Isadora shivered from the cold of the early morning. She felt the dryness in her throat as she trudged up the many stairs and passages up to Vincent's chambers.When she had pulled that stunt on the B Division's grounds, she had thought of a thousand outcomes; practice with her captor wasn't one of them. Either way, she is neck deep in this ruse and there is no way out of it.Upon seeing Isadora, the guards made way for her, neither speaking to her nor directly letting her in themselves.Standing in front of Vincent's doors, Isadora gulped. That motion reintroduced her to the metal choker on her neck and suddenly all the confidence she managed to gather on her way up, flew out to the wind. She took a deep breath in and out… slowly her right hand raised forming a fist to come in contact with the door,It barely grazed the door before it swung open, Isadora's hair moved with the breeze from the sharp door swing.Her body moved aside and automatically put itself in a low bow, and her ey
Isadora's pupils constrict into a smaller circle, filled with loathe. "Kill you? Gee, I thought assassination moves don't work on you, master?"Vincent felt peeved, "They don't.""Huh!" Isadora moans in surprise as Vincent easily rolls over and pins her down instead.She squirms around but isn't able to budge from Vincent's hold. She bites her lips nervously.Gosh, she got carried away and made a mistake. The weight of the collar suddenly felt heavier… would he punish her?"You aren't capable of killing me, Flavia or anyone else." Vincent says matter-of-factly as he towers over Isadora.She grits her teeth, "What makes you so sure about that?""I see it in your eyes. You have no will." Vincent gets off Isadora and sits on the ground beside her.Isadora sits up too and they both stay quiet for a few seconds."Spit out your thoughts, Flavia. We can't continue if you are so distracted." Vincent speaks dryly.Isadora hesitates."And don't you dare lie to me." He adds."Why did you help me
Vincent appeared in the dining room in his full might; no longer sweaty or as distracted as he was on the field.Right behind him was Sienna who looked as elegant as always but with all on her mind lately, she seems to have aged a little."Good morning, Lord Vincent.""Good morning brother."Mateo and Felicity greeted Vincent respectively with obvious sparks and their eyes. They had not quite gotten used to Vincent trying to eat despite his condition.Vincent takes his seat at the head of the table before saying, "You may all sit."His eyes wandered about while Imelda and Lucy came in and out of the kitchen in turns, setting the last variety of dishes on the table."Why isn't Flavia here, yet?"He asks no one in particular but his tone was enough to set off the stress in all who heard.One person in particular looked the most guilty as she placed a tray of a small batch of muffins on Vincent's side of the table."I'm sure she will be here soon." Imelda tries to answer without stutterin
Isadora steps out of the kitchen, a bit exhausted, finally done with the dishes. She begins her journey back to the servants' quarters for a quick rest.The passages are quiet at this time of the day because everyone is out working; this makes it all stranger as there is a black figure at the far end of the passage when natural light fails to reach.Isadora moves forward fearlessly but cautiously, when she became near enough to tell who it was, she almost cursed out loud.She ignored the person and attempted to walk right past before she hears a voice akin to scratching on a chalkboard."Stop right there maid Isadora," Sienna commands haughtily.To her surprise, Isadora obeys without fuss. The bitch is finally learning to know her place. She crosses her arms under her bust and wears an ugly frown."Did you not see me standing here or were you going to pass without acknowledging my presence?"Isadora smirks and maintains eye contact with Sienna, the type that makes one uncomfortable."
"Let me in." The command of a woman echo's from outside."Yes."It's silent for a second before the iron door squeaks open, introducing Sienna into the white room.She closes the door behind her, and stands in front of it, without effort to move even an inch further into the room.This was one of the numerous rooms in the Mafia's main treatment center, like a hospital. Asides from the scent of disinfectants, the atmosphere is saturated by the aura of a man, deep in the filth of shame and regrets.Dante layed on the bed, looking like a mummy with all the bandages he was covered in from head to toe. He is completely still and looks lifeless from afar.Sienna's nose scrunches up slightly to the pathetic sight. She really doesn't want to deal with this crap, but Isadora has forced her hands this time.She expertly replaces that look with one of concern and sympathy and saunters to the side of the man lying in pain on the treatment bed."Dante," She whispers, "Are you awake?"Dante's eyes
Sienna's voice drops to a whisper. "What do you mean?" Lucy covers her mouth with both palms, instantly regretting what she had just done. She made a promise to Imelda but Sienna is far too scary and forced it out of her. "Out with it, I am not a very patient lady." Sienna's death glare frightens her even more. She has once witnessed one of Sienna's bouts of anger; what she can commit at those times, her mouth is too heavy to speak. This stupid secret isn't worth angering Sienna. Lucy takes a deep breath and gathers her words. In the next second her mouth opens and explains everything that is happening in great detail. From her mistake of burning Imelda's cupcakes, to Isadora saving the day and the huge smile of victory Imelda held after Isadora's first time on the table. She clarifies why there had been a steady splurge of muffins to Vincent men for some days and Imelda's tireless research to copy Isadora's methods. But so far only Isadora's hand-made muffins work. "That's al
Barefooted, Isadora followed the guard past the silent hallways to the top floor, like a lamb to the slaughter. He was walking so fast, it took conscious effort to keep up.At that moment, Isadora had a lot racing through her thoughts and a haunting feeling of uncertainty overwhelmed her very being. Only seconds ago this guard had barged into her room without warning and practically dragged her out in a haste, only muttering these few words."The Master wants you immediately."Isadora's heart pounds irregularly and an uneasy feeling creeps up her chest.Why does Vincent suddenly summon her so late at night? Her mind deters to the nearest possibility and she jams her eyes shut, suppressing such ugly thoughts. It couldn't be… it just couldn't.The guard halts and that's when she realizes they have already reached Vincent's chambers. He opens the doors without prior permission and pushes Isadora in, immediately closing it behind her with a hard jam.Isadora breathes in and out through h
The golden sun risen just above the clouds had one of its fingers stretched over Isadora's eyelids,haven strayed in from a near window. She murmurs incoherently and flips her body to the opposite side of the bed. She hits something hard and unmoving but goes right back to sleep.It takes exactly five seconds and her eyes shoot open in panic as the thought registers that her bed frame was never close to a wall. Her eyes shut just as suddenly as she opened them from the harsh brightness of the room. Slowly, she opens them up, gradually adjusting to the light. The first thing she sees permanently displaces any form of sleepiness left in her body.Isadora nervously sits up.Vincent was staring at her with so much seriousness in his eyes and under his pressuring gaze, she feels so small. Memories of the previous night flood in.After Vincent had instantly fallen asleep with her in his arms, it took Isadora a minute or two to regain her bearings. Haven calmed down to the nth percent she tr