I walked on glancing around me as we continued on the road, moving through the partially destroyed buildings. My head turned glancing behind Thomas catching a glimpse of rugged looking people, before feeling a strong tug from Thomas, pulling me back towards him. Things obviously hadn't gotten much better since the last time I saw everything. Buildings were still left in disarray. I guess we won't always have it perfect. And yet there were people living as if everything was fine. Throwing away perfectly good food everyday, thinking back at Hades house. Guilt over tqkes me, all the time I had complained. Hades probably almost drank me dry, but at the very least, I had an entire room to myself and warm sheets every night. I forgot how cruel the elements could be having being pampered. Taken to that ball even. When was the last time any of these people gad a warm meal? Music to dance and laugh? Just one moment of not having ro glance over their shoulders. I pull my cloak further around
I spent the better half of an hour scrubbing my body from the remnants of mud and muck that had stuck unto my skin. Standing on the outside of this scene, I might have seemed like an entitled spawn of an aristocrat, who scorned the very thought of ever getting dirty. In truth having the constant warm baths have left me complacent of being out braving the elements a day ago. Now I'm wondering, if Hades had not sent his men to kidnap me that day, would we have even survived this long, surging through abandoned building and demolished estates? Food was becoming an even scarcier commodity and I know Thomas best of all. He would chose death than kneel. "What the hell is that?"A voice comes unexpectedly, tearing me from my thoughts. I glanced away from the mirror, my face immediately flushing red seeing Thomas at the door and quickly I folded the towel about my body. Maybe in retrospect what I should have done was check on Aiden's bite marks he left, in the bathroom instead of here in th
"Are you really considering this Eric? She's my daughter, mine!" Mother's voice echoed from the other room, their tense conversation filling our ears from where we sat. The instructor pretended not to hear a word, but Belle exchanged worried glanced with me before returning to her reading. "Victoria calm down, I'm merely informing you of what might be, " Our father says calmly. He sighs heavily. "They haven't said anything to me about it. But we might as well be prepared. " "She's mine, " Mother repeats more adamantly. "I'm not giving them our daughter Eric! I don't care who they are or how powerful. They can't just take her! "Mother sobbs heavily and curious me abandons my studies, staring into the hall that leads from the door to the study which we now occupy. I've never heard mother raise her voice. She's always calm yet strict, sometimes I hide myself in the garden just to avoid her scolding. Belle gets away scotch free. These days however she barely casts me a second glance.
The morning sir flows through the windows in blankets but nothing seems to warm me. I remembered my dream of memories, I just can't understand why I'd forget everything. My mother made my father lock me away and he happily did. That's the reason why Belle's name was only in that book. He meant it when he said I didn't exist anymore. He wasn't my father. They disowned me. "I remember," I say to Thomas as he pulls his hand through the sleeve of his shirt. I catch his questioning look that asks what the hell I'm talking about. "I remember, why my father locked me away. "Thomas sighs loudly much to my annoyance running his hand through his hair. "I don't see why you're trying to get your memories back, Yuuki. You're cranky as it is already. I know who you are. " He says taking my face into his hands. What the hell does he even mean by that?! "But I don't!" I snap pulling from his grasp. "This is important. It is important to me to know who I am and why they did this. They were hid
The seat sunk lower as my body fell completely immersed in it's leather linen. My right leg bent at the knee, while the other rested atop, bouncing about. I had only just returned from taking a stroll in Belle's old room, finding it locked, yet bereaved of everything my brother ever gifted to her. Everything. The bed was bear, and so was the handcrafted bookshelf that he had gotten made. A waste of time and effort as far as I'm concerned. All, excepting for the white curtains that hung at the windows, the room was completely abandoned. All it needed to complete the ghostly appearance were a few cobbed web's and narly spiders. I was bored to the bone today, so much to visit a dead woman's home. But in honesty I was looking to find a few books of hers, she always read, and now that she's dead, what good would books be to her? Only, the shelf was bear but in my despair, fate gave me a glimpse of one lying atop her pillow. The three little pigs. "I'll huff and puff until I blow your hou
The cold and dark are synonymous, but so are lies and betrayal. Everything we once knew are being overturned and everything we didn't are coming to light. Nothing is really as it seems. The chaos forces everyone to question their genuinity. No one is safe from their previously decided choices. I'm not who I said I was, I became the thing I hated and now nothing makes sense. Have I been lying to myself my entire life? Now a war is coming, no it's just outside our door steps and I'm at the center of it all. But unlike before, dying isn't an option or a choice. It's not on the table. I have to do much more than just survive, I have to live. Too many people already gave up their lives for this!And I have no intention to give up without a fight.
I stalked closer into the large sitting room like a lion about to strangle prey. The man before me had within the last half hour hurled insults and cursed at my name. It was laughable. The things human did as a last resort, knowing even then it was futile. He would die, I will kill him and there was no escaping that fate. His security were all dead, littering the halls coming in, more splattered here and there ruining the beautiful decorum that once enhanced their home. However, in a matter of moments, this place would be reduced to rubble. Beauty would no longer matter, not the expensive vases or paintings, not the gold studded chair handles or the rubies that lined his finger. Nothing. All the carefully handled crafts made in vain and the gifts and tediously tended to gardens will return to ash. Belle was dead and I was seething with anger, and it won't quell until everything was reduced to nothingness. "You monster!" Eric Chancey roared pointing a short stubby finger at me. "
After taking my bath and returning to the serenity of the room all I can think about is Thomas, our kiss and what it meant. What it could mean. I know he said it was a mistake, but it didn't feel like it, or maybe I didn't want it to feel like it. Did I? I gripped my hair thinking about everything. Why was life and emotions so complicated? Why couldn't everything be simple black and white? What did I really want? Aiden comes to mind and I mentally scream at myself. Why am I thinking about him? We're so far apart yet he still has this hold on me. Aiden isn't safe, I remind myself. Thomas is. I've know him for almost a year now, he's given everything to get me safe and keep me away from my kidnappers. Yes that's what Aiden is, my kidnapper. I lay on my side forcing myself to think of Thomas before sighing. I screwed up, I'm so stupid! How could I ever tell him he never cared. I'm so stupid! I'm Blind too. How could I not have noticed anything about him? Was it because we always calle