth. A deep moan made its way out of her throat and you could only watch on in terror as she sucked more and more blood out of you. You winced from the indescribable sensation, wishing for this to end sooner than later.

Eventually, she pulled her mouth away with a pleased sigh and locked her gaze with yours again.

“You taste even better than I ever could have imagined. So good…” She groaned.

She turned your head to the side with the hand still covering your mouth, exposing your neck to her. Pure dread overcame your already rapidly beating heart, petrified at what was about to come.

Your muffled screams and relentless squirming were the only things you could manage in this situation but she had you firmly pinned to the ground. Cassandra dipped her nose into the crook of your neck and the bottom part of her lip dragged across your sweat-slicked flesh.

“But I must have more.” She breathed out.

Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as you felt her tongue swipe up the column of your throat. Your eyes squeezed shut as you felt the sharp points of her teeth barely graze past your pulse point and all your muscles tensed out of fear, waiting for her to clamp down on your throat until a loud voice called out.

“Cassandra!”

Your eyes shot open at the sound and you were never more thankful at that moment to see another one of them. A hooded figure stepped into your view and you noted the blonde hair cascading out from underneath her hood.

“What are you doing with the human?” She hissed in between clenched teeth.

“I was just having a little bit of fun, Bela. I wasn’t going to hurt her.” She rolled her eyes and pulled away from you, sitting upright on your hips.

Bull. Shit. As if slamming your head down against the stone ground multiple times, choking you to near death, and drinking your blood wasn’t “hurting” you. Cassandra could go fuck herself.

“Do not play me for a fool, Cassandra. I know what you were about to do to the girl.”

Cassandra scoffed in response. “You know how to ruin all the fun, don’t you?”

“Just get off her.” The blonde sounded exasperated beyond belief at having to reprimand one of her sisters. She must do that very often if you had to take a wild guess.

Cassandra glanced back down at your terrified state. She gave you a mock pout. “It looks like our fun was cut short. Perhaps next time we can start off where we left off.” She shot you a sinister smile before she climbed off you and dispersed into a swarm of flies, taking off down the hallway.

Bela gave you one last intense look before leaving the dungeon alongside her sister.

***

Recalling that awful experience caused a massive wave of nausea to wash over your exhausted frame. Your stomach churned in turmoil and the sudden urge to vomit was ever-present but you fought against the feeling, willing the nausea down.

It wouldn’t do you any good to get sick right now. That would only make your suffering worse.

Instead, you shifted your attention to concentrate on your own breathing. It would be a welcome distraction from all the troubling thoughts circulating around in your head. Your chest rose and fell as you took several slow, deep breaths, attempting to center yourself.

Seconds ticked by and that turned into minutes. Very soon your eyelids fluttered closed and your head lolled back against the stone wall. All you can do now is sit in your cell and pray to a higher power that you won’t be left down here to rot. That you won’t be forgotten.

That your life will come to a peaceful end sooner than later.

—when you wake, it is to the sound of far-off giggling. Their laughter rang louder and louder, echoing all around you. It bounced off every wall and corner of your cell, giving you the sense that you were a trapped little mouse with no way to escape. Which you were.

Your heart pounded in your ears and you pressed yourself even tighter into the corner, trying to make yourself appear smaller.

The now-familiar, haunting sound of buzzing flies draws ever nearer to you. It wasn’t long before the swarm coalesced into three tall, hooded women who stood outside your prison cell, shrouded in the shadows. The only thing you could see were three sets of golden eyes glowing brightly back at you in the pitch darkness of the dungeon.

One of them stepped forward and unlocked the cell door with a loud clink. You heard more than saw the cell door creak open on its rusty hinges. The movement of a shadow entered your cell and you could vaguely make out her shape as she marched over to you.

That is when you craned your neck up and gazed into the piercing golden eyes, that of which belonged to Bela. She knelt to your level and began undoing your restraints all without saying a word.

Another shadowy figure stepped up behind Bela and peered over her shoulder to look down at you. A chilling giggle filled the air as she breathed out her next words. “I can smell the fear oozing off her. How delightful.”

Terror struck straight through your heart and you couldn’t help but flinch back from hearing her voice. It was the sadistic freak that tortured you not so long ago.

“It’s so precious how scared she is.” A third voice cooed out. That had to be Daniela.

Once the shackles fell free from your wrists and ankles, Bela stood back up with her hands planted on her hips.

“Get up.” She ordered.

You didn’t want to move. You were too scared to even move a muscle. Violent tremors shook throughout your body as you were surrounded by three twisted psychos who have already harmed you in multiple ways. And it probably won’t end there.

With an impatient huff, Cassandra stepped forward and reached out to grab your arm. The sharp points of her nails dug deep into your bicep and you let out a small hiss of pain. A sinister chuckle sounded throughout the dungeon as she yanked you back up onto your feet – almost dislocating your shoulder joint in the process – with no small amount of care.

Not being used to standing for a few days, your knees buckled in on themselves and you fell forward into Cassandra’s arms, clutching onto the front of her dress for dear life.

A dark chuckle erupted from deep within her chest as she gazed down at you. “Aw, how sweet of you. I didn’t know you missed me so much.”

A pained whimper escaped your lips when she tightened her hold on you further. You tried to pull yourself away from her but she held a firm grip on you.

“What’s wrong? You don’t want to be near me?” Cassandra laughed a cruel and sharp sound that grated on your poor ears. She gave you a sickeningly sweet smile as you struggled against her even more, desperate to get away from this lunatic.

“Stop antagonizing her.” Bela huffed, sounding half annoyed and half bored, as if she would rather be somewhere else right now.

Cassandra cocked her head to the side as she watched you continue to squirm in her arms. The corners of her mouth quirked up into a sly smirk just then. Cassandra suddenly let go of you and you stumbled back, losing your balance as you collided into something hard, letting out a grunt.

You turned around and heat immediately spread across your cheeks as you realized the back of your head landed into Bela’s ample chest.

Oh god…

You glanced up at her and saw her arch a single unamused eyebrow at you. She looked unimpressed with you, to say the least. The other two daughters just giggled at your current predicament.

A pair of gloved hands trailed up your arms to curl around your biceps and righted you back into a standing position before releasing you.

“Come along. Mother is waiting for you.”

You took a second too long to react and Bela let out an annoyed sigh. She placed her hand on your shoulder and spun you around on the spot, shoving you toward the cell door. You yelp, quickly catching yourself onto the metal bars which rattled in your grip.

“We don’t have all day, human.” Boredom laced Bela’s words as she brushed past you without a care in the world. Cassandra followed her sister next, shoulder checking you as she exited the cell. You glared at the brunette and she gave you a slight sneer in return.

Yeah, fuck you too.

Unfortunately, you would never voice those thoughts out loud unless you wanted a sickle to the face.

Pushing yourself off the metal bars, you started to make your way down the dimly lit hallway by using the walls as support. The strain on your legs had you almost falling face-first until a pair of gentle arms wrapped around your waist, catching you before you could fall onto the ground.

“Such a delicate flower.” The redhead crooned from behind your ear, holding you upright with ease. Her arms tightened around you, pulling you closer into her side and your breath caught in your throat. You almost forgot about the third daughter. She must have stayed behind you so she could keep an eye on you. A shiver wracked your body from how you weren’t even able to hear or sense her presence.

“My sisters can be so cruel, can’t they?” Daniela sighed; her dark-stained lips formed into a pout.

Right… like you didn’t try to maim me a few days ago as well.

You remained silent as Daniela helped you along the rest of the way. The gesture was strange, to say the least, but a small part of you appreciated the help, nonetheless. She almost seemed sweet out of the three but your mind gave a quick reminder that these women weren’t normal by any means.

After so many twists and turns throughout the castle, you’re eventually brought into a spare bedroom where a maid stood in the center of the room, clearly waiting for your arrival.

“I want you to bathe her and provide her some clean clothes.” Bela spoke to the maid.

“Yes, Miss Bela.” The maid said in a quiet voice, giving a slight curtsey.

Daniela released her hold around your waist, albeit slowly, as if she didn’t want you to leave her grasp. She turned to give you a sweet smile. “Our servant will get you all cleaned up. We’ll return once you’re finished, ok?”

“Ok.” You murmured out.

“Good girl.” Her palm brushed down the side of your cheek before pulling her hand away. A strangled noise escaped you at the words, your eyes widening in shock.

What!?

Daniela flashed you a grin before turning to exit the room alongside her sisters.

Why did she go and say something like that? You didn’t have time to ponder that question before the maid walked up to you and ushered you into the bathroom.

Thankfully, the bath was already filled to the brim with water. A light mist of steam rolled off it in waves. God, you couldn’t wait to get into the bathtub. You felt grimy and gross and you just wanted to wash it all away.

The maid stepped outside the bathroom door but left it ajar, presumably to also keep an eye on you if you tried anything. Making another escape attempt wouldn’t be feasible at the moment so you decided to take advantage of what’s being offered to you right now.

You quickly got undressed and settled yourself into the bathtub. You let out a contented sigh as the warm water soothed all the aches and groans that your body experienced over the past few days.

Your eyelids slowly drifted closed and sometime later a light knock at the door startled you awake.

The same maid’s quiet voice speaks out to you. “Excuse me, miss. I must let you know that it’s time to get ready. It’s been about thirty minutes since you’ve entered the bath.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. Has it already been that long? It felt like it was only just a few minutes that passed by.

“U-Uh, ok. I’m getting out now.”

You rose out of the tub with reluctance and quickly dried yourself with the spare towel that was set aside for you. You paused once you saw the clothes laid out for you. A frown graced your features.

Seriously?

An uneasy feeling settled over you as you stared at – what appeared to be – some type of long white flowing dress. It was almost virginal in its appearance. You debated with yourself whether you should refuse to wear it and find something else that is more suitable to your tastes but in the end, you decided to play along for now and wear the dress, albeit grudgingly.

After a few minutes have passed, you exited the bathroom and find yourself facing the Lady’s daughters again. The mixed looks you received put you on edge.

Bela stepped forward and circled you like a hawk. “Better. Now you look presentable for Mother.”

Cassandra gave you a wide grin and her honey-colored eyes glistened back at you hungrily. “So demure and sweet looking. I could just eat you right up.”

Your nervous gaze quickly left Cassandra and landed on Daniela who gave you a wide, beaming smile. Her eyes sparkled with excitement.

Daniela sidled up to you, giggling. “Aren’t you pretty?” One of her fingers twirled around a lock of your hair before letting it go.

Bela finally turned to the maid. “You’re dismissed.” Her gaze lands back on you once more. “We must get a move on. Mother has been kept waiting long enough.”

The walk to Lady Dimitrescu’s chambers was a short one but it felt like it lasted a lifetime. As you neared your destination, a feeling of dread slithered its way up your spine.

These may be your last moments alive.

You will never forgive yourself for indulging in your curiosity but it’s not as if you expected to stumble upon a coven of – what are essentially – vampires. So, you’ll cut yourself some slack.

The hall to the Lady’s chambers gave way to polished marble and gilded ornamentation decorated in gold and then to a deep red velvet carpet.

This is it…

Bela pushed open the heavy double oak doors with ease and gestured for you to enter. You took one last deep breath in and finally stepped past the threshold into Lady Dimitrescu’s chamber.

You took a few more tentative steps inside and you swallowed thickly as you recalled your first night in this room. Images flashed in your mind – you were back here, standing exactly where you are now, Cassandra and Daniela restraining you on either side as their mother lapped up the blood from your wrist like it was some sort of rare delicacy.

It was difficult to ignore the creeping sense of fear growing deep in your gut as you watched Lady Dimitrescu rise out of her high-backed chair – just like last time – turning to face you with as much grace as a ballerina. Her red lips quirked into a taunting smile once her eerie gaze landed on you.

The sound of her heels clicked against the wooden floor. Each step rang loudly in your ears as she slowly advanced on you. She stopped directly in front of you, easily dwarfing you in her presence once more. A cool gloved hand took hold of your chin, coaxing you to look up at her.

“You clean up nicely.” She practically purred at you. Her thumb rubbed gentle circles on your cheek and you couldn’t suppress the shudder that overtook your body. The corner of her mouth lifted imperceptibly at the action before she looked away from you to direct her attention towards her daughters.

“It’s time to take your leave, my daughters.”

“Yes, Mother.” All three simultaneously murmured. Her daughters left without a sound.

Now, it’s just you and Lady Dimitrescu who remain. You realized this is the first time you have ever been left alone in her presence. Icy, cold fear starts to bubble within you.

“Don’t be so tense, dear. I am not here to hurt you.” Those golden eyes shone with mirth and there was just something about her – something unsettling that set the ends of your nerves on fire. You felt like you were walking into a trap.

A rich chuckle rumbled low in her chest as she observed you.

“Come. Take a seat.” She gestured to the oversized chaise situated by a coffee table.

You make your way over with some trepidation before taking a seat. Lady Dimitrescu soon followed afterward, taking her seat across from you. Your eyes flickered down at the coffee table and you noted that there was a glass of wine placed directly in front of you. Your eyebrows furrowed in concern.

Now, you are by no means a wine connoisseur but the red liquid in the glass appeared a little too dark. You gazed back up at Lady Dimitrescu who already picked up her wine glass. She takes a small sip, savoring the taste for a moment before swallowing. You watched how her throat convulsed and how a pleasant sigh left her lips.

You glanced back at your own glass. An uneasy thought creeps to the forefront of your mind.

Is it poisoned?

“Go on. Drink.” Her voice brought you out of your musings. “The glass of wine is for you.”

You hesitate for a moment, trying to think of a way to get out of this but nothing helpful came to mind. In the end, you decided to politely turn the drink down.

“Oh-uh, no thank you. I’m not really thirsty.” You managed to stutter out, giving her a sheepish look.

She arched an unamused eyebrow at you – reminiscent of the one Bela gave you earlier in the dungeon. Like mother, like daughter you suppose.

“It was not a suggestion.” Her voice was like steel, her eyes burning a hole through you.

You stared back at her in aghast. Not moving.

“If you refuse what I so kindly offered you, I can guarantee you that your death will be slow and agonizing. Do I make myself clear?” The threat in her tone was loud and clear.

Well, shit…

You shivered in your seat, giving her a slight nod. “Yes, My Lady.”

Taking a deep breath, you tentatively reach out for the wine glass.

Maybe if I take a tiny sip, nothing bad will happen to me?

The way her eyes observed you left an unsettling feeling deep in your gut. It was unnerving, to say the least.

You take a small sip and set it back on the table. You waited with bated breath, expecting to keel over and die but nothing happened. You felt fine.

You cleared your throat, finally asking the question that’s been on your mind.

“Are you going to kill me?” You asked in a soft voice.

Her mouth curved up into a sharp smile. “No. If I wanted you dead, I would have killed you on the first night you trespassed.” She set her wine glass down onto the table. “I have other plans for you.”

“Such as?”

She heard the wobble in your voice and her smile turned shark-like in an instant, revealing pearly white teeth. “Don’t fret, my dear. As I said, I will not cause you any harm.”

Just then, you noticed a warm, tingling sensation starting to build low in your gut. A wave of dizziness washed over your mind and you swayed forward a bit before digging your nails into the cushions of the chaise, keeping you in place.

She raised herself up and out of her seat once more and sauntered over to where you sat, slowly, leisurely. The haze clouding your vision became more pronounced and it felt like the whole world was spinning off its axis. Colors blurred into each other until all you could see was an expanse of white.

W-What’s happening to me?

You must have voiced your thought out loud as Lady Dimitrescu answered you.

“Shh. You will be fine, little one. I will not demand much from you tonight.”

A large, gloved hand was placed on the center of your chest and at the next moment, you were guided backward until you were lying flat on your back, splayed out utterly helpless beneath her.

The slight tingling that started off in small increments low in your gut now grew in intensity. It spread down to your core, hot and heavy, sending a rush of arousal to build thickly in between your thighs. A moan tumbled out from your lips and your back arched into her touch, beginning to buck your hips just to feel a modicum of friction that would grant you that sweet reprieve.

Lady Dimitrescu clicked her tongue in light admonishment and slid her hand across your hips before pinning them down in place.

“Patience, dear.”

“Please…” You moaned.

You weren’t sure what you were begging for. Your mind was all warm and fuzzy from whatever was in the drink and it was hard to concentrate on anything. The ache in between your thighs grew in volume and spasmed in waves, as if it was crying out for some relief. The sensation was becoming almost unbearable to handle.

She scooted forward and hovered over your squirming frame, gazing down at you underneath the brim of her hat. A look of carnal hunger swirled deep within those gold irises and her smile widened into that of a predator that caught its unsuspecting prey in its clawed grasp.

The hand that was settled on your hips began to travel across your body in a tender like caress. Roaming over your chest, stomach, thighs, and over the curves and dips of your body. Her hand soon found itself dipping in between the apex of your thighs with your dress rucked up over your hips, leaving you exposed to her.

Lady Dimitrescu let out a pleased hum once her palm brushed over the damp material that easily clung to your soaked folds. “So wet and so needy.”

A low whine bubbled its way out of your throat as the tips of her fingers began to rub gentle circles around your aching clit in light, even strokes. It shot bolts of electricity up your spine each time her fingers placed a bit of pressure on your hardened nub with each swipe over it.

Her eyes flickered down to your now drenched underwear and quietly observed how your arousal seeped through the material and onto the leather of her glove.

“How delightful.” She mused.

Lady Dimitrescu then used one finger to tuck your underwear aside and in one swift, easy motion, her finger glided into your dripping cunt. Her finger was so thick, and so long, stroking deep inside of you and your hips jerked down to match each of her thrusts. Her palm grinded down against your oversensitive clit with enough pressure until you only saw stars.

Your eyes squeezed closed from the action and you focused intently on the rhythm that was happening between your legs. Soft cries and whimpers left you as the effects of the wine amplified your burning desire causing the throbbing between your legs to grow stronger and stronger.

“Please… more. I need more.” You managed to breathe out the words in heavy gasps.

“More?” She chuckled low and warm. Her head tilted to the side, smiling sweetly down at you. “My, aren’t you an insatiable little thing.”

A choked sob fell from your lips as Lady Dimitrescu slipped her finger out of you. Though, your hopes weren’t dashed entirely as a hand slid underneath your lower back and raised your hips up so that they were eye level with her. Her other hand cradled the back of your head for support and held you in her grasp with ease like you weighed nothing at all to her.

You looked up and found your gaze locked on with Lady Dimitrescu’s. A glimmer of lust and hunger glistened in her glowing eyes. Ready to devour you whole. Her tongue slowly, sensually ran across her red lips, mere inches from your pulsating core. Teasing you. Your body shivered in delight at the sight.

“Beg me.” Her grip tightened around you. “Beg me to make you cum.”

“Please, Mistress.” You gasped, writhing in her grip. “Please make me cum.”

A look of shock passed across Lady Dimitrescu’s features for only a split second. She wasn’t expecting that title to drop from your lips so soon. The aphrodisiac laced with your wine must be working quicker than she thought.

With her gaze fixed firmly upon your face, in agonizing lethargy she lowered her mouth between your legs.

And… oh, god.

Everything felt so good.

Her extended tongue traced the length of you, leaving behind a pleasant tingling sensation. She wanted to taste every inch of you, claim you, devour you until you remained nothing but a trembling, shaking mess of limbs. Putty in her hands. Your whole body writhed underneath her large tongue as it continued to explore your wet folds, lapping at the slickness running down your slit.

Your clit throbbed in desperate need of attention and you rolled your hips against her mouth, trying to get her to focus on where you needed her most.

Her honey golden eyes held a devilish glint to them as her tongue curled and licked everywhere but at your aching clit.

A sharp gasp left you as her tongue dipped inside of you, wriggling around and stretching out your inner walls to a delicious degree. The curve of her tongue extended even more, plunging deeper into you. Lady Dimitrescu groaned at the taste of you and the vibration traveled up to your clit causing your body to jerk in her arms.

The long muscle retracted and she returned to long, steady licks up the length of your slit. You shuddered in response, gripping onto her arms for dear life. Your nerve endings were on fire under her teasing touches. You were desperate for release.

“Please.” You mewled. “I need to cum so badly.”

She pulled her mouth away from you and licked your slickness off her glistening lips. A wicked smile graced her features as she focused her gaze back on you.

“I know you do, darling.” She husked in a breathy tone. “You have been so patient with me. I believe you deserve your reward.”

Then, her mouth finally descended upon your sensitive clit, enveloping the throbbing bud between soft, silky lips. At that moment, you felt like you were going to explode or pass away from pure bliss. A burst of pleasure seared through your body akin to a wildfire and your moans were loud and shameless as they echoed throughout the room.

Her pace is punishing as her tongue swirls and laves at your clit, edging you closer and closer to your impending orgasm. One firm, hard suck on your engorged clit is what finally sends you tumbling over the precipice of pleasure.

Your body goes taut, rigid in her grip, eyes screwed shut, and a loud cry tears from your throat. The next thing you knew, you came into Lady Dimitrescu’s awaiting mouth. She moaned into you as your slickness coated her mouth and chin in an instant. Tears, whimpers, and soft cries continued to spill out from your lips as she helped coax you through your intense orgasm.

Lady Dimitrescu eagerly swallowed and lapped at your remaining cum before pulling her mouth off you.

“Good girl.” She cooed. “Such a good little girl you are.”

She set you back down onto the chaise gently and it was then that a feeling of fatigue washed over you. Your eyes felt heavy and you struggled to stay awake. She then pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed at the corner of her lips, erasing any last traces of your arousal.

Lady Dimitrescu set it aside before she turned her head to stare down at you. Her gaze ran across your tired body before she reached out with one hand, running the back of her fingers down the side of your face almost affectionately. It felt so soothing to you.

“You did so well, my dear.” She purred; her voice carried a sultry tone that caressed your ears so lovingly.

Though you tried to fight against it, the thread of consciousness was slipping from your mind and darkness shrouded the edges of your vision. Your eyelids fluttered shut and the last thing you saw before succumbing to the land of sleep was the widening grin slowly spreading over Lady Dimitrescu’s face, revealing a deadly pair of sharp fangs.

“Sleep well, pet.”

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The Venom’s Mercy

For @whumptober2021 day 24: Flashback | Self-induced Injury to Escape | Revenge

CW: Combat PTSD, vampirism, blood drinking, some vague suicidal ideation (”make it stop”), noncon kissing, noncon touching (nonsexual), intimate whumper, sadistic whumper, creepy whumper

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1938, Somewhere in Germany

Erich Eeten doesn’t go into town any longer if he doesn’t have to. 

The world is tense, balancing on a string with the width of a single human hair. If he were a patriotic man, he would join in the rallies, the marches, the demands and the chanting. He would be like every other man who survived from his unit, except of course for those who have never regained the use of their ruined legs, their broken bones, their bashed-in faces, their gas-scarred lungs. 

Except, of course, for those who  never came home at all.

He would be a part of something larger than himself, he would see with starry eyes the reclamation of a Germany that everyone knows, whether they admit it or not, never truly existed. 

Oh, the chanting is persuasive, he imagines, unless you’ve seen what war really looks like. It’s a new generation of angry young men being taught the same lies he was taught twenty years ago. Except… they’re darker lies, now. There is so much death in Germany. There is so much destruction.

There is no glory bought with the blood of innocents.

Erich Eeten is not a patriotic man. 

He is not, as they say, a good German. 

Hell, he’s barely alive enough to be a bad one. 

No, not since he came home from the war with chronic anaemia, hands that tremble and shake, the propensity for having to stop sometimes and gasp for air even though the doctors can find nothing wrong with his lungs… and nightmares that have kept him from a restful sleep for so long that he can no longer remember what that sort of sleep felt like.

If the Reich wants Erich to serve in their army, to help them take and take and take, they’ll have to find him first, and Erich has made himself difficult to find.

He’s not… entirely certain anyone even knows he’s alive now. The people of Bad Segeberg, where he goes for whatever he cannot make himself, know him as Leon, and he’s never given them a family name. His hair grayed a little, still blond but with silver threading through it even now, when he is only thirty-eight himself.

The war aged them all, though.

Those who survived it.

He moves along a deer path he’s marked as his own, subtle carvings in the bark of trees. It’s not a human path, and Erich steps so lightly he only leaves the barest hint of his own footprints. He doesn’t want to be found, by the army or by anyone, and he will do what it takes to avoid it. 

There is a darkness taking over his country, a poison that eats it alive from the inside out. When he came home from the war, freed with the other POWs in a prisoner exchange, shivering - Lukas Mȕller was dead by then, taken by pneumonia - and hopeful to see his family again, he had already seen the first seeds of this strange surreal rage starting to sprout. 

He came home to find his entire family had moved. They were gone, someone else living in their house who made a face at him and sent him on his way.

He had no idea where to begin to look for them, and after a year or so he simply gave up. 

He should have left the country when he had the chance. He supposes he could still make the journey on foot, cross a border where no one’s looking and hope when he gets across he won’t be seen as a spy or worse. But… the forest seems easier, and more peaceful. 

He knows the forest.

He knows the hills.

The people in the town do not, and the others who live here in these places are like him. They are men and women - entire families - who want only to be left alone to try and ride out the darkness that has overtaken their land, and hope it does not swallow them whole. He doesn’t worry that they’ll turn him in, and they know he will respect their isolation, too.

He moves in near-silence, winding around a tree, letting his fingertips run briefly over the mark he’s made to remind himself of the path. On his back, his pack is weighed-down and heavy with some basics he can’t quite make for himself, like flour. He’s carried heavier weight than this, marching day-in and day-out from one battlefield to another.

He’s fought his war.

He won’t be conscripted into another one, and he certainly won’t be forced to support it, either.

He’s closing in on the clearing where his small cabin waits, just large enough for Erich to live by himself, when he hears the soft snap of someone - something - stepping on a stick.

He pauses.

His hand rests on a tree trunk, fingertips pressed to the rough texture of the bark, and slowly looks over his shoulder.

The setting sun has thrown shadows deep and dark. What golden light remains shines in stripes through the leaves, breaking through the canopy. Birds still sing, here and there. He watches a red squirrel leap from one branch to another. 

He waits, breathing carefully so as not to make any sound.

There is nothing.

He counts to fifteen, then to twenty, and then he turns back, walking along the path. He makes it another six steps before he hears, this time, the sound of a large creature moving through the underbrush, the rustled sound of footsteps through decaying leaves.

He stops again.

“Wer ist da?” He calls, listening for a response. 

None comes.

Maybe his melancholy thoughts are getting to him, Erich thinks, but his left hand starts to shake in echo to the disquiet in his mind. He has to close his fingers into a fist to settle it, and he can feel the muscles twitching even so. 

He continues on towards home, and this time there is no out-of-place sound to interrupt him. 

The clearing he lives in is small, all the better not to be found out. His cabin is tiny, one single room, just large enough for his bed, a few shelves for his belongings, and the woodstove for heat and cooking. Firewood is piled up against the wall, a haven for spiders as much as it is a provider of warmth when the truly cold days send chilly air seeking out the tiniest cracks in the walls. He has a firepit out front, a small outhouse, a smokehouse as well.

He moves inside, the door closing with a creak of hinges and a heavy smack behind him, dropping his pack onto the small two-person kitchen table he built himself ten years ago when the one he’d scavenged was beginning to totter. He digs out the flour, humming softly to himself, setting it up on a shelf next to the sauerkraut and pickles in jars. 

He misses electricity, some days, but mostly he gets by without it. He lights the oil lamps around the room until he can see well enough, the entire place full of a deep slightly-orange glow.

He checks on the sourdough starter, decides he’ll bake a loaf of bread tomorrow. He’s got a bit of milk from a man down the hill who keeps cattle and trades with him for the wild game Erich prides himself at trapping, and he’ll have sourdough bread and perhaps some potato soup for dinner…

He pauses.

Something is wrong.

At first he can’t place it, only knows that the shaking in his left hand is so bad he drops a plate to the floor, where it clangs and spins before coming to a stop. At least it wasn’t ceramic… he drops things too often now to own anything that can break.

Erich raises his head, like a dog sniffing the air, and then he knows what it is.

It’s quiet.

The birds are no longer singing, there is no sound of chattering squirrels. The wildlife that makes up a peaceful backdrop to his every moment is… silent.

Then, the door hinges start up their ungodly creaking, and he spins around to see-

“S-Sie sind es!”

Erich falls back against the table, scraping it along the floor, his right hand gripping onto the edge. His left hand tries but it shakes too much to get the slightest hold. Dread feels like a wash of awful dizziness spreading throughout his body. His heart drops to his knees and stays there, beating in a sudden frantic panic.

The visitor smiles at him, all fangs and that same long pale hair plaited down their back that he sees so often in his nightmares.

“‘The woods are lovely, dark and deep,’” They singsong, stepping inside and carefully, politely, closing the door behind them. “‘But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.’”

“Was tun Sie hier-”

“Oh, stop it. I know you speak English, and I’ve been speaking the age-old Muttersprache for months now trying to find you. I went to the house where your mother lives-... well, lived-”

The dread grows, and alongside it, the anger that has lain banked to embers for two decades within him. His jaw tightens. “You-...” The English comes to him slowly, but it’s there. “You found my mother?”

“No, I didn’t.” They wave one hand, dismissively, walking closer like this home, this place of peace Erich carved from his enduring endless terror and pain, is theirs. “Why are you living as a hermit in the woods, exactly?”

He doesn’t move.

For some reason, he can’t.

Only the trembling of his hand gives away his panic and how badly he wishes he were still down in the town, with the dubious protection of other souls nearby - even if everyone closes their doors to each other these days, as the darkness rolls over them all.

The people in town don’t see it as darkness, of course, but as bringing light. 

True light has no need to hide what it does in the shadows. No, the country has lost its mind, gone to ground in evil, and some part of him knows without knowing that there are things happening that should not be-

“Wir sind die blutsaugers,” Erich whispers.

“Hey.” The vampire rolls their eyes and snaps their fingers right in front of his face, making him jump - how did they get so close so fast? “Eyes on me. I have been looking for you for weeks, you know. Months, even. I checked your mother’s house, I checked the town itself, I wandered around this whole damned country from vampire house to vampire house. Now I finally see you and track you all the way here, and this is my greeting? Hm?”

They cock their head, a tendril of pale hair falling free of the braid and laying perfectly against their cheek. Their eyes capture him, and it is hard, when they do, to look away.

Erich tries. 

He turns his head, teeth grinding together. Somewhere within him, he hears the whistle of the first shell falling, the echoing cries of his fellow soldiers to throw themselves down in the trenches and hope they are not blown apart.

Their mouth is so, so close to his neck.

He feels a sudden wild urge to beg them to finish it, now, what they started in that POW camp so many years ago.

“Why do you look for me?” He asks instead, his voice gruff and coarse. He tries to reach back for the knife he knows lays on the table, but their cold fingers close over his own, pressing his palm down on the rough-hewn wood with a strength they shouldn’t have for their size and stature.

“I owe you, don’t I?” They say, airy and casual.

His stomach turns when the creature nuzzles against his jaw, the pulse that flutters and beats with abandoned fear just beneath it. They’re… so cold, the temperature of the air outside, only now starting to warm a little to the fire in the woodstove. 

“You… owe me?”

He remembers, with sickening revulsion, how it had felt to be tied to the pole in the center of the other POWs watching, his head wrenched to the side-

He shoves at them. 

They don’t expect it and go stumbling back, swearing in a litany of languages, most of which he doesn’t recognize. Erich lunges for the door, thinking nothing of the home he’ll leave behind, one he made for himself through the years of hiding in the woods from every loud sound, from the way the voices of others grated on his nerves. 

He thinks only of escape.

When he pulls the door open, he catches one distinct glimpse of the darkening woods outside the clearing before they catch up to him and smack their hand into it, slamming it out of his hands and shut again. They force it into the frame with such strength that Erich hears it jam into place, taking away his easiest escape, leaving only the paper-lined window he put in himself over his bed.

He spins around, but finds himself pushed back against the door by them, the rounded iron handle digging painfully into his lower back.

They smile at him, eyes glinting in the firelight, flashing iridescent like a cat’s after dark. Their fangs are long, and his eyes are drawn to them, to the memories they pull from the recesses of his mind. The dark places that are never far from his thoughts.

“Pardon, little soldier,” They say, softly, reaching up with their other hand to brush knuckles against the side of his face. “It’s very rude to leave a guest alone in your home, you know.”

“I do not want you here,” He grinds out, and shoves at them again, but this time they’re ready and they grab his wrists, forcing them up above his head with a strength he can’t possibly subdue. His heart lurches, skips a beat, and he feels tears in his eyes.

He is here - and he is twenty years ago, listening to the cries of his fellow soldiers as they drain him dry, the agony that should have led to his death but didn’t. The weeks afterward waking from nightmares.

The years, the fucking years-

“I don’t care,” They reply, and drag their tongue up the side of his neck.

His eyes are wide, staring towards the ceiling, but it’s not the ceiling he sees. It’s a heavy gray sky in a godforsaken battlefield in France. 

“How did you get in?” His lips barely move. “A, a blutsauger must be invited-”

“I found you last night,” They whisper into his ear, toying with it with their teeth, nipping at his earlobe with a fang just hard enough to draw blood. “You talk in your sleep, Herr Erich... and when you are spoken to, you respond.”

He feels the prick of hot tears in his eyes. “No. I, I did not, do not say I said-”

“Bitte komme herein. You were having quite the nightmare. I sat with you until you settled again.”

The idea that this creature sat and watched him sleep, and he’d woken with no idea anyone had ever been there - Erich’s stomach turns at the thought. 

“Now,” They murmur, pulling his earlobe between their lips and sucking at the droplets of blood welling up, “I owe you schnitzel and cabbage... but you’re out here in the woods all by yourself, and I’ll have to settle for giving you the pleasure of my company.” 

He’s going to be sick, but he feels too distant from his body to fully register it.

They rub their thumb over his left wrist, and the shaking in his hand goes still. He looks at Lukas’s face as he fights the French soldiers who hold him back from going to Erich, the worry and fear in his eyes. 

Lukas, who died of pneumonia in 1918 just a week before the war was over, before the Armistice was declared, reaches for him until his arms are jerked behind his back. Next to him the other POWs watch with haunted, wide eyes.

“Bitte-... bitte-”

“Stille,” the vampire murmurs into his ear, and their fangs find his pulse and dig in.

The pain is a flash, a spark of bright white, and Erich lets out a choked, whimpering cry that travels no further than the air between them. Then their venom kicks in, and he feels his body go limp.

Unlike the first time, in that POW camp in France, this time they fill him with a gentle numbness, a soothing sway that holds no pain within it. He feels the push and pull of their mouth working the blood out of him as they let him crumple slowly to the floor, until he lays on his back with them straddling his prone body, sitting on his stomach and curled over him.

Their tongue is cool but warms with his blood, goes from cold to nearly hot as they flush with the life they take from him. 

Their hands move up his sides and over his ribs, tickling with their fingertips, before they press down into his chest just below his collarbone, kneading contentedly at him, the rumbling purr rolling out of them like the sound of a motor at a distance, like the sound of the stray he’d fed for two years out here, the little thing that had lived in the woods with him for a while.

He drifts, in the venom’s mercy, and looks up at a sky full of shells exploding twenty years ago. Inside himself, he dives into the hidden spaces in the trench and holds his breath, hands over his ears, praying he’ll survive this bout long enough to go over the top for the charge.

In his mind, he is tied down for them, and he sees his fellow POWs learning from him the horror of what waits for them if the next vampire chooses them.

In his mind, he is somewhere else, and he isn’t sure how to find his way back. More and more, he thinks he never came back from the front at all.

They pull back, lapping at the wound with a hot wet tongue to close it. “Just like I remembered,” The vampire murmurs, placing their hands on either side of his face, leaning down to give him a bloody, salty-sweet kiss. He gags, instinctively, and they sit up, still holding him down on the floor with their weight, and arch their back with a peal of wild, delighted laughter. “Is that repayment enough, I wonder?”

His limbs tingle pleasantly as the feeling starts to return to them. It takes too much effort to turn his head and follow them with his half-closed, bleary eyes as they stand and move across the room, looking over everything he’s done to make this little cabin a home.

“You should leave,” They say, finally, looking over the sourdough starter in its glass jar, tilting it this way and that to watch the sludge of flour, water, and bacteria shift, breathing the scent in deeply with a smile. 

He swallows, and then again. It’s too much work but he speaks anyway. “... th’ forest?”

“The country.” They set the sourdough starter down and turn around, pulling out one of the chairs and plopping themself casually into it. “I’ve seen wars begin and end a dozen times or more, Herr Eeten. This one will be immense.”

“They told us… the last would be the war to end all wars,” Erich says, groggily, managing slowly to sit up with his back to the door. The dregs of the venom mean he doesn’t panic like he should. It feels… nice.

He can see why there are secret vampire dens where people go to forget. Many of his fellow soldiers have been found there, seeking oblivion where they can get it. 

“They lied,” The vampire says in a flat voice. “The people who start wars, Erich, lie to those who fight them. Every damn time. There is no glorious thousand-year anything on the horizon, only death and death and death. And this time, not the sort I enjoy.”

“I know. I know they’re lying to us. That is why I hide here.” He drops his hands into his lap. The left is trembling again. He closes his eyes against it.

“You can’t hide forever. They’ll find you, sooner or later, with their dreadful efficiency. If I could find you with only the memory of your name and rank, think of how easy it must be for an entire government with every detail from birth til your return from battle?”

He shakes his head, closing his eyes. “I can’t fight again. I cannot do it, blutsauger-”

“Call me Auri.” They sigh, leaning on the table with one elbow. “I can’t believe I worked so hard to remember your name and you forgot mine.”

“You are a nightmare that wakes me,” Erich says, opening his eyes to look at them again. “And little else. You join all the other nightmares. I do not give them names.”

“Do you want to never fight a war again?” They ask, seemingly mildly curious. Their fingers tip-tap on the table, the nails slightly too long. “Unless you choose to, of course. Would you like to live outside of time?”

He swallows.

He knows what they’re offering without needing to hear them say it in full.

Still, though, he finds himself whispering, “Why?”

They hear his real question - why me? - and their smile grows. “You’re beautiful, Erich, even now. Wasted, but beautiful. I’m lonely, these days, and you are, too. Get away from the rot and decay entirely. Become something they cannot give commands to. Walk the world with me. Let’s be lonely together.”

Erich stares at them, trying to think this through, but his brain still feels like foggy sludge. He often does, after he sees the past. It can take hours or even days to get entirely back to himself, and in the interim he loses time. He breathes gas that isn’t there, coughing his lungs out on nothing. He hears shells that aren’t really falling, hiding under his bed until they stop, convinced he’s in a trench and can hear the screams.

He was in Bad Segeberg one day when someone’s automobile backfired and he very nearly killed a man he saw, suddenly, as an enemy soldier.

To his credit, he wasn’t the only man nearby who reacted that way. When they had pulled him off of his near-victim, there had been another man his age hiding, curled with his hands over his head, yelling for his rifle.

And they want Erich to do it all over again?

He’ll die first.

“I am too tired to fight you,” He says by way of reply, and their eyes light up. They stand and move back towards him, dropping to a crouch and then to their hands and knees. They crawl the last few feet towards him, but they move like a predator, not like prey.

He doesn’t try to escape them this time.

He lets them move right up to him, and when they kiss his cheek, he feels nothing.

“Leave men and their petty wars behind,” They whisper, seeking his answer in his eyes, they are so very close and their pupils are blown so wide there is nearly no color around them. “Escape this life and live a new one with me.”

“I hate you,” He replies, but he looks down, rolling his sleeve up in the scant bit of space Auri has left between them. “I have hated you for twenty years.”

“Hate me, if you wish,” Auri replies, “for a thousand years more. But hate me beside me.”

“What happens if I say no?”

“You’ll live here until they find you and drag you away.” They shrug, casual and careless. “You decide.”

Erich doesn’t say yes.

He simply reaches up and grips his hand into their hair, pulling them back against his neck. 

“No more pain, Herr Eeten,” They murmur, biting down and then licking at his blood as it wells hot and demanding. 

They latch on and venom floods him all over again.

Erich embraces the collapse this time. He lets the fog and the dizziness take him, pull and pull from him. When they pull back to cut their own wrist and put it to his mouth, he doesn’t fight them, not this time. He opens, and he swallows the dead blood down, mixed with his own, as though it were a liquor finer than any other.

At first, his body tries to revolt, nausea flips inside him, but he forces his way through it and soon enough the blood takes on the buzzing, burning warmth he has always dreamed about obliterating his memories entirely.

He knows what it feels like when his body starts to ache, the first swell of death coming in close enough to kiss.

He lets Auri hold him, listens to them purr.

When they pull free, they run a hand through his hair, lean down to nuzzle along his face. “Do not fret,” They whisper. The affection, he thinks dazedly, sounds real. “I won’t leave you to die alone, Erich.”

“Please-...” He looks at them, his vision darkening around the edges. “Will it-... will it take the memories away, of what I’ve lost?”

“No.” 

At his sound of despair, they shush him with a finger to his lips. The pain within him grows, his organs beginning to shut down one by one. The heartbeat continues on, strong, the very last thing that will stop.

“But you will see,” Auri continues, their voice beginning to sound further and further away, “that none of it ever mattered at all.”

Erich opens his mouth to protest that this is the opposite of what he wanted to believe about the people he’s lost and the war he fought, but he can’t seem to speak any longer. His eyes drift closed again.

Their whisper is barely audible, against his ear. They kiss him, bloodied lips to bloodied lips. He shivers. “I’ll be here when you live again, Erich.”

The sounds of shelling, the screaming of the men in the trenches, the coughing as the gas seared and burned their lungs and skin…

It all falls silent.

He takes in a final breath and holds it in burning lungs.

“I’ll be here,” Auri says gently, running fingers through his hair like a mother soothing a child with a fever, “when you wake.”

The last thing he feels is his canine teeth starting to loosen as the fangs begin to push them out.

He exhales.

Erich Eeten’s heart beats once, twice… 

And then stops.

-

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Today is the Best Day Ever™ and therefore a Good Day for a timeline recap of Daisy's pre-series backstory, which is unfortunately sparse in details after early infancy.

Warning: it's long. And under the cut.

The Story in the Show:

1983-1987

Jiaying leaves Afterlife sometime after Kora killed herself - in a field of daisies - to do charity work (7x08, 7x10). She ends up in a village in the Hunan province (was it her birthplace?) where she meets Cal Johnson, a young doctor from Milwaukee volunteering for Doctors Without Borders (2x18). Two people from different worlds, and even different times given Jiaying's longevity, both dedicated to helping others. They fall in love and marry.

1988-1989

On the Best Day Ever™, aka July 2nd 1988, their baby girl is born (2x17).

The couple has a few months of parental bliss until S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, who are actually Hydra, kidnap Jiaying and deliver her in Austria to Daniel Whitehall - formerly Werner Reinhardt, a high ranking SS officer and Hydra scientist during WWII - for his sick pursuit of eternal youth. Herr Sadist vivisects her for a week (2x04) before dumping her for dead in a ditch (2x08).

Cal, who was present but powerless when the Hydra goons abducted Jiaying ("We tried to fight. I tried.") leaves baby Daisy with "people [he] trusted" (2x10), tracks down his wife to Europe and saves her, through a combination of skilled field surgery (2x18) and "feeding" her lives, so she can heal herself courtesy of her Inhuman power.

It's unknown how soon they managed to return to China. Jiaying would have needed some time to recover even with her powers, but it's likely that they rushed back to their infant girl ASAP despite her precarious condition. Taking Daisy's orphanage file as a point of reference, which was redacted on April 23, 1989 (1x05), it's maybe March or early April.

An unnamed senior S.H.I.E.L.D. agent calls in a 084 (the code for an "object of unknown origin"), stating that an entire Chinese village had died in an effort to protect "it" (1x12).

Note: this senior agent was a level 8, since that's the clearance level Agent Avery will later fake with his credentials to hide baby Daisy. So it was someone important and with a good deal of discretionary authority, judging by Coulson and Victoria Hand in S1.

According to Raina, "every man, woman and child" in the Hunan village had been "torn apart" by Cal and Jiaying searching for Daisy (1x21).

S.H.I.E.L.D. dispatches a second team to Hunan, which includes Richard Lumley (the very dramatic runaway agent who coined the "wherever she goes, death follows" line) and Linda Avery, both fresh out of the Academy (1x12).

While still en route, they lose communications with the team on the ground. When they arrive, they find the agent that had called in the 084 dead under a bridge, bled out from a gunshot wound to the neck, still holding the sleeping, unharmed and unaware, baby Daisy (1x12).

Lumley's and Avery's team, five agents in total, flies back to the States with the baby but, an unspecified (yet short, going by Lumley's retelling) amount of time after their return, three of them are tortured to death in quick succession. It's, by all indications, Jiaying and Cal who have somehow tracked down the survivors of the operation in Hunan and are going through them one by one in their hunt for their baby daughter. They're also possibly exacting revenge for what happened to Jiaying, since as far as they know it was S.H.I.E.L.D. that took her to Whitehall (S.H.I.E.L.D. = Hydra for Jiaying and Cal).

Linda Avery connect the dots - someone very dangerous is after the baby - and takes matters into her own hands: after dropping off baby Daisy at the Saint Agnes Orphanage - going by the redaction date of that file in 1x05, it's probably in April 1989 - she uses the dead senior agent's credentials to set up a "nearly invisible protocol" (1x12) that ordered the foster system to move Daisy around every few months. Avery's effort to keep her hidden is successful, but she, too, is killed in brutal fashion, protecting the secret.

Lumley, now the only survivor of the Hunan op, goes on the run the day after Avery's death. By the time May tracks him down to Mexico City it's been 23 years according to what she says in 1x12, which would place Avery's death and Lumley's disappearance in 1990 or even 1991 since that episode aired in 2014. It seems far too late to match up with the redacted file's date, but that's what's in the show.

1990-2013

For an unspecified number of years, Jiaying and Cal keep searching for their daughter, until Jiaying realizes what their hunt has turned them into (2x17). She takes a step back, resigns herself to the loss - it's the second daughter she lost to tragic circumstances - and returns to Afterlife, but she will never be the same woman she was before Whitehall.

Cal keeps roaming the planet on his own, searching aimlessly, helping outcasts like the group Raina was running with in Thailand (2x09), practising back-alley medicine and becoming increasingly unstable due to the collateral effects of the Hyde formula he invented to make himself more than human.

Daisy is given the name Mary Sue Potts by the nuns that run Saint Agnes (because her life wasn't hard enough already) and is shipped around the foster system, never staying in one place for more than 2 years (2x17, and that 2 years stretch probably referred to S.H.I.E.L.D.), unaware that it's by design and she isn't really being rejected by so many families. However, she must have had abusive foster parents, too, since she likened her childhood to Ward's (3x09).

At some point in her teens she drops out of high school and maybe also runs away from the system, instead of ageing out. She's homeless and "screwed-up, a lot" - although Daisy is an unreliable narrator in such matters, seeing how she often feels at fault for things entirely out of her control, so who knows how much that "a lot" truly was - until she meets Miles Lydon. The two "screwed-up" kids help each other out of whatever bad they were in (1x05) and start a friendship that will evolve into a professional mentorship, a partnership and a romantic relationship.

Along the way she changes her name to just Skye, with no surname ("no family, no family name to inherit" 1x18), resolves to find out what happened to her parents, becomes a god-tier hacker (and a capable pickpocketer), discovers the redacted version of her orphanage file, buys a Van, wins a laptop in a bet (1x01), dates a Russian hacker (3x13), joins the Rising Tide and finally hatches a fairly reckless scheme to bait S.H.I.E.L.D. so she can gain access from the inside of the agency that holds the truth of her origin. A plan that succeeds far beyond her expectations.

Some Questions and Theories:

Who massacred the Chinese villagers, and who were the villagers protecting baby Daisy from?

Quite likely Jiaying and Cal themselves, which is what Raina told Ward in 1x21 after all. Either because Jiaying needed lives to heal - although the timeline and logistics are a bit iffy: she would have needed lives to feed on ASAP after Cal stitched her back together and they were in Austria at the time - or because upon their return to Hunan S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, possibly Hydra-affiliated, were on the scene, had taken or were trying to take Daisy, and the Johnsons were too far gone already to distinguish between them and innocent bystanders. So they killed everyone in their path and everyone in the general vicinity of their path, too.

How did S.H.I.E.L.D. learn of the massacre and the 084's presence?

An agent called it in, yes, but how did that agent know? Was S.H.I.E.L.D. monitoring the village? Did they know about Jiaying (who had been freed from Whitehall's clutches in 1945 by Peggy Carter and the Howling Commandos)? Hydra did, in both cases. Was that agent Hydra, too, one who however drew the line at kidnapping babies for the likes of Whitehall, and so arranged for "proper" S.H.I.E.L.D. to send backup, only to be killed by his fellow nazis? Or was it Hydra-affiliated S.H.I.E.L.D., trying to get their hands on Daisy all along, and they failed because the villagers protected her and then Jiaying and Cal killed them?

Is it possible that Hydra massacred the village because the villagers were protecting the baby from them?

Maybe. That's not what Raina said and she presumably learned the story directly from Cal, but she is also a known manipulator. If Raina lied - or interpreted one of Cal's rants incorrectly - the Johnsons would have come back from Austria to find a massacred village and no trace of their baby, and immediately assumed S.H.I.E.L.D. was the culprit because that's who the Hydra agents had said they were when they had taken Jiaying.

The dead "lead agent" who called in the 084 and was carrying baby Daisy to (presumed) safety died of a gunshot. Who shot him?

Guns don't seem to match with Jiaying's and Cal's M.O. But if Cal hadn't invented his Hyde formula just yet, it would make sense he would have armed himself, given the circumstances.

What was Big S.H.I.E.L.D. doing when baby Daisy was brought back to the States?

Agent Avery clearly did not trust her direct superiors nor the rest of the agency to keep the baby safe. Did Avery suspect S.H.I.E.L.D.'s involvement in the Hunan tragedy? Or was she simply being extra careful, ensuring the shortest possible paper trail leading to the baby, even in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s highly classified and secured servers?

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[theladyofbloodshed]

So I have been thinking about this. So Rhys "pretended" to be a sadistic sociopath UTM to protect Velaris (and his friends). But from my understanding, he ripped into people's mind before Amarantha's spell took hold and removed knowledge of his friends from people's mind and Velaris was already secret. So he was a dick to keep a secret city secret? Just want your throughts on it.

I never really understood it to be honest. This has gotten very long... (as usual)

We know that Tamlin and Rhys were friends a long time ago because Rhys took pity on him as the youngest son of a horrible father. He has been friends with Azriel and Cassian since they were boys so by that logic, Tamlin would also know those two, perhaps had even been their friend too. When Feyre first comes back from Velaris, she tells Tamlin and Lucien about the two and their faces tighten, suggesting they do know them.

But surely Rhys - if he approached Tamlin as a friend - would have been friendly. You don't really make friends by being the morally grey villain. So I have to wonder if Tamlin saw through the act utm or thought he really was being a bastard (for lack of better word) and treating Feyre that way out of revenge for their families' deaths and had become like his own father.

When Tamlin is grilling Feyre on what she'd learnt, she mentions a temple in Cesere being sacked and they check the maps to see what else she can pinpoint. Velaris is not a known city, even to Tamlin who was once Rhys' friend.

Cesere, Tamlin explained, was a northern outpost in the Night Court, and one of the few known towns.

Further, Amarantha did have Illyrian soldiers who served her so if he wants to keep up the guise of spooky high lord, why does he then kill them after UtM?

Some of the Illyrian clans gleefully bowed to Amarantha during those years. [...] But me and mine have enjoyed ourselves hunting them down these past few months. And ending them.

I can't remember how Hybern manages to break into Velaris with the attor and twin ravens. But yeah, Amarantha didn't know it existed - nobody did.

Velaris has remained secret beyond the borders of these lands for millennia. Amarantha did not touch it, because she did not know it existed. None of her beasts did. No one in the other courts knows of its existence, either.

And I decided to use it to tap into the mind of every Night Court citizen she captured, and anyone who might know the truth. I made a web between all of them, actively controlling their minds every second of every day, every decade, to forget about Velaris, to forget about Mor, and Amren, and Cassian, and Azriel. Amarantha wanted to know who was close to me—who to kill and torture. But my true court was here, ruling this city and the others. And I used the remainder of my power to shield them all from sight and sound. I had only enough for one city—one place. I chose the one that had been hidden from history already.

I feel like if you have that much power to control that many people AND protect Velaris, maybe you had enough power to kill Amarantha? Also, he explains at the high lords' meeting that it wasn't him who slaughtered the winter court children, that there were other daemati under her service... so why didn't they go into one of the Illyrian's minds or even into Lucien and Tamlin's to discover information about Cassian/Azriel. Everybody else seems to know who they are - like Helion - why weren't any of their minds searched? If the Autumn Court are so horrid, why didn't Beron or Eris tell Amarantha about Mor?

I kind of get that Rhys wanted to protect Velaris - but at the same time, care is never extended to the CoN or Illyria. Heck, I don't even remember anything ever being mentioned again about Cesere or even Sangravah other than it being where Gwyn was and he has a rug from there according to Lucien.

What I would like to know is, do other members of the night court know about Velaris? I do not think they can else they would want to be there. Yet, Rhys says the artist quarter is what Velaris is known for... who knows that, Rhys???

[trifle-of-doom]

The Hawk X Demetri Manifesto

Okay, here is the thing. Despite being well past my teens, there's a particular ship of Cobra Kai that has drawn my attention, this ship being Hawk/Eli x Demetri. When I first watched the show, I was actually more invested in the adult characters storylines than the teens. I immediately rooted for Johnny and Carmen, and I was always hoping for more interactions between them. But then I saw episode 2x05, in which the atmosphere between the Binary Brothers becomes way more dense, and that's when I started to see some potential for them. Not because I'm a deranged person who fosters abusive relationships, but because I immediately caught the hurt/comfort dynamic of the duo, which is something that works really well when it comes to fictional relationships. However, it wasn't until 3x10 that I said, "Ok, that's official, I need to see more of these two! I totally support them!" And I was quite surprised to find a fairly large amount of people who are very committed to this pairing, to the point it's caught the attention of the screenwriters/producers as well. Honestly, I don't know if the showrunners will ever have the guts to make them an official couple, and chances are their supporters will have to keep reading between the lines of their bromance, but in any case, here is my take on why Hawk/Eli x Demetri is an option worth to be considered.

#1 - The Bromance

If there's something that many years of navigating the Internet taught me, is that the main driving factor for fan-made ships is the presence of either a solid relationship based on mutual brotherly love or a bitter rivalry that may or may not flow into hate/obsession. If you consider anime fandoms, there are thousand examples that fit into either of these categories: Yugi and Jonouchi from the Yu-Gi-Oh series (yes, that's how old I am), Yugi and Kaiba from Yu-Gi-Oh, Sakuragi and Rukawa from Slam Dunk, Light and L from Death Note, etc. And our Hawk and Demetri fit into both categories. When we first see them, they are the stereotypical nerdy friends (possibly childhood friends?) sitting at the losers' table, who have no one else but each other. When Eli is at his most sensitive and fragile, you can tell he feels comfortable being with Demetri by the genuine smile he has on his face as Demetri is joking with Miguel at the canteen table. Through his sarcasm, the mouthy kid acts as a catalyst to deviate the attention from Eli, speaking for him, reprimanding Johnny when he makes fun of his lip and trying to make him feel safe. Besides, you can see a certain degree of frustration in Demetri when Kyler and his gang are harassing Eli, and he's unable to do anything to defend him. And they even have a jingle for their friendship with a robot dance, I mean, how cute is that? But of course, a solid friendship between two helpless nerdy guys is not enough to spark a ship to be rooting for. In order for the magic to happen, another key ingredient is needed, i.e. a little bit of angst. Which brings us straight to the next point.

#2 - The Angst (aka the Hurt/Comfort Dynamic)

Even though I never liked the Twilight saga or any similar urban fantasy young adult works, I can easily see where the appeal comes from; the attraction to a charming, dangerous person who could either protect you from any harm or crush you like grape. Although with different franchises, I wasn't immune to the bad boy trope either (Yes, I'm looking at you, my teenage self drooling over Grimmjow from Bleach). If we can appreciate the genuine, brotherly friendship between nerdy Eli and Demetri, the shift that Eli makes as he transitions into Hawk and becomes more aggressive and dominant gives their relationship a totally different flavor. Attrition sparks a certain tension that, in the viewer's eyes, could either flow into a brawl or into passion.

During the mall fight, Demetri comes to the realization that his former best friend is actually someone who can crush him like grape. We see Hawk intentionally harming him for the first time, and Demetri's heartbreaking expression as he drops the line: "You'd actually hurt me?" And if that line gave us a pang in our hearts when we first watched Season 2, imagine rewatching it now that we know what happens in Season 3. Demetri is chased down the mall, running for his life, and then he's locked in a grip, as his best friend menacingly advances towards him. Demetri appears as the damsel in distress, however his friend is not the one who will fight to protect him, but rather his tormentor.

During the party at Moon's, Demetri manages to briefly go through Hawk's mask and reach out to Eli, thanks to a casual conversation about Dr Who. But then the beer incident happens, and Demetri defends himself with the only weapon he has – his loudmouth. The situation is reversed, and for a brief moment, he gets to be the dominant one as he discloses all Eli's most intimate secrets. Demetri is now actively contributing to the Hurt/Comfort dynamic; he's no longer just a target, but he's doing his part to enlarge that gaping hole that has formed between them. And Hawk didn't take it well.

From this moment on, Demetri becomes a sort of obsession to Hawk, who hunts him down the school, teasing him and taunting him sadistically, like a serial killer from a horror movie, during the big fight. Of course, in real life, this would be completely insane, and the police/a social assistant/psychiatrist should be called, but in ShipLand, these situations are pure gold. Okay, we get it, Hawk wants to get revenge for the humiliation at the party, and he wants to crush that nerd part of himself he sees in Demetri, but he does it with such an intensity that it borders on ridiculous. It's like this is his twisted way to acknowledge Demetri's presence. Eventually, Hawk ends up smashed into the trophy case, and I confess I felt a little disappointed when Demetri broke that hug to give Hawk a roundhouse kick. I mean, it was a great comeback, but I was sincerely hoping for a "No hard feelings man, let's get outta here!" scenario.

Getting back to the sick and twisted way Hawk acknowledges Demetri's presence, he destroys his science project after he got jealous due to him being confident in his nerd self and laughing around with his ex girlfriend (whom the writers insist he still has a crush on). Speaking of Moon, I have a feeling she likes Hawk mostly based on his badass appearance. Remember when she goes "I like this (mohawk) and I love these (muscles), but I'm not dating a bully"?

Then the football match happens. Okay, let's break this down. Demetri trips Hawk and acts all sassy, and a fellow Cobra Kai is immediately ready to take him down, but Hawk stops him. "Fight smart, he says". Too bad that literally 5 seconds earlier he had shoved a kid to the ground just because his ex girlfriend (again, duuuh~) ignored him when he winked at her. And then, as he's trying to intercept the ball, BANG, Hawk hits Demetri, sending him to the ground, pretending it was an accident. So, what does this tell us? That Hawk has some serious anger management issues? Yeah sure, but also that he cares about fighting smart only as long as it serves as an excuse to leave Demetri for him, because he's his designated target. Again, this is all but romantic, and it doesn't necessarily have to be interpreted as him lusting after his friend, but it's undeniable that this dynamic offers a lot of ship fuel.

The arm breaking thing is just too painful to even analyze. We see a completely helpless Demetri begging for mercy to his ex best friend, who has made No Mercy his life motto. And that scream, oh that scream. All I wanted to see was Hawk realizing what he had done and throwing himself on his knees while begging for forgiveness. But I'm glad that at least we get to see he feels awful for what he's done, and I like to think that, as he got home, Eli cried out all the tears he had in his body thinking about poor Demetri at the hospital, with a swollen broken arm, all because of him. Of all the situations, this is undoubtedly the most deranged and extreme, and if something like this happened in real life, the wrongdoer would deserve to be punished and would definitely need to be sent to therapy. But in ShipLand, this opens the road to many, many different scenarios, in which the bully understands his mistakes and shifts back to the good side, or the two share a tender moment after they reconcile, or the traumatized character has to to learn to trust the other one again, or the bully becomes overprotective of his former victim, etc.

#3 - A Rewarding Reconciliation

Finally, we come to the reconciliation, in which Hawk makes his heel-to-face turn. While we've seen him torn with doubt for an entire season about his sensei's teachings, his actions and the people he wants to surround himself with, the key factor that drives Hawk's redemption is the sight of his best friend being held down for him to beat. And with an epic stunt and his awesome KEEEH screech, Hawk jumps to the rescue of his friend. Like many of us, Demetri thought this was still part of the "Only I Can Torment Him" dynamic I discussed earlier, as he steps backwards a little concerned, but then he understands that action was actually meant to save him, and the two begin to fight side by side, in sync, watching each other's back. You can see Demetri's eyes sparkling at the thought of having his friend back.

Also, not only Demetri stands up to alpha bitch Tory in defense of Eli, but he also speaks for his friend when he's faltering, just like he used to. So kudos for Demetri.

#4 - The Red Oni, Blue Oni Dynamic

Binary Brothers are two sides of the same coin and complete each other with opposite character traits, visually expressed by the color red and the color blue. Being the color red typically associated with violence, rage, passion and irrationality, as opposed to blue, which is associated with calmness, melancholy and rationality, red is clearly the dominant color. Again, this opens many interesting scenarios for shippers.

#5 - Body Language

Besides the situations I described above, which may or may not be read from a romantic/attraction standpoint, there are also a collection of small gestures I noticed when rewatching the series with a more attentive look on their relationship.

- Demetri's heart-broken expression when Eli shamefully covers his lip during the anti-bullying announcement.

- The smile Demetri gives when Hawk responds "Hell yeah!" after Aisha proposes to crash Yasmin's party, implying he's learning to embrace this new wild side of his best friend

- The astonished look with which Demetri watches Hawk at the tournament and the way he's pissed no one knows his real name.

- How deeply hurt Demetri is when Hawk belittles him by saying: "Five against three. More like two and a half." He even tries to reply, but he's caught so off guard that words die in his throat.

- How Demetri takes a step towards Hawk during the mall fight, before Sam makes him back off, and how sadly he looks at Hawk's nearly unconscious body after Robby defeated him.

- How Demetri smiles and nods when he briefly connects with Eli at Moon's party, despite the mall incident.

- How Hawk watches Demetri juggle with the cleaning product from behind his bike helmet (how did he stuff the mohawk in there by the way)?

- Hawk's psychotic/sadistic faces when he smells Demetri's blood, and how he likes to hunt him down like he's his prey.

- Hawk's secret impulse to comfort Demetri after the arm breaking (I hope you get nightmares of Demetri's howl of pain for the rest of your life, Hawk).

- The way Hawk twitches his upper lip when he sees his friend Demetri in danger.

- How Hawk and Demetri are so absorbed in their new-found friendship, that they're caught off guard, and Demetri swings Hawk to allow him to deliver a kick using their handshake as a lever. And how they keep fighting together, shaking each other's hands even when they're out of focus and the attention is on Miguel vs. Kyler.

- How they're standing so close at Miyagi Do, in comparison with the other Red/Blue partners.

In conclusion, this kind of relationships are engaging and entertaining to watch, and they make us wish the best for the characters. They make us hope that, in the end, as Miguel puts it, love really conquers all (and what is friendship if not a form of love?), despite all the hurt they did to each other.

So this is it. I hope you enjoyed my Ted Talk. Feel free to share it with whomever you want, especially if you need some solid reasons why this ship has got some good potential.

And remember: the ship is in the eye of the beholder.

F.

[mytwilightimagines13]

Amnesia (Bonus chapter)

Alright, so before we begin, I'd like to tell you guys that this chapter is in no way influencing the story. However, I just really wanted to add the battle scene from the movie, because it is my favourite scene in the whole series and I just wanted to do this for once. So I hope you enjoy it.

"Let us vote, then," he said with apparent reluctance. Caius spoke with eager haste. "The child is an unknown quantity. There is no reason to allow such a risk to exist. It must be destroyed, along with all who protect it." He smiled in expectation. Maeryn smiled, knowing very well that if this was going to keep on going, the battle was only mere minutes away, and she couldn’t wait. Marcus lifted his uncaring eyes, seeming to look through the foes' eyes as he voted. "I see no immediate danger. The child is safe enough for now. We can always reevaluate later. Let us leave in peace." His voice was even fainter than his brothers' feathery sighs. None of the guard relaxed their ready positions at his disagreeing words. Caius's anticipatory grin did not falter. It was as if Marcus hadn't spoken at all. "I must make the deciding vote, it seems," Aro mused. Suddenly, Edward stiffened at Bella’s side. "Yes!" he hissed. Bella risked a glance at him. His face glowed with an expression of triumph that almost no one seemed to understand - it was the expression an angel of destruction might wear while the world burned. Beautiful and terrifying. There was a low reaction from the guard, an uneasy murmur. Including Maeryn’s, as she could smell two familiar and three unfamiliar scents. Four vampires, and one like the child on the chocolate brown wolf’s back. "Aro?" Edward called, nearly shouted, undisguised victory in his voice. Aro hesitated for a second, assessing this new mood warily before he answered. "Yes, Edward? You have something further... ?" "Perhaps," Edward said pleasantly, controlling his unexplained excitement. "First, if I could clarify one point?" "Certainly," Aro said, raising his eyebrows, nothing now but polite interest in his tone. "The danger you foresee from my daughter - this stems entirely from our inability to guess how she will develop? That is the crux of the matter?" "Yes, friend Edward," Aro agreed. "If we could but be positive... be sure that, as she grows, she will be able to stay concealed from the human world - not endanger the safety of our obscurity . . ." He trailed off, shrugging. "So, if we could only know for sure," Edward suggested, "exactly what she will become... then there would be no need for a council at all?" "If there was some way to be absolutely sure," Aro agreed, his feathery voice slightly more shrill. He couldn't see where Edward was leading him. Neither could Maeryn, nor Jane nor Alec. "Then, yes, there would be no question to debate." "And we would part in peace, good friends once again?" Edward asked with a hint of irony. Even more shrill. "Of course, my young friend. Nothing would please me more." Edward chuckled exultantly. "Then I do have something more to offer." Aro's eyes narrowed. "She is absolutely unique. Her future can only be guessed at." "Not absolutely unique," Edward disagreed. "Rare, certainly, but not one of a kind." Maeryn fought the shock, where there more creatures like Renesmee? The sickly-looking mist still swirled around the edges of Bella’s shield. And, as she struggled to focus, she felt again the sharp, stabbing pressure against her protective hold. But Maeryn wasn’t helping this time. She had grown curious to their soon joining guests, her curiosity winning it over her bloodlust. "Aro, would you ask Jane to stop attacking my wife?" Edward asked courteously. "We are still discussing evidence." Aro raised one hand. "Peace, dear ones. Let us hear him out." Jane bared her teeth at Bella; and she couldn't help but to grin back at her. "Why don't you join us, Alice?" Edward called loudly. "Alice," Esme whispered in shock. "Alice!" "Alice!" other voices murmured around the meadow. "Alice," Aro breathed. Alec's mist still tested, seeking a weakness - Jane would see if Bella would left any holes. And then Maeryn heard them running through the forest, flying, closing the distance as quickly as they could with no slowing effort at silence. Both sides were motionless in expectation. The Volturi witnesses scowled in fresh confusion. Then Alice

danced into the clearing from the southwest, Jasper was only inches behind her, his sharp eyes fierce. Close after them ran three strangers; the first was a tall, muscular female with wild dark hair - obviously Kachiri. She had the same elongated limbs and features as the other Amazons, even more pronounced in her case. The next was a small olive-toned female vampire with a long braid of black hair bobbing against her back. Her deep burgundy eyes flitted nervously around the confrontation before her. And the last was a young man... not quite as fast nor quite as fluid in his run. His skin was an impossible rich, dark brown. His wary eyes flashed across the gathering, and they were the color of warm teak. His hair was black and braided, too, like the woman's, though not as long. He was beautiful. As he neared the vampires in the meadow, a new sound sent shock waves through the watching crowd - the sound of another heartbeat, accelerated with exertion. Alice leaped lightly over the edges of the dissipating mist that lapped at Bella’s shield and came to a sinuous stop at Edward's side. Bella reached out to touch her arm, and so did Edward, Esme, Carlisle. There wasn't time for any other welcome. Jasper and the others followed her through the shield. All the guard watched, speculation in their eyes, as the latecomers crossed the invisible border without difficulty. The brawny ones, Felix and the others like him, focused their suddenly hopeful eyes on Bella. They had not been sure of what her shield repelled, but it was clear now that it would not stop a physical attack. As soon as Aro gave the order, the blitz would ensue her. Edward, despite his absorption in the coup he was directing, stiffened furiously in response to their thoughts. He controlled himself and spoke to Aro again. "Alice has been searching for her own witnesses these last weeks," he said to the ancient. "And she does not come back empty-handed. Alice, why don't you introduce the witnesses you've brought?" Caius snarled. "The time for witnesses is past! Cast your vote, Aro!" Aro raised one finger to silence his brother, his eyes glued to Alice's face. Alice stepped forward towards the Volturi, Jasper following close behind her. Demetri, followed by two other guards walked towards them to stop them. “I have evidence that the child won’t be a risk to our kind. Let me show you.” Alice said as she held out her hand towards Aro. Aro mentions for her to step foreward. Alice slaps away the guards arms and walks towards Aro, while Demetri slaps Japer in return of Alice being so overly confident. Maeryn was cautious of this vampire, wondering what she is up too. Aro takes Alice’s hand and sees what the others cannot see. After a short while, Alice frowns and pulls her hand back from Aro’s. “It doesn’t matter what I show you.” She said accusing him. “Even when you see. You still won’t change your decision.” She turned around towards the foes and looked Bella in the eye. “Now.” She mouthed. Bella looked pained but did what she was told. “Take care of my daughter.” she whispered in Jacob’s ear, whom in return whined shortly before taking off into the woods behind them. Maeryn bit her lip. This was it, the big moment. “Get them.” Carlisle said to some guards, but Alice turned her head back, facing Aro. She bend down and kicked him right under his chin, sending him flying behind his guard. Maeryn and Jane looked up shocked and worried at their Master, while Alec glared at Alice, no longer using his gift against Bella’s shield. Aro landed on his feet and stopped himself by putting his hand in the snow, sliding down just alittle further. As Alice tried to run away, two other guards grabbed her and pulled her back, while Jasper was struggling against his own guards. “Take her away.” Aro said as he stepped forward in front of his guards once more. “Let her go!” Carlisle screamed as he started to run towards the guard. Two different guard members ran up to him, put Carlisle pushed them away. He took one jump into the air and Aro followed. Aro landed on his feet while

Carlisle fell down. Aro stood up with a sadistic smile as he held Carlisle’s head in his hand. A heart-breaking scream could be heard from Esme as she watched her mate’s body set flames due Caius’ flame. All of the foes faces looked shocked, but the shock was soon over and turned into Bloodlust as they started to run towards the Volturi. Revenge. That was the only thing on their mind. They finally wanted to be free of the reign from the Volturi. Maeryn wanted nothing more than to jump right in, and that is exactly what she did when Aro gave the sign. He opened his arms straight forward and that was it. The guards and even some witnesses ran past him towards the foes. Edward jumped up into the air and hit a guard, while the other bashed into one another, fighting their own battles. Ripping off as many limbs as they could. Little Jane and Maeryn walked through the battles, picking out foes who were trouble for their own guard. Tia ran up to Maeryn, but Maeryn was fast. She opened her hand towards Tia and as quickly as she could closed it, causing cracks to form on Tia’s skin. Once Maeryn opened her hand again, Tia fell down into a pile of dust. Benjamin noticed this and screamed in pain. He tried to run to Maeryn to attack but was pushed aside by a guard. Maeryn made sure to get away quickly and keep her guard up the whole time. Demetri was fighting his battle with Jasper when Jane used her gift on him. Bella saw this and interfered, using her gift to protect him. Jane looked at Bella and Maeryn was ready to break her shield when Alec ran up to Bella, fury in his eyes. Now that Jasper was without Bella’s protective shield, Jane could use her gift once more. Jasper, no longer able to fight Demetri, fell down to his knees by one single push from Demetri. Felix held back his arms while Demetri ripped his head off. Another heart-breaking scream could be heard from across the field, only this time it was Alice’s. Bella kicked Alec off of her and Maeryn growled, she got ready to attack Bella and protect her mate when Esme ripped her backwards by her cloak. Maeryn fought Esme while trying to use her gift, but Esme kept distracting her, making sure Maeryn’s hands where kept open. Meanwhile, Emmett had seen that Bella was struggling with Alec in their fight and ran up to him. Emmett grabbed Alec by the neck and pushed him down into the snow. Alec tried to fight back but Emmett had pushed his foot onto Alec’s neck while pulling his body away from his head, throwing it infront of Jane and Maeryn. Maeryn had kicked Esme away and had seen everything. Jane’s eyes filled with pain while another heart-breaking scream could be heard from all over the field. But this time, it was Maeryn’s. Her world was gone. The ground beneath her feet was no more. She looked at the decapitated head of her mate as she gently took it into her hands, stroking his cheek lovingly.  Peter came up to her but Maeryn was filled with rage. She grabbed Peter’s brown locks and ripped his head from his body with her teeth. Red. That was all Maeryn could see. A burning red right in front of her eyes. She would vengeance the loss of her mate. She looked carefully and found Rosalie. Maeryn ran up to her and tackled her down while Felix and Jane held Emmett down. Slowly, Maeryn used her gift on Rosalie, making her beautiful, porcelain skin crack slowly, and painfully while her mate was struggling against the tight grip of Felix. Emmett was forced to watch while his mate slowly turned to dust. He screamed in agony before his head was ripped off by Felix. But Maeryn’s vengeance was far from over. Every last one of the foes had to die. And she would make sure of it. Or at least she would battle until the very end. Alice had ripped herself loose from the guards and made a run for Jane. In the meantime, Jane attacked a wolf with her gift, making it whine in pain. Felix ran up to the wolf and wrapped his arms around it, shattering his rips. The wolf fell down and took his final breath. A beautiful white wolf saw this and howled for her little brother. Benjamin, who still was

broken by the loss of his mate, saw that his side was losing, so he cracked the ground open and many vampires fell into the pit that was forming. Esme fell down into the pit with a Volturi guard clinging onto her while she digged her nails into the rocks. The white wolf saw she was struggling and jumped, pulling the vampire away from Esme but falling down into the pit herself. Esme looked down with sorrowful eyes as the wolf fell down. “Leah!” she screamed but it was too late, but Esme had no moment left to mourn. In the meantime, Edward seemed to have fallen down into the pit too, until he jumped out of it and over Demetri, Edward pulled Demetri’s head over his shoulder until it ripped off. Jane watched in disbelief as yet another member of her coven was beheaded, but the distraction didn’t last long. Alice had regained her concentration and made her way once more towards little Jane. Jane tried to stop Alice by using her gift but it was to no avail as Bella’s shield protected her. Alice took out Jane’s bodyguards and made a run for it. Maeryn tried to take Bella’s shield down but was once again held back by Esme, who too felt a burning rage for the loss of her mate. Alice grabbed Jane by her cloak and dragged her towards a huge black wolf. Alice threw little Jane infront of the wolf’s awaiting fangs and the wolf left no moment to spare. He sank his fangs into the little vampire’s neck and ripped the head off like it was a toy before throwing it away. Maeryn looked at disbelief as Jane’s head fell in front of her feet, and was distracted for just a second. But that second was enough time for Esme to rip little Maeryn’s head off and tossed it next to Alec’s. She was still alive and could see a flame from the torch coming her way. The last thing she could see and feel was the heat of the flames licking at her porcelain skin, turning her into ashes. The three ancients and their wives were shocked to see their most prized possessions now laying ripped to pieces on the ground. Aro was furious and ripped his cloak open, a sign that it was time for the ancients to interfere with the battle. Caius smirked and ran up to Tanya, ready to attack, but Tanya pushed him off and Garrett kicked him towards Kate. Kate caught him and used her gift of electricity to keep him grounded. Tanya slowly walked up to Caius and put on hand in his mouth and she grabbed his hair with her other. Slowly she ripped his head in half leaving him dead. Athenodora screamed in pain and fell down to her knees, mourning the loss of her mate. Stephan and Vladimir ran up to Marcus. Marcus smiled and opened his arms welcoming. “Finally.” Was all he said before the two Romanian vampires ripped off his arms and head. Now Aro stepped onto the battlefield, he wanted revenge, for the loss of his brothers and the loss of his beloved coven members. He made a run for Bella and pushed her away and into Edward. He ran for the two vampires once more, but Edward pulled his wife up and Bella kicked Aro in the face, making him stumble down slightly. Edward came up behind Aro and tried to pull his head off, but Aro managed to get away from his grip and now tried to do the same thing to Edward. Bella climbed into of Aro’s back, trying to pull his head off and making him releasing Edward. Aro loses his grip and Edward kicks Aro’s knees, making him bend down. And finally, Edward jumps up and kicks Aro’s body down, allowing Bella to rip his head off in the process. Bella grabbed the torch and set fire to the final ancient vampire while his mate, Sulpicia, falls down onto the ground, letting the foes rip herself and Athenodora to pieces, as neither of them had the strength to fight against it.

Aro released Alice’s hand and looked at her in shock, followed by looking at everyone he saw die and kill in the vision. “Now you know.” Alice started, venom in her voice. “That’s your future. Unless you decide on another course.” And Edward knew, Aro was convinced and would listen to what these new witnesses had to say.