#my heart beats with the sound of her. » alyssandra rose.

[lunamieres]

house  deluca  ladies     +     colours

@metiore

[viciousheart]

the  ROSE  -  DELUCA  women  putting  everyone  else’s  family  portraits  to  shame

[lunamieres]

house  deluca  ladies     +     gemstones

@metiore

[lunamieres]

house  deluca  ladies     +     flowers

@metiore

[lunamieres]

❛   if  you  go  against  one  of  us,  you  go  against  all  of  us.   ❜     rowan  warns,  a  ball  of  red  aura  forming  in  her  palms.  red  rowan,  viviana  thinks,  impressed.     ❛   you  see,  we’re  not  your  average  family.  we’re  made  from  the  fire  of  the  delucas  and  the  hearts  of  the  roses.  we  love  fiercely,  and  we  hate  passionately,  and  we  protect  each  other  with  the  ferociousness  of  pride  of  lions.   ❜ 

stella  and  giuliano  have�� stepped  up  beside  their  elder  sister.  a  warm,  celestial  light  is  generated  from  all  over  stella’s  body,  while  electricity  sparks  off  of  giuliano’s  skin.  and,  beside  her,  zachariah  waits  back  with  his  fangs  bared  in  case  he  has  to  jump  in  and  defend  his  siblings  at  any  moment. 

rowan  glances  at  her  siblings  and  smiles  proudly.     ❛   if  you  think  you  can  take  us  all,  and  then  face  our  two  thousand  year  old  queen  moms’,  then  bring  it  on  because  i  will  happily  kick  your  ass  to  protect  my  family.   ❜     she  hisses,  clapping  the  red  aura  energy  she  holds  in  her  hands  into  a  lightning  bolt  shape  that  she  wraps  her  fingers  around  and  prepares  to  throw. 

viviana  places  a  hand  on  her  daughter’s  shoulder.     ❛   your  mother  and  i  will  take  it  from  here,  darlings.   ---   oh,  don’t  pout.  we’ll  let  you  kill  the  next  one.   ❜     . . .  or  not!  with  rowan,  it  is  inevitable  that  she’ll  be  surrounded  by  death  and  violence  as  she  works  her  way  up  the  latter  as  viviana’s  heir,  but  they  at  least  try  to  keep  stella  and  giuliano’s  body  count  to  a  minimum.

❛   now,   ❜     alyssandra  drawls,  coming  to  stand  beside  her  wife.     ❛   as  my  daughter  was  saying,  you  go  against  one  of  us,  you  go  against  all  of  us.  do  you  feel  good  about  those  odds?   ❜

@metiore

[lunamieres]

half  gods  are  worshipped  in  wine  and  flowers.   real  gods  require  blood.

@metiore

[lunamieres]

house  deluca  ladies     +     the  four  suits

@metiore

[lunamieres]

@metiore

[lunamieres]

the  rose  -  delucas  proving  that,  even  a  thousand  years  later,  they  still  dominate  at  family  portraits

@metiore

[lunamieres]

❛   don’t  stop  on  my  account.   ❜

@metiore​

[lunamieres]

how  do  you  carry  stardust  in  the  palm  of  your  hand?

@metiore​

[lunamieres]

her  royal  highness,  queen  alyssandra  rose

@metiore​

[viciousheart]

the  rose  -  deluca  women:

viviana,   alyssandra,   rowan  alessia,   &   stella  viktoria  

@univurs

[viciousheart]

it’s  natural  how  your  hand  fits  in  mine;  like  the  earth  falls  into  the  sky,  with  all  those  stars  just  waiting  out  there,  for  us.  

viviana  deluca     &     alyssandra  rose  

@univurs​

[viciousheart]

two  souls  are  sometimes  created  and  in  love  before  they’re  even  born. 

viviana  deluca     &     alyssandra  rose

@univurs

[viciousheart]

a note has found itself in viviana deluca's hands. it reads as follows: your token love interest, your alyssandra rose is quite the fighter. we almost couldn't get our hands on her. she's so weak & fragile now that we've broken her. we wonder what you'll do to get her back. how much do you truly care for her? (not a meme. but i felt like seeing viv's reaction to aly being kidnapped/almost dying bc angst)

viviana pinches the bridge of her nose, an aggravated sigh passing her lips. she should’ve known better. happy doesn’t exist for viviana deluca. peace is a facade. and she should never had dragged alyssandra into this life — a life she was clearly destined to live alone. the elf would never be safe now, she will never be able to live the life she deserves, even if viviana were to set her free after she rescues her. 

she forgoes the glass and, instead, brings the bottle straight to her lips. in a few deep swallows it’s empty, and then it’s crashing into a million pieces after she tosses it at the wall. the commotion rushes in two of her people. there’s a fire burning in her eyes, so dark they’re almost black. she holds out the note, a snarl on her lips.  ‘ bring me whoever wrote this, and bring them to me before sun rise, or i’m going to take your heads. ’ 

they don’t disappoint her. to live an eternity in a hell of viviana’s making is a fate far worse than death, as countless of their comrades are still learning. by noon, viviana has the man strung up by his wrists in her ballroom. hours of torture and he remains strong. if she weren’t about to kill him, she’d perhaps consider bringing him to her side. it’s so hard to find good minions who know how to endure hours, and hours of torture. 

‘ i have a present for you, ’  viviana whispers, cold breath against his ear. he’s sniveling and shaking, but has yet to open his mouth and tell her what she wants to know. the plastic she had put down over the floor to catch the blood crunches under her stilettos as she motions for her minions to open the french double doors. 

as they do, the most foul creature bounds in, barely held by iron chains. its fur is black, made of shadows, drool drips from its sharp fangs, and its eyes glow an eery red that even manages to send shivers up viviana’s spine.  ‘ meet mercy. my underlings have taken to calling it that because as it devours a person, as it sucks their soul from their body like marrow from bones, people always cry mercy! mercy! but… ’  viviana’s words are hissed, spit out like venom as she snaps fingers off his hand.  ‘… we’re not capable of mercy. ’ 

he’s loyal until his death, which is slow, and awful. by the time the hellhound’s finished its meal, both it and viviana are covered head to toe in blood. but she doesn’t need him to tell her where to go anymore because even before its done feasting on vampire, the hound is already chomping at the bit to track down its next meal. and, eventually, it’ll lead them straight to wherever alyssandra’s being kept. hopefully in time. 

it’s barely sun down when mercy leads them to an abandoned factory, which viviana can’t help but roll her eyes at because --- how cliche can they get? a note? an abandoned factory? it’s like it’s their first time kidnapping someone and all they had to learn from were bad horror films. she might as well be dealing with humans. 

it’s not hard to see she’s outnumbered, and that’s before they even go inside. but, it’s not her first time at the rodeo, and most vampire don’t have experience with a hellhound. she lets it off its leash first, and revels in the screams of horror and pitiful attempts at escape. she watches, along with a half a dozen of her best and brightest, as the hound rips through the guards like they’re paper. seeing all the blood splash over the ground creates an ache in her throat, and she can tell her minions are getting antsy as well. 

she makes sure all the guards are dead before she has the hound break down the door. she sets her small army loose with a wave of her hand, and she follows, stepping over pieces of bodies scattered all over the ground. 

she doesn’t get to kill more than one or two herself --- her main priority is finding alyssandra and making sure she’s safe. and her minions are more than happy to take care of the vampires who stand between her and what’s hers.

it’s not hard to locate the elf. as soon as she stepped foot in the factory, the smell of her blood overwhelmed viviana’s senses. and, there she is, tucked away in a back room, chained and shackled and bleeding from. . . everywhere. viviana rushes to her side, and the sound of alyssandra’s heart beating stubbornly against her chest is the best sound the vampire’s heard in a very, very long time. 

she kneels next to her, snapping chains like they’re made out of plastic. her hands reach up to cup aly’s cheeks, thumb brushing away the blood that covers her face.  ‘ aly --- wake up. open your eyes. you’re safe, alyssandra. you’re safe. i’ve got you. ’  i’m sorry. she doesn’t --- she can’t --- say it. but the way she speaks, it’s like she begging for forgiveness for letting this happen. she should’ve known better.  ‘ please. it’s alright, i promise. ’