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“Accursed” Rose’s Flashback Scene

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“Vance!” her soft voice chimed as she peeked around the corner. Rose’s hair fell in long waves down her back, a waterfall of gorgeous silky black.

She laughed when she saw him so entranced in his carving, it had been weeks now that he had been working on this piece, and it was almost complete. Vance however wouldn’t let her see it, even though the young demoness always tried to get a peek at his super secret project.

Vance quickly threw a blanket over the wooden sculpture, turning to Rose with a nervous smile. “Rosaline! Hey! How long were you there?” he asked her, running his fingers through his raven hair.

“Not very long, I promise.” she laughed again, canting her head to the side. “I brought you lunch, I thought you might have forgotten to eat again.”

Vance offered the girl a stunning smile, he was famished since he had, in fact, forgotten to eat. It was an unfortunate dilemma the man had, always forgetting himself in his work, and sometimes forgetting that he was only human. Vance needed to take care of certain needs.

“Always lucky to have you around, Rosaline.” he chuckled, pacing over to the small demoness and wrapping his arms around her waist, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. “I’d starve myself to death without you.” he joked while Rose stared up at him adoringly.

“That is what I am always afraid of Vance. You really need to try to take care of yourself you know.” she chided, giving the man a look of slight annoyance. “This project can’t really be important enough to kill yourself over.”

Vance smirked lightly, pressing another kiss to her forehead. “I am almost finished with it, and I promise, I’ll let you see why it means so much to me when it is.” he murmured, softly brushing her curls behind her ear.

Rose sighed, shaking her head and giving a light smile. This is why she fell in love with him, a mere human, mortal, vulnerable and so passionate. He was unlike the cocky, self absorbed demons she had known most of her life, and that was exactly what she loved about him.

Not everyone shared that love for the human, in fact, an overly jealous and very powerful demon hated and envied the man who had become the object of Rosaline’s affections. Alrian, a demon whose eyes were so black, light would be swallowed by them leaving no reflection.

Alrian had watched them for some time now, plotting a way to end the life of the human without being caught. He wanted to snatch up Rosaline during her time of grief. The girl was too soft for a demon, too pure, and he planned on changing that tonight.

Alrian approached Rose later that day, sporting his usual cocky smile. He combed his fingers through his short, dark hair and arched a brow at her, blinking away the usual black eyes into a gorgeous pair of green. “Hello Rosaline.” he purred.

“Alrian — When did you get here?” she asked him, her eyes darkening slightly. She had known the demon for most of her existence, and he had been a constant thorn in her side. She knew of his affections, though she did not return the feelings had had for her.

The demon smiled, wrapping an arm around Rose’s shoulders, giving her the distinct feeling that tendrils were crawling from his body, over hers, though nothing could be seen. She hated the feeling he gave her, and today, that feeling was heightened.

She tried to pull away from him, but he kept his tight grip on her, keeping her against him. “I see you still haven’t found your power, little flower.” he teased, brushing her hair back behind her ear, which caused Rose to become more uncomfortable.

“What do you want?” she huffed, struggling to get away from the man as he held her

“Only to help you find yourself. Every demon is born with a power, and that includes you.” he purred, tracing a finger under her chin and tipping her face upwards so he could look into her eyes. “I’m going to give you a little gift my dear Rosaline.” he said as he pressed his lips against hers, causing the girl to struggle frantically as she felt a fire burn through her painfully.

Rose couldn’t control herself as Alrian unleashed a floodgate of power. Power that Rose never knew she held. Her eyes changed, blackening like those of the demon who had kissed her, and the young demoness let out an inhuman scream as her body began to change.

Bones cracked and shifted along her body, causing the girl to scream, and made Alrian back away while he watched in sick fascination at her change. Blood red hair itched and sprouted all over her body as a long, whip like tail grew from the base of her spine.

She roared at Alrian, who even though immortal, began to fear the change he has caused the girl to go through. He watched in horror as she grew into a beast that must have been almost nine feet tall at the shoulders alone, hunched down like an animal as poisonous green vines seemed to sprout from her body and wrap around her her arms.

“Hellhound.” he whispered, astonished by the sight of the beast she had become, a rare form of power that was bestowed upon demons, the bloodlust of the hellhound. It was the one the girl had hidden inside her, and for once, it scared him.

There was another scream and a crack of bones as her back arched and long spikes burst from her skin, jagged and black, the spikes held a hidden danger within them. She growled low as her change settled, thick black ooze drooling from her mouth while her soulless eyes settled on Alrian. Without warning, Rose lounged at him, lost within her own mind as the beast controlled her body, eager to tear apart anything in her path.

The sound of her change alerted the town, causing people to come outdoors to see what was going on. Vance, who had finally finished his project was also alerted by the commotion outside. Screams filled the air as Rose tore through the townspeople mindlessly, enraged by the blood spilling with every death that came by her jaws.

Her eyes locked on a young child, who stood crying in the street and Vance, who had finally made it to the horrific scene, couldn’t let harm come to the girl. He rushed in, pushing the girl out of the way as Rose’s jaws clashed, snatching the man up and breaking his spine in half. He gave a strangled yell before his torso fell to the ground below her, blood spilling from the half of his body that remained after the attack.

Alrian watched the sight with glee, keeping himself out of range as the beast continued her massacre of the town. The beast slowed, panting hard as the screams died away and the dirt streets were caked with blood and covered in broken bodies. Her large body tired out from the ordeal and her energy exhausted, the beast collapsed in the street, her body shifting back to the girl it had once been, small, naked and vulnerable.

It seemed Alrian had watched for hours after he had dragged Rose to the mangled body of her once, loving human partner. He placed her arm over him and posed her as if she had fallen asleep with the man who now lay cold and dead in the street.

The demon felt no remorse as he watched the girl wake groggily from her slumber, a small smile on her face when she noticed she was cuddled against Vance, though as she blinked away her sleepy vision, her content smile was replaced with that of pure horror.

Blood covered her naked body and Vance, her Vance, her beautiful, kind hearted, forgetful Vance, laid next to her. His body cold and dead, his lower half missing and flies had already began buzzing around his remains. Rose covered her mouth, trying to keep from retching at the sight as tears filled her eyes.

Her stomach turned while she looked around her at the mangled townspeople in the streets and the scent of blood filled her senses. She cried out, holding her lover’s head in her lap, tossing her head back, as the air was filled with the sound of her sorrow and pain.

“Who could do this? Why?” she cried, running her fingers through Vance’s hair while rocking herself, wishing that this was a dream she would wake up from. That it would all end and she would be there in his arms.

“You did this Rosaline.” came a soft growl from behind her, the voice of a demon she knew too well. “You are a monster, just like the rest of us, and you should have known this would happen eventually.”

Rose looked up at Alrian with tears in her eyes, she knew he did this to her. This was his fault, and she would never be able to forgive him for this, no matter how much time had passed. She would always blame him for turning her into a monster.

“Don’t ever speak to me again Alrian. If I see you, I will hurt you, I will find a way to pay you back for this.” she snarled at him, picking herself up off the ground. She stared Alrian in the eye, and it was then he knew that Rose was serious, he had pushed her over the edge.

Rose turned from him, walking down the street, taking in the carnage she had wrought upon the town. Her stomach turned at the sight of men, woman, and even children lay broken in the street. She had done this, all of this, and she couldn’t help but wonder if she could have prevented it.

She had stopped in front of the familiar place she had called home for years, the home and workshop of Vance Adair, her lover and friend. The door hung open, showing that Vance had left the workshop hurriedly, perhaps to find her and try to keep her safe. The thought alone caused Rose to freeze. She didn’t tell him what she was, that she was immortal, a demon. Could it have saved him?

She stood outside the workshop, unable to will her legs to move forward and grab her things from inside. The thought of seeing it empty seemed too much for her now, and she wished like hell that he was still here, absorbed in his project, working on whatever it was he was so intent on finishing.

The shadow of it sat there on the table, just beyond the door, she couldn’t tell what it was, not from where she stood. Her curiosity had gotten the best of her, and finally, her firmly planted feet moved hesitantly as she pushed the door open to the workshop.

Tears spilled down Rose’s cheeks when she saw the finished masterpiece upon the table, it was perfectly carved and sanded, smooth as stone. She couldn’t believe what Vance had created, and as soon as she saw it, she knew it had been intended to be given to her. She hesitantly reached out to touch it, almost frightened that Vance would come around the corner at any moment and scold her for ruining his surprise, but he never would, he was gone now, all thanks to her.

“Thank you.” she whispered softly. “I love it so much.”

Rose began to grab her things quickly, no longer wishing to stay in the shop that held so many memories that it threatened to consume her alive. Every now and then she would find something that Vance had forgotten or lost as she packed, causing the tears to fall yet again.

She grabbed the sculpture and packed it last, she wasn’t going to leave it here for someone else to take. This was hers, her last gift from the love of her life, and she was going to keep it with her — Always.

With one more look back into the empty shop that had been her home for so long, and the home of the love she could never hope to have again, she left, unable to settle herself in any one place for thousands of years, until now...

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