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For All Eternity - part 2

Here is the second part of For All Eternity. If you haven't read part one, you can find the link here. Masterlist

Part 1

Warning : angst

Alcina woke up with a massive hangover, a sensation she never thought she could experience. The pounding in her head was relentless, and she groaned as she tried to piece together the events of the previous night. She turned to the side of the bed where you usually slept, but it was cold and empty. Panic set in. Did you not come back home? Did you stay over at Donna's?

Slowly, Alcina got out of bed and looked down at herself. She was naked, and as fragments of memories started to resurface, her heart sank. No, she couldn't have. Did you know?

She glanced again at your side of the bed, picturing your small body cuddled up against her larger frame. The absence was palpable, a void that filled her with dread. Shaking her head, she knew she had to get ready for the day. She sat at her vanity mirror, staring at her reflection. Her eyes widened as she noticed the love bites scattered across her skin. How had she done that to you?

"What have I done?" she whispered to herself, her voice trembling with disgust and regret. She had hurt you. Did you know?

With a heavy heart, Alcina made her way down for breakfast. The moment she entered the dining room, the lively chatter of her daughters ceased, replaced by an uncomfortable silence.

"Good morning, daughters," she greeted them, trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy. Her eyes scanned the room, searching for you, but your chair was empty.

Daniela was the first to break the silence. "Mother, how could you do that to Mama?" she demanded, her voice laced with accusation. Alcina's heart sank further, her confusion evident.

"Mother, why did you do that? Mama loves you so much, you broke her heart," Cassandra added, her voice quiet and filled with sorrow. Bela watched her younger sisters, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. The room was heavy with emotion, and Alcina felt the weight of her actions crushing her.

She opened her mouth to speak, to explain, but the words wouldn't come. The realization of what she had done, how deeply she had hurt you, was overwhelming. She had to find you, to make things right, but the fear of facing you, of seeing the pain in your eyes, was almost too much to bear.

Bela pulled out the letter and the ring. As soon as Alcina saw it, she knew you had heard it, you were here last night. "Here. This is from Mama. You better make it up to her," Bela said as she handed her the letter. Everyone grew quiet.

"Thank you, daughters. You are excused; you may have fun with the maids from last night... the one I was with," she said sadly. The daughters swarmed out of the room. They went off to find the maid who had hurt their mama.

Alcina went upstairs into her room. She sat at her vanity, her hands shaking. She was afraid. She opened your letter and began to read.

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My little bugs,

I love you all so dearly. I am sorry for the way things turned out. I would've loved to marry your mother, but it seems that she doesn't want me. I know that you will give this to your mother, but it's alright. Bela, remember not to push yourself too much.

Cassandra, please know that I'll be here for you—all of you—but when I'm not, go to your sisters or mother for help when you need it. Daniela, my dear, don't get into too much trouble. Don't give your mother a hard time, my dear. I'll be watching all of you for a long time, but know that I am still with you in my heart and that I love you for eternity. Nothing will keep me from loving you.

Forever, your Mama

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Alcina,

I know you are reading this. I gave you back my ring. I hope you find someone who will love you like I did. I wish you nothing but the best, my love. I wish that I could've called you my wife. Maybe there is still a little hope left for us—just maybe... or not.

Y/N

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Alcina screamed as she held your letter. "Why does everything always end like this?" she cried out, her voice echoing through the empty room. Could she get you back? Maybe you were already gone. No, she could not think like this. She would fix this.

"I'm sorry, draga mea. I will fix this, I promise," she said aloud, her fist tightly around your ring. Tears streamed down her face as she stared at the letter, her heart aching with a mixture of hope and despair. She knew she had to fight for you, to make things right. With a deep breath, she resolved to do whatever it took to mend the broken pieces of her heart and win you back.

It has been a week since the incident, and the lingering sense of solitude still clings to you. As you gaze down at your empty finger, once adorned with a ring, you let out a heavy sigh and allow your thoughts to drift. How could she have betrayed you like this? Why did this have to happen to you?

"Y/N, are you up? I have breakfast for you," Miranda said as she opened the door and walked in. She put the tray of food down on your nightstand, her eyes filled with concern.

"Mother, I've been thinking..." you start, your voice trembling slightly. You want the parasite. Taking the coda would mean you would live forever and you could be by Miranda's side, never having to part from her.

"I want to take the... Caduo. I want to be by your side," you finally said, your eyes pleading with her to understand.

"No," she said sternly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"But why-"

"Because it can be dangerous, I do not know the outcome of this. I will not rush losing you," she said to you with a soft but yet stern voice, her eyes softening as she looked at you.

"But I can survive, I know I can, Mother, please," you pleaded, desperation creeping into your voice.

"No, that's the end of this," she said, her voice firm. You crossed your arms and pouted at her, hoping to sway her decision.

"That'll not work on me, little one. Now get ready and eat. We have a meeting to go to," she said as she left the room, her words echoing in your mind. You started getting ready for the day, feeling a mix of frustration and determination.

After the shower, you put on the dress that was laid out on your bed before you got up. You ate breakfast quickly, the food tasting bland compared to the turmoil in your heart. Then, you took the dirty dishes and the tray downstairs to wash them, trying to keep your mind off the conversation.

"Mother, I'm ready when you are," you shouted, your voice carrying through the house.

"Good, let's get going then," Miranda replied, her voice echoing back. You followed her, still feeling a bit frustrated but knowing that she had your best interests at heart. As you walked beside her, you couldn't help but think about the future and what it might hold for both of you.

As you and Miranda approached the imposing structure of the church, its ancient stone façade loomed above you, casting long shadows in the fading light of the evening. The air was thick with anticipation, a palpable tension that seemed to vibrate through the very ground beneath your feet. You could hear the distant echo of footsteps and hushed whispers as other attendees began to gather for the meeting. The atmosphere was charged with an unspoken urgency, as if everyone presents understood that this gathering held significant weight.

Miranda, ever vigilant and protective, turned to you with a serious expression etched across her features. “Now little one,” she said softly yet firmly, “I want you to sit next to me, alright? And stay close to me.” Her voice was laced with an intensity that made it clear she would not tolerate any deviation from her directive. You nodded in agreement, feeling a mixture of comfort and anxiety wash over you. The warmth of her presence provided a sense of security amidst the uncertainty that lay ahead.

As more people began to arrive, you could feel your heart rate quicken. Each new face brought with it a wave of curiosity and apprehension. Among them were figures cloaked in mystery and authority—the four lords who were expected to preside over this meeting. Yet, despite their absence at that moment, your attention was drawn elsewhere.

Suddenly, the heavy wooden doors creaked open, and Alcina stepped into view. She had always possessed an aura of elegance and power that commanded attention; today was no different. With her striking features framed by cascading dark hair and an outfit that accentuated her commanding presence, she entered like a queen surveying her court. It was impossible not to notice her—she had an uncanny ability to draw eyes toward her.

As Alcina scanned the room, her gaze landed on you. In that instant, time seemed to slow down; your heart raced uncontrollably as emotions surged within you—a tumultuous blend of longing and fear. Memories flooded your mind: moments shared in laughter and joy juxtaposed against those filled with pain and heartbreak. You felt an overwhelming urge to run up to her, to bridge the distance between you two with a warm embrace that would erase all doubts and fears.

But Miranda’s watchful eyes remained fixed on Alcina as well; there was no mistaking the protective stance she took beside you. She would not allow Alcina’s past transgressions against your heart to repeat themselves—not while she had any say in the matter. Miranda’s grip tightened slightly on your arm as if sensing your internal struggle.

As more figures began filtering into the church—each one adding layers of complexity to this already intricate web—you could feel a collective energy building within the space. Conversations hummed quietly around you like bees buzzing in a garden full of vibrant flowers; each word exchanged carried weight and significance.

You shifted slightly in your seat next to Miranda, trying desperately to maintain focus on what lay ahead rather than getting lost in thoughts about Alcina’s piercing gaze or what it might mean for both of you moving forward.

With every passing moment leading up to this meeting—the anticipation thickening like fog rolling over hills—you knew deep down that whatever transpired here tonight would alter everything forever.

The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension as the meeting finally reached its conclusion. Hours had passed, filled with discussions that ranged from strategic planning to emotional revelations. The air was heavy with anticipation, and everyone present could sense that a pivotal moment was about to unfold.

Mother Miranda stood at the forefront, her presence commanding respect and attention. Her voice broke through the murmurs as she addressed everyone gathered. “We will no longer be needing a vessel,” she declared, her tone resolute yet softened by an unexpected warmth. “I have come to realize that I can be happy with you all… and you, Y/N, you are like a daughter to me. No, you are my daughter; know that.” A small smile graced her lips, a rare display of affection that seemed to lighten the mood in the room.

With those words hanging in the air, a wave of relief washed over many of those present. The meeting had been fraught with uncertainty regarding their future roles and relationships within this complex web they had woven together. But now, it seemed there was a new beginning on the horizon—a chance for connection beyond mere obligation.

However, as people began to rise from their seats and exit the room, one figure remained still—Alcina Dimitrescu. Her towering presence loomed over the others as she approached you with purpose. Yet before she could reach you, Mother Miranda stepped forward protectively.

“Mother Miranda,” Alcina said firmly but respectfully, “may I have a word with Y/N?”

Miranda’s expression hardened slightly at Alcina’s request. “No Alcina,” she replied sternly. “After what you did to her, I simply cannot allow that.”

You felt a pang of conflict at Miranda’s words; Alcina had indeed caused you pain in the past, yet there was something about her demeanor now that intrigued you—a hint of vulnerability perhaps? You took a step forward and spoke up softly but assertively “Mother, please. Let her say what she has to.”

Miranda regarded you for a moment before relenting with an impatient sigh. “Fine,” she conceded reluctantly. “Go ahead Alcina.”

But Alcina wasn’t finished yet; her gaze shifted back to Miranda as she added earnestly, “Alone. In private. Could you please leave Mother Miranda?”

The request hung heavily in the air as both women stared each other down—two powerful figures caught in an unspoken battle of wills. You could feel your heart racing as your newfound mother glanced back at you over her shoulder for confirmation of your desire.

With a nod from you affirming your choice to speak privately with Alcina, Mother Miranda’s expression softened just slightly before she stepped aside reluctantly but resolutely.

Once alone with Alcina, an electric tension filled the space between you two—an amalgamation of past grievances and unspoken feelings swirling around like ghosts haunting an empty hall.

Alcina took a deep breath before speaking again; her voice was lower now, almost vulnerable compared to how it had been moments ago when addressing Miranda. “Y/N,” she began slowly, “I know things have been… complicated between us.” She paused for effect as if searching for the right words amidst a sea of emotions.

“I never wanted to hurt you,” Alcina continued earnestly. “What happened… What I did was wrong. I hurt you. The women I love. I don’t know what came over me.im truly sorry my love” Her eyes searched yours for understanding or perhaps forgiveness—a flicker of hope igniting within them.

You felt torn; memories flooded back—the fear and pain intertwined with moments where Alcina showed glimpses of care beneath her fierce exterior. “Why did it happen then?” You asked cautiously but firmly.

Alcina sighed deeply, the weight of years and regrets pressing heavily on her shoulders. Her eyes, usually so fierce and commanding, now seemed clouded with uncertainty and sorrow. She struggled to find the right words, fearing that anything she said might only make things worse.

"I was lost," she admitted finally, her voice barely above a whisper. Vulnerability etched itself across her features, like delicate cracks in porcelain, threatening to shatter completely under the pressure of her emotions. "I thought power would fill this void inside me," Alcina continued, her gaze shifting away momentarily as if she were ashamed or reflecting on the choices that had brought them both to this painful moment. "I'm sorry, my love."

You stared at her, your heart aching with a mixture of anger and sorrow. "Sometimes a sorry doesn't work, Lady Dimitrescu," you replied, your voice calm but laced with a deep hurt. "You have hurt me in more than one way. I thought you loved me, Alcina. Did I do something wrong for you to fuck that maid? Did I not love you enough?"

Alcina's eyes filled with tears, her usually unshakeable demeanor crumbling before your eyes. "No, you did nothing wrong," she whispered, her voice trembling. "It was my own weakness, my own insecurities that led me astray. I thought that by exerting power, I could fill the emptiness inside me. But I was wrong, and I hurt the one person who means the most to me."

You shook your head, feeling the sting of betrayal all over again. "I think you should leave, Alcina," you said, turning on your heels and starting to walk away from her, each step feeling like a small victory over the pain she had caused.

"Please, Y/N," Alcina's voice broke through your resolve, stopping you in your tracks. "Come home. I'll do anything for your forgiveness. For your trust. For your love. I'll do anything, please come back home and give me this chance to make things right."

Her desperate plea made you pause, your heart torn between the love you once felt and the pain of her betrayal. You turned to face her, seeing the sincerity and desperation in her eyes. "I'll do anything," she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions.

You stared at her for a long moment, the silence between you heavy with unspoken words and lingering hurt. Finally, you let out a sigh, feeling the exhaustion of your inner turmoil. "Fine," you agreed reluctantly, deciding to go back to the castle with her. "Don't make me regret this," you warned, your voice tinged with a mix of caution and vulnerability.

As you walked away to find Miranda, your mind raced with conflicting emotions, unsure of what the future held for you and Alcina. The path ahead was uncertain, but for now, you had chosen to give her one last chance.

"Mother, there's something important I need to tell you," you say as you nervously stand in front of her.

"What is it, Y/N?" she asks, giving you a curious look and glancing toward Alcina.

You take a deep breath, knowing that she might not react well to what you're about to say. "I've made a decision. I'm going back to the castle," you finally admit, watching as confusion crosses her face.

"No," she responds firmly.

"I'm sure about this, please," you plead with her, hoping she'll understand.

"Are you sure about this, little one?" she asked, her voice filled with a mixture of concern and hesitation. Her eyes darted from you to Alcina, lingering on the imposing figure behind you. The tension in the air was palpable, a heavy cloak of uncertainty and unresolved emotions.

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of your decision pressing down on you. "Yes, Mother," you replied, your voice steady but tinged with underlying doubt. "I know it's not going to be easy, and I know there are risks. But I need to give her one more chance. I need to see if there's still something worth saving."

Your mother's gaze softened, her expression shifting from worry to a reluctant understanding. "I see," she said quietly, her eyes reflecting a depth of emotion that words couldn't fully capture. "Just promise me you'll be careful. I don't want to see you get hurt again."

"I promise," you said, trying to reassure her as much as yourself. You turned to Alcina, who was watching the exchange with a mixture of hope and apprehension. "Let's go," you said to her, your voice firm but gentle.

As you walked away with Alcina, you felt a complex swirl of emotions—hope, fear, and cautious optimism. The path ahead was uncertain, but you were determined to face it, one step at a time.

You walked alongside Alcina as she led the way back to her carriage. She kindly offered to help you into the carriage, but you declined her assistance. She let out a heavy sigh as she closed the door after you, and the carriage began its journey to Castle Dimitrescu.

As the carriage rolled along, Alcina couldn't help but yearn to hold you close. She knew it was her fault that she had lost you. Not being able to embrace you, caress you, or even kiss you was her self-imposed punishment.

Sensing her intense gaze on you, you met her eyes with a curious expression. Upon closer observation, you noticed the weariness in her eyes and the fatigue evident in her appearance. Her restless hand fidgeted with her dress, seemingly struggling to contain the desire to touch you.

Upon arriving at the castle, you marveled at its magnificence. Though the castle had always been breathtaking, Alcina's presence surpassed its beauty, resembling a true goddess. A smile touched your lips at the mere thought.

As you stepped into the castle, the delightful sound of buzzing filled the air. Within moments, you found yourself enveloped in the warm embrace of the awaiting residents, eager to welcome you back.

"Mama, you're back!" the three of them exclaimed in unison, their voices filled with joy and relief.

"I'm back, my little bugs," you said, smiling warmly at them. "Now please, let go of me. I can't breathe!" You chuckled as their tight embrace loosened, allowing you to take a deep breath.

The girls reluctantly stepped back, their eyes still shining with happiness. "We missed you so much, Mama," one of them said, her voice tinged with emotion.

"I missed you too, my darlings," you replied, brushing a gentle hand over each of their heads. "But I'm here now, and we have plenty of time to catch up."

Just then, Alcina stepped forward, her tall figure casting a shadow over the room. "Y/N, I... can we talk?" she asked, her voice conveying urgency.

You nodded, understanding the gravity of the moment. "Off you go, girls," you told them gently. "We'll spend time together later. Right now, I need to have a conversation with your mother."

The girls pouted but obeyed, each planting a quick kiss on your cheeks before scampering off. "We'll be waiting, Mama!" they called out as they disappeared down the hallway.

You turned to Alcina, your expression serious but open. "What is it, Alcina?" you asked, your voice steady. "What do we need to talk about?"

Alcina took a deep breath, her eyes meeting yours with a mixture of determination and vulnerability. "It's about us, Y/N. About everything that's happened and what comes next."

You nodded, feeling the weight of the conversation ahead. "Alright," you said softly. "Let's talk."

Sorry y’all. I’m leaving you on a cliffhanger.

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reaper2187 · 3 months ago

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Lady dimitrescu x female reader

The air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying roses. The old manor, once a testament to opulent elegance, now stood shrouded in an unsettling silence, its windows like vacant eyes staring into the encroaching darkness. You, a seasoned adventurer with a thirst for the unknown, had ventured into this forgotten corner of Transylvania in pursuit of a legend – the story of Lady Dimitrescu, a vampire of unparalleled beauty and chilling power.

The locals spoke of her with hushed whispers, their faces etched with a mixture of fear and morbid fascination. They told tales of her towering stature, her crimson gown, and her haunting, melodic voice. They warned of her insatiable hunger and the chilling cold that clung to her presence. You, however, weren't deterred. You were drawn to the mystery, the allure of the unknown.

As you stepped across the threshold, a shiver ran down your spine. The air inside was thick with an oppressive stillness, punctuated only by the rhythmic drip of water from a broken pipe. The dust motes danced in the faint beams of moonlight that filtered through the grimy windows, casting long, eerie shadows that seemed to writhe and twist.

The silence was broken by the soft click of your boots on the polished marble floor as you navigated the labyrinthine corridors. The once-ornate paintings now hung askew, their subjects staring down at you with vacant eyes, their faces frozen in expressions of eternal sorrow. You felt a prickle of unease, a sense of being watched.

Suddenly, a door creaked open at the end of the hall, revealing a grand staircase bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. A figure stood at the top, silhouetted against the light, her form impossibly tall and graceful. As she descended, you caught a glimpse of her face – pale and flawless, with eyes that seemed to hold both the promise of heaven and the threat of hell.

"Welcome," she said, her voice a melodious whisper that sent shivers down your spine. "I've been expecting you."

Her name was Lady Dimitrescu, and she was everything the legends had promised and more. Her beauty was undeniable, a captivating blend of elegance and power. Her eyes, a deep, hypnotic blue, held an ancient wisdom that seemed to pierce through your very soul.

She extended a hand, her long, slender fingers adorned with glittering rings. "I am honoured to have you in my home," she said, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. "Please, come in. Let us have a chat."

You hesitated, your intuition screaming at you to flee. But the allure of her presence, the undeniable power that emanated from her, held you captive. You took her hand, feeling the cool, smooth skin beneath your fingertips.

"Thank you, Lady Dimitrescu," you said, your voice barely a whisper. "It is an honor to meet you."

She led you through the manor, her movements graceful and fluid despite her imposing height. The rooms were a testament to her past wealth and extravagance – opulent furniture, shimmering chandeliers, and walls adorned with intricate tapestries. Yet, the air was heavy with a sense of decay, of a life that had been lived and lost.

As you explored the manor, you learned more about Lady Dimitrescu's history. She had been a noblewoman, a woman of great beauty and intellect, until a tragic accident had robbed her of her humanity. She had been transformed into a vampire, cursed with an insatiable thirst for blood and a life that stretched on for centuries.

She spoke of her loneliness, of the centuries she had spent trapped in this decaying manor, surrounded by the remnants of a life she could never reclaim. She spoke of her daughters, three beautiful and deadly creatures who shared her curse and her loneliness.

You listened, captivated by her story, drawn to her vulnerability despite the terror that pulsed through your veins. You saw a woman trapped in a cage of her own making, a prisoner of her own immortality.

As the night wore on, you found yourself drawn to her, to her beauty, her intelligence, and the undeniable power that she exuded. You felt a strange mix of fear and fascination, a desire to understand her, to unravel the secrets that lay hidden beneath her alluring facade.

You spent the next few days exploring the manor, learning more about Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters. You discovered hidden passages, secret chambers, and a world of darkness that stretched far beyond the confines of the manor itself. You witnessed the horrors that Lady Dimitrescu had inflicted on those who had dared to cross her, the bloodstains that marked the walls, the whispers of terror that echoed through the corridors.

But you also saw glimpses of the woman beneath the monster, the woman who yearned for connection, for love, for a life that had been stolen from her. You saw the sadness in her eyes, the longing that etched itself onto her face.

One night, as you sat with Lady Dimitrescu in the grand library, you confessed your feelings. You told her that you were drawn to her, that you saw the woman beneath the monster, the woman who deserved to be loved.

She looked at you, her honey eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and something that might have been hope. "You see me," she said, her voice a soft sigh. "You see the woman I once was, the woman I can never be again."

"I do," you said, reaching out to touch her hand. "And I love you, Lady Dimitrescu."

She pulled her hand away, her expression hardening. "You cannot love a monster," she said, her voice laced with pain. "You cannot love something that is dead."

"I do," you insisted, your voice firm. "I love you for who you are, for the woman you were, and for the woman you could still be."

She stared at you for a long moment, her eyes searching yours. Then, she sighed, a deep, mournful sound that seemed to echo through the empty halls of the manor. "I have not felt this… this warmth in centuries," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

You reached for her again, this time she didn't pull away. You took her hand, feeling the cool, smooth skin beneath your fingertips. It was a moment of connection, a spark of hope in the darkness.

But the darkness was never far away. The manor was a living entity, a creature of shadows and secrets. The whispers of the dead echoed through the corridors, the scent of blood hung heavy in the air.

One night, a group of villagers, armed with torches and pitchforks, stormed the manor. They had come to hunt Lady Dimitrescu, to rid the world of the monster that haunted their nightmares.

You fought alongside Lady Dimitrescu, your love for her fueling your courage, your determination to protect her. But the villagers were relentless, their hatred burning like a wildfire.

In the end, the villagers were victorious. They drove Lady Dimitrescu back into the shadows, leaving her wounded and alone. You were captured, imprisoned in the depths of the manor, your heart breaking at the thought of losing her.

But Lady Dimitrescu had not given up. She had found a way to escape, to break free from the chains that bound her. She returned to the manor, her eyes burning with a cold, vengeful fire.

She slaughtered the villagers, their screams echoing through the halls of the manor, their blood staining the floors crimson. She stood over their bodies, her face a mask of fury, her eyes filled with the pain of centuries.

She turned to you, her gaze searching yours. "You are safe now," she said, her voice a low growl. "No one will ever hurt you again."

You looked at her, at the monster she had become, the monster she was forced to be. You felt a pang of sadness, a sense of loss. The woman you had loved, the woman you had seen in her eyes, was gone. In her place stood a creature of darkness, a creature driven by rage and despair.

You knew that you could never be with her, not in this life, not in any life. But you also knew that you would never forget her, the woman who had captured your heart, the woman who had shown you the beauty of darkness and the darkness of beauty.

You left the manor, leaving behind the echoes of her screams, the scent of blood, and the memory of a love that had been lost. You walked into the sunrise, carrying the weight of her story, the weight of her pain, the weight of her love.

You knew that you would never be the same again. You had seen the darkness, and the darkness had seen you. And in the depths of that darkness, you had found a love that would last a lifetime, a love that would haunt you forever

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