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luverkookie · 4 years ago

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Cassandra x Maiden ----Anonymity Ch.7

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Cassandra gradually starts taking up more of your time. Or, more accurately, demands it like it’s her birthright.

Every day, you wake her up with a kiss to her shoulder or neck and a whisper of her name. She comes to you when she’s bored at random times during your shifts, to either talk –complain— about her sisters or to outright distract you. There are times at night when you’ll feel the chill of her slip into your bed and press up against your back, but she’s always gone by morning light, like a dream.

She used to be just another component to your nightmares. Now… she’s what takes them away.

And you’re afraid.

That you’re growing to like the time with her while she’s just playing around, that it will cut that much deeper when you find yourself on the end on her sickle. Because how else can it end, you reason, between the two of you?

The thought momentarily makes your liplock with Cassandra taste bitter, despite the sweet strawberry taste of her lip balm -and no way she’s putting that on for you, right?

She has you pressed deep into a plush armchair with her palm on your chest, while her thighs are locked tight on either side of yours. You want to tell her that you should stop –both because you’re literally in the open and anyone can walk in on you and because it’s late—but her lips are doing wicked things to your neck and you can’t find your voice long enough.

When Cassandra starts grinding down on you though, rather impatiently too, you have to speak up before she starts something neither of you can finish.

“Cassandra.” you say breathily. A sharp nip comes over your pulse, then slippery lips close around the area. “Ah! Cassandra. You’ll be late for dinner.”

She tsks and pulls back, expression much like a kid that got her hand slapped away from the cookie jar. She dismounts you with the same sour look, smoothing down her robes.

“Walk me there.” she orders.

You rise and fall into step beside her, trying not to linger on how strange it feels. It should be nothing, really, considering all the activities the two of you nightly indulge in, but it’s… something.

Cassandra, uncharacteristically quiet, keeps gazing out the windows as though calculating or pinpointing something while you make your way to the dining room.

She comes to a sudden halt just before you reach it, turns to you, steals a quick kiss and then quickly leaves you behind, a colder aura about her as she strolls inside.

You hear Lady Dimitrescu’s voice, but not what she says. Once a few minutes have passed and you can safely blend into the background, you join the other maids on standby within.

You used to hate it here. Having them all in front of you like that, serving them wine, when they’re all to blame for taking any semblance of normalcy out of your life. You never glance at what they’re eating. You still dislike dinner time.

But.

When Alcina makes a snide comment about Heisenberg and you hear Cassandra’s laugh above Daniela’s giggle and Bela’s chuckle…

It no longer seems so bad.

“Bela, stay a moment.” Cassandra says after Lady Dimitrescu leaves with Daniela in tow.

“Oh, no.” The blonde huffs under her hood.

“I didn’t say anything. Yet.” The younger sibling raises her hands in exasperation.

“When you go ‘Bela~’” You bite your lip to keep your expression neutral as you’re cleaning the table because hearing the normally stoic sister mimic Cassandra’s voice like that is just plain gold. “It’s never good.” her tone turns flat once more.

Cassandra very pointedly rolls her pretty eyes. “I need you to cover for me.”

“See?” Bela sighs. “Absolutely not.”

“Well, it wasn’t really a question, I was just trying to give you the illusion of choice.” Cassandra shrugs. “I’m going out tonight.”

“What?” Bela damn near hisses. “Have you lost your mind?”

“It’s fine it’s, like, thirteen degrees.”

“How is that fine?”

The elder sister’s gaze then flits to you. There is no other maid in the vicinity that can overhear them, but she’s clearly uncomfortable with you picking up the implications of their conversation.

You still don’t get it. You guessed their aversion to sunlight has to do with their mutations… but why would the cold be an issue?

The survivor in you wants to know more. To know if this is something that can be used to your advantage when the time and circumstances are right for a potential escape.

Another part of you… just plain worries.

“I know what I’m doing.” Cassandra says, stern.

“Then you’re doing it alone.” Bela turns to leave…

Except.

“Oh, well. Guess mother should know about that little maid you’ve been orbiting around, lately.” Cassandra comments. “The one you even did a favor for? Just imagine her disappointment in you, the shining example of the family, stooping so low.”

Bela’s back goes rod-straight. The piercing look she sends Cassandra sends ice down your spine. You think she’s going to pounce… yet she exhales.

“One. Hour.” Bela states. “If you’re not back in one hour I’m coming to drag your sorry behind to mother. And she—” A gloved finger points directly to you, “Won’t be coming back with you in one piece.”

Wait.

What?

You didn’t know Cassandra planned to take you with her. But she didn’t deny it when Bela pointed to you. After her sister left, all she said was: ‘Dress well.’

Which brings you to your current position, pacing by the entrance hall of the castle, in a warm coat and two layers of clothes underneath. You turn to look behind when you finally hear her steps descending the staircase.

And— you freeze.

Because Cassandra is not wearing her usual robes. She’s dressed in all black, yes, but the outfit is tight on her form, fitting every curve, hugging her wonderful legs like a second skin. She’s wearing knee-high boots instead of heels and her hooded, gothic overcoat reaches down to mid-thigh.

There’s not a single patch of her skin visible other than her face… and you can’t, for the life of you, explain why it’s that hot.

“You’re staring, plaything.” she chastises, yet doesn’t sound like she minds. Rather, she’s smirking.

“Uh—” you can’t really form words.

“We need to hurry, clock’s ticking.” she says as she jiggles the very key you’ve looked everywhere during work hours for. The key to freedom. To leaving the castle.

Cassandra double-checks her clothes before she opens the door. You file it as useful information for later as you hurry to catch up to her.

The path to the village –or what’s left of it— through the forest is… difficult. Mainly because Cassandra is entirely unbothered by any and all obstacles and moves like she’s on a walkway, leaving you to fight with every rock hidden in the snow.

You manage. Somehow.

Until a distant howl makes you jump and quite literally crash into her side.

Cassandra laughs. It’s a clear, beautiful sound in the dead of night. “My, my. Scared of a Lycan in my presence?”

“I thought it was just a regular wolf!” You whisper, mortified.

Yellow eyes blink at you. Then her gloved hand raises to yours, taking it in a secure grip. You didn’t realize you were shaking, yet the tremors quickly cease when she does that. It’s just your heart that still feels like it’s going to give out on you, but for an entirely different reason, now.

Cassandra safely leads you to the village. It looks more or less the same, except empty, void of life. You don’t linger on memories. You don’t.

“Show me your house.” she says.

You never thought you’d be tracing the steps of your front porch so soon. You only have to push the door for it to open. And the inside is just as you remembered. A quaint little house. It’s simply not… home, anymore.

Nothing is.

Maybe nothing ever was.

And the thought makes a thin, cracked wall inside you finally give. Cassandra is saying something a few paces behind you, but your vision has blurred, your eyes sting and hot, salty rivers roll past your lids.

“Are you listening to me?” she asks. “...Plaything?”

You can’t talk. If you do, you’ll sob and break to pieces on the floor like a pushed glass statue.

Cassandra’s grip is tight and demanding on your elbow when her fingers curl above it, but she turns you with gentleness you’d never think her capable of. You do not meet her eyes.

Her other hand comes up to your neck.

You can’t, you can’t—

“Alexia.”

Your eyes snap to hers when she says it, from the shock. You didn’t think she even knew your name. Cassandra shifts her weight from one leg to the other, then seems to decide on something and wipes the tears beading at your chin away with her thumb.

“Pack what you wish. We don’t have long.”

As you turn into your bedroom and open your wardrobe to pack a few clothes into a bag, just to feel a tad more yourself when you’re in your room in the castle, the sound of your name falling from her lips follows you.

Haunts you.

You have half a mind to get your mp3, phone and chargers before you return to her. Cassandra is holding whatever she wanted to get from the village in a box tucked between her arm and body.

“Come.” she orders. Her hand settles on your elbow again and practically drags you along.

You don’t talk on your way back to the castle.

From one of the many windows overlooking the front yard, you spot Bela’s eyes on the two of you until she retreats into the shadows. Rigidly, Cassandra enters and immediately goes by the large fireplace to warm up. You only then notice how much more fluid her movements get. Or rather, how sluggish she was during the trip.

You shut the door and turn the key and realize it’s much easier to handle your situation when you’re the one locking yourself inside.

You take off your coat and scarf, then make to head for your bedroom —according to your calculations you’ll only get 3 hours of sleep— until… you notice how cold Cassandra looks.

She’s one step away from hugging the flames. And you can still hear her call you by your name in your head.

Great. Another thing to keep me up at night. You think as you approach her.

Slowly, so as to not scare her, you slip your arms around her slim waist from behind. She’s like a block of ice in your embrace, at first. Her body thaws gradually, to the point she’s fully relaxed against you.

“Thank you for today.” the words don’t come easy –they’re like pulling teeth— but you manage to get them out clearly enough.

“You’ll thank me in very many ways, plaything.” she says. “Having your own belongings in the castle is not a privilege any maid gets. But.” her voice, although quiet, hardens the slightest amount. “If, despite my generosity, you harbor dreams of escape… I will turn them to nightmares.”

Your blood goes cold in your veins. You can only nod against her shoulder.

Cassandra turns in your arms to look at you.

“And if you ever try to leave me alone here… I will find you and kill you myself.”

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luverkookie · 5 years ago

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Behind The Darkness | vampire AU | part 16

Pairing: jungkook x reader

Warnings: gore (ish)

[A/N: I write this au daily I don't have it "pre-prepared" so bare with me!!😞 I hope your day went well you guys.]

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Afternoon rolled over pretty quick y/n lost track of time while reading some book she found in the drawers it was the only way to waste time.

The time read 2 on the wall clock in her bedroom, she sighed and sat up on the bed fixing the braids that Maria did this morning and stretched her arms.

Every now and then she'd think back to her friends and mother and how no one even came looking for her, it surprised her she should be home by now but it seems like they didn't even care.

It must have been months or so and no one bothered to come back and look for her, search for her, break into this caslte and save her, nothing. Each day this castle becomes her home, this room is her safe heaven from whatevers out there.

The more she's away from her actual home the more this place replaces it.

She wasn't sure of how she'd react if after all this time one of her friends came to save her, she feels like she won't forgive them, they abandoned her, she felt so angry at them, at her mother, at jimin the most.

He said he loved her!

She scoffs at her luck with love, both of them were masters at lying in that department.

But she huffed and tossed around in her bed what if's come and go in her mind thoughts sink her further and thoughts bring her up again.

She didn't know what to do,She was angry at her friends yes, But she'd never hate them.

She's sure they'll have a good reason as to why they're not here yet and if they don't well...she's not sure, she hopes that they do have an excuse but for now she's hoping for the better and goes by it, because she knew deep down she wouldn't ever turn them away no matter how long they take she'll be looking for them and hopes of seeing at least one of them soon.

Then Maria's words and the choice she made her aware of made her head spin with confusion, did she really feel something for jungkook?

Or was the loneliness far too lonely for her and when she saw an opportunity for fun she took it and kissed him?

The kiss was...irrational, she didn't mean to but she doesn't regret it either if anything it left her wanting more craving more of him which surprised her entirely.

She never thought it would lead to them...well..making out on her bed that night, it escalated quickly but she can't find any fiber in her body that tried to resist him, it's like she was used to him, it's like she kissed him before, it felt so natural well at least to her it did, she didn't mind how close they got she didn't mind kissing and touching him and she hated the voice inside her head that said she also wouldn't have minded if he went a little further with his...actions.

Was it wrong to trust him?

He gave her no reason not to,yet it feels like it's rushed.

She groans and tugs at her hair...

Jungkook missed with her head day and night and she wished she stopped him sooner, it's like the feelings she have for him flourish immediately and she acts on them without thinking twice about it, which made her scold herself mentally.

She doesn't want to be as closed off as he is but at the same time she wanted boundaries, especially after him walking out on her like that, it felt absolutely humiliating even though no one else saw them, she felt like she was mocked or used or he took advantage of her.

'It was just a kiss y/n stop!' Yet she couldn't stop, it's a kiss now later on it will develop into more and she couldn't stop herself now she can't imagine how it would be if they progressed.

But again she didn't mind...she wanted him and that killed her.

Taehyung made his way to the cells holding a tray of goods smiling at himself like he's doing some big charity work.

It did feel like it was a charity.

Ever since that filthy human girl entered this caslte his relationship with Jungkook wasn't the same, something felt off.

It killed him.

They used to be so close, jungkook always wanted to be in his presence but now he spends all of his precious time with her and it made taehyung enraged.

When he saw jimin wandering around in that horse farm, he just couldn't pass up the opportunity of... kiddnapping 'borrowing' him for a few days to pass time, what is he supposed to do with his favorite cousin being slipped away by some...girl, and he definitely imprisoned jimin to get back at y/n for stealing jungkook from him.

It's only fair.

All Junkook does is be with her and last night he was holed up in her room.

'What were they doing?!' Curiosity ate him alive until this morning when jungkook walked in the living room reeking of her smell.

Jin smirked wickedly at taehyung, teasing him, taehyung rolled his eyes, Jungkook will be his no matter what he thinks of that brat.

He opened the door using his telekinesis power,The door was swang open and taehyung walked right in and saw the poor man lying on the floor shivering.

Jimin's knuckles were bleeding taehyung knew he tried to punch his way out of here.

'Cute' he thought smiling to himself.

he squatted down his arms on his knees looking at him with a tilted head smiling softly brushing jimin's blonde hair to the side taking a better look at him.

His lips were plump and he had the cutest sleeping face, taehyung bite his lip.

If this was different he surely would be in jimin's lap kissing those lips that begged to be kissed.

'Oh how unfortunate!' Taehyung thought.

Jimin stirred awake and as soon as his eyes adjusted on the man infront of him he jolted up and scattered away to the corner.

"I brought you food" taehyung tells him sliding the tray on the floor near the shivering man giving him a warm smile.

"W-why are you d-doing this to m-me?" Jimin hiccups looking away from taehyung's eyes biting his lip while taking a deep breath "I just want her and I'll be gone I don't want to hurt you or your folks!" He yells

"I know.." taehyung smiles sadly "I'll give her to you...but not today"

"Why not?!" Jimin spits "give her to me now! You monster!"

"Ouch!" Taehyung's acts shocked and places a hand where his unbeating heart is "I'm deeply hurt"

Jimin rolls his eyes taehyung laughs standing up fixing his blazer "why would a monster bring food to his prisoner hmm?"

Taehyung smiles devilishly at jimin who is sending him death glares.

"Try not to choke on your food yeah?" He winks shutting the door, Jimin throws the tray at him just before the door is closed shut, yelling in frustration.

Taehyung walks away not a blood vessel has moved through this whole encounter a smirk was placed on his face while he walked away.

He can hear jimin yelling at him to let him out and he calls y/n's name from the top of his lungs.

'He really should save his breath' Taehyung thinks, he's getting frustrated with him and he's so close to ripping his head off then flipping his body upside down and drinking his seeping blood like he's drinking a can of coke.

"What were you doing down there?"

Jungkook catches Taehyung off guard after he closed the castle cellar door behind him.

Now that made taehyung break a sweat.

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