Warning, Manipulation, smothering, mention of smut, mention of murder
summary: Carmen really does take after his mother 
After being kidnapped, you threaten Carmen by pointing out that if you didn’t make regular and consistent updates on your normal social media accounts, someone would notice your absence. This would put pressure on Carmen and either force them to let you go or allow you to make those updates, where you could use one of the telltale signs you had previously mentioned on your TikTok to alert others of your situation.
While initially amused at your attempts to threaten him, Carmen became more and more intrigued by watching your daily activities on TikTok. His curiosity got the better of him, as he couldn't resist diving into the seemingly trivial details of your life. As he watched, he became increasingly fascinated by your everyday actions and routines.
It was only a matter of time before the cute act gave way to more sinister intentions…
When Carmen watched the specific video where you had mentioned that you would immediately make a video about how much you hated your brothers' twins if you ever got kidnapped, their first reaction was a slight chuckle. The irony of the situation was amusing to Carmen, given how often you had praised your brothers' twins in other videos. However, the video also sparked a darker thought in Carmen's mind.
The question that was now plaguing Carmen was, "What would your community do if they found out about the truth behind your brothers' twins?"
The fact that all of them are now very much dead
When Carmen visited again and allowed you to make TikTok videos, he had secretly enabled a few settings behind your back. Every single video you made would now need his approval before it could be shared with the rest of the world. This meant he would have the power to decide which videos of yours got to see the light of day.
This put Carmen in the position of controlling what your online community got to see, as he was the one who would have to give the final go ahead before your videos could be made public.
When Carmen finally relented and allowed you to continue making TikToks under his watch, the experience was much different than what you had anticipated. Instead of him threatening you and rushing you into something, he give you a whole wing of his house and only occasionally asked for your cooperation and company.
Your viewers, however, didn't suspect anything and were curious about the odd changes in decor. Some people even inquired if you had moved to a new location. The truth was hidden in plain sight, and no one had a clue what was really going on.
You're a little perplexed by Carmen's behaviour at first. When he had first kidnapped you, he had made it clear that he wanted your attention and affection, but he wasn't rushing you into
anything...yet. However, soon, he did force you to spend time with him, such as cuddling on the couch with snacks
In one of your recent videos, he even made a subtle appearance, although his face wasn't visible. You could tell he was a man based on his boots, and it was clear that Carmen wanted everyone to know you were his property.
While Carmen may have seemed like a fool at times, he was quite clever and knew how to maintain his secrecy. He was well aware that, due to the nature of his job, many people would come after you if he were to randomly show up on your social media page. This is why he presented you with a proposal one day.
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"My dear," Carmen proclaimed as he gently grasped your chin and tilted your head up to face him. Your hands were gripped tightly in fists at your side, a sign of your frustration and mounting anger.
" I have a small proposal, I'm sure you'll find it reasonable," he continued with a patronizing smile.
You thought it was outrageous that he thought you would accept any of his proposals at this point. He had already made you behave as though you loved him, which was more than enough.
" I find nothing you do reasonable; I don't know why you think I should."
He smirked at your response before adding, " Well, I believe it is only fair to mention that your most recent video has gained quite a bit of positive traction. Would you like to know the cause behind it?"
Seeing the reactions to his subtle presence in the background, Carmen realized that even with just a glimpse, your viewers figured out that it was a man and he must’ve be your boyfriend
" All they needed was my boot in the back of your video, and they were able to put it all together," he stated, smirking.
" What are you going to tell your audience?" he asked, his tone becoming more serious. " We both know you're going to have to do the right thing."
The so-called "right thing" wasn't your own decision. It was Carmen’s, and he would make that decision for you. You already knew that there was no way out of this situation. Your social media account was your only link to the outside world; you didn't want it revoked. Consequently, you did whatever Carmen told you to do, regardless of what it meant or how much it went against your own values and beliefs.
As Carmen was one to cook dinner for you whenever he could, this particular evening was no different. You decided to take a video as the perfect opportunity to provide more "evidence" that you were alright and everything was fine. Of course, you were anything but fine, but you didn't exactly have any other options.
Sitting on the countertop, you recorded Carmen's hands as he chopped up vegetables. With the use of careful camerawork and positioning, you managed to ensure that his face didn't appear in the video.
He had already made it clear what would happen if you decided to put his face in a video — your punishment and the subsequent harm that you would face would be considerable, and the danger wouldn't solely stem from Carmen himself. That was enough of a warning to ensure your compliance.
The caption for your video read, " Well, you guys are quite some detectives," and the text overlay over the video featured Carmen slicing vegetables read, " At least one of us is a good cook. "
Carmen himself viewed the recording multiple times prior to it being published, ensuring that it contained nothing that jeopardized the ruse and only reinforced the image of everything being alright.
Well that, and he couldn’t deny the growing bulge in his pants the first time he had watched it you never really complimented him, but you putting it out for all your followers to see was good enough Painting his screen and white before he even published it. Oh, if only it was your pretty face on that screen.
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As you continued to share more of your life's updates on your social media accounts, your audience grew more fascinated by the apparent relationship between you and Carmen. They flooded your comment section with remarks about how lucky you were to have such an amazing and charming partner, and Carmen began to appear in your content more often.
Indeed, people would complain when he wasn’t featured in your uploads, and eventually, you solely stuck to providing brief glimpses of Carmen via camera angles which did not include his face or any identifying features.
An overwhelming number of your content updates depicted Carmen undertaking a variety of small tasks. He would cook meals for you, prepare and run baths, cuddle you when he was at home, and attempt to engulf himself in your scent and scent alone.
Indeed, Carmen was constantly surrounded by death and decay in his work. Being near something that embodied the complete opposite — peace, warmth, and comfort — was something he craved desperately.
One of your uploads seemed to entice your viewers most, in particular, due to Carmen's "deep green eyes." During said video, he was cuddling with you, which was not something you enjoyed in the slightest. In fact, he was constantly enveloping you, and that was truly insufferable. Indeed, when Carmen was out on a mission, you considered it to be a relief and the absolute best thing in the world, allowing you to breathe and relax.
The sheer volume of positive feedback and praise from your viewers started to get to you; perhaps Carmen wasn't as terrible as you believed he was. Certainly, he had taken the lives of a few innocent individuals and....the twins....never mind that.
Your viewers also believed him to be a good person who meant you no harm, and the general consensus was that Carmen was harmless and harmless alone
As you progressively began to feature Carmen in your videos slightly more frequently, he would whisper certain things to you; such as how cute it'll be or what a wonderfully endearing moment it would make for the channel. You now recognized that a specific smile or expression on his face meant that it was time for you to begin filming because it would be ideal content for your channel.
That didn't mean Carmen wanted everything documented though. Carmen often wanted to simply hold you, cover you in kisses, or keep you pinned down to the bed depending on his mood.
It felt like you were constantly being smothered by Carmen. Everything, he constantly wanted you all to himself. And even though you cared about him, you needed space. But it kept feeling like it wouldn't matter what you did, everything you said would lead him to act possessive. And you decided enough was enough. So you took out your camera and started filming, even though you weren't sure how it was going to go over, it was something that needed to be done
. Carmen held your waist as you announced to your channel that you would no longer be posting and that you needed a time to think about yourself and your life. His arms squeezed a bit tighter, a small warning. You added on and spoke about your love life, admitting that you felt like you hadn’t been able to connect with your boyfriend as much as you would like to. As a conclusion, you thanked your viewers for understanding and left the video with another hug from Carmen, even if it wasn’t genuine.
Warnings: overbearing, jealousy, mentions of sex , tell me if there’s more 
They love you more than anything, even when the love turns toxic, even when you never wanted it to begin in. God forbid anyone does you wrong 
You are standing in front of a stove, where carrots, broccoli, noodles, Alfredo sauce, and chopped chicken lie before you. It's something you used to enjoy at the Academy. They mostly served it because it was nutritious and kept you in a good mood. The small house you're in may not compare to the spacious castle you live in, but right now, it's the only thing you wish to focus on.
The door shook with the steady knock that reverberated through the walls. Usually the siblings would just barge in as if entitled to your space, and yet here you were facing the unknown. The castle may have been stripped away, giving you time to cool off, but you still felt the lack of control, of agency. That knock was a reminder of your powerlessness.
You didn't like everything that came with being their "pet." You liked the attention, really, but something still felt off. They said "pet" in an affectionate tone and their eyes were filled with pure adoration. Yet you knew that this wasn't a good thing. Your family used the same term, and it wasn't meant positively.
They might not have treated you the same as your family, but in subtle ways, the abuse was similar. Your family threw buckets of dirty water, threw things, and criticized everything you did. You cleaned every nook and cranny, cooked all the meals, but they never felt you did enough and believed it was all an excuse for attention-seeking. While the siblings were quite different in their treatment, they still acted as if you were perfect and if anyone disagreed, they were committing a crime because you, their pet, were infallible. They put you in new, beautiful places, kept you close to them, but still utilized that same word, "pet," just like your mother and sister would mock you when they saw you cleaning. You felt as if you were being mocked for your effort, and this still stung you to this day.
Perhaps it was so overwhelming due to your lack of exposure to true affection. Or maybe it was rooted in the Academy training. Each night you'd be in bed with one of them, in their lap or placed somewhere to be painted. While it was beautiful, you knew that it wasn't appropriate. You could sense the servants' disdain, which reinforced the fact that you were in the wrong—that you were attention-seeking and seeking something you shouldn't.
Another sharp knock at the door startled you out of your contemplation, along with the sound of a window sliding open. You turned your gaze toward Silas, unsure of why he was here, and why he entered through the window. As you tried to make sense of the situation, another thought occurred to you: if Silas was here, who was at the door? Perhaps krollien or milmira, or maybe one of the other siblings.
Silas walks closer, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close. “Mhm, what are you eating, darling?” he remarks as he nuzzles his head into your neck. His questions remind you that you are cooking, but your anger still persists, aimed at him and the others. His presence is so comforting, his body firm against your back; his tattooed arms squeeze you tightly. He missed you deeply, not that he ever expressed such things, especially after only a brief separation.
You know you can't get out of his arms, but you remain cold and aloof, choosing not to respond to his question. As you turn off the burner and silence envelops the room, he expects you to turn your gaze upon him. Instead, you fix your eyes forward, staring straight ahead, remaining in your stoic state. "Why are you mad at me?" Silas asks, pulling you close once more. He runs his hands underneath your shirt to feel your abdomen, his head tucked into your neck.
Silas grew increasingly resentful as he failed to grasp the reason for your anger, even as you continued to act distant and aloof. Frustrated, he grabbed a drink from the fridge and stormed off to the living room, leaving you to sort through your thoughts. You wiped your hands and approached the door, assuming another sibling was eavesdropping or trying to intrude. Yet, there was no second knock, only the deafening silence of your tense and uncomfortable surroundings.
Before you could grasp the doorknob, someone pulled you back into their embrace, turning you to face them. krollien stared at you silently and said nothing. Unlike Silas, krollien would readily grovel for your goodwill, realizing that, while he wasn’t initially responsible for your distress, he was complicit in the actions of his loyal servant. He is aware that his servant stole your space; hence your choice to retreat to an abandoned house rather than stay and endure their presence.
krollien nuzzled his face into your neck, covering your face with kisses and muttering apologies. "I'm sorry, my dear. I didn't know my servant would do that. I'm sorry, baby, I know you need that space to yourself," he said. His apology was sweet and caring, but it didn't negate the hurt that Jesse's actions caused. Although Jesse had never been particularly fond of you, you never believed she would take such drastic action. This incident has left you unsettled and uneasy, knowing that she is capable of such vicious retaliation.
You felt as though perhaps your thoughts were unfair, bringing a hint of doubt into your mind. However, when you meet his gaze, the seed of doubt blossoms into realization. Despite you having access to several rooms throughout the home, they still didn’t allow you a single spot that was actually yours. The siblings had even furnished this house for you; you’d mentioned it in passing once, merely joking that you'd make out with whoever furnished your personal space. You had no idea they'd take it so seriously. But it’s not like you use it. Even though the family provides many places you could retreat to for solitude, there are still problems with this setup. They usually refuse to let you stay so far from the castle, and they always interrupt you or tease you for taking time to yourself and decompress in the castle making you think back to the previous day and Jesse's actions.
Today was your day with lilybet as usual. She was going for her nightly sparring session with one of her favorite servants, this was one of the only times you could sneak off to your little hiding spot. You didn’t notice, but all of the siblings had slowly started working in at least one hour, letting you have time alone in your private area.
A lovely cat, from the library, had once recommended a few books to you. One was a romance and two were fantasy. He'd usually just leave them on the floor in your little hiding spot. He was the one person in the castle, whom you had trusted enough to tell about your personal space. He was very honored and proud, that you had let him know about your precious hideaway.
Sometimes, when you forgot to close the curtain on it, he would. And he would also, occasionally tidy up after you.
Today was just like any other. lilybet left for her training just five minutes later and you made your way down to the library. The library's golden glow, provided by the sunlight outside, was warm, welcoming and gentle. Their mother had stayed on a traditional vampire cycle of sleeping during the day but the rest of the siblings had moved their schedules to something that was more common for human beings. This meant they could go out places with you more often.
There were large, long tables on one side of the library, with black bookshelves lining the back walls.The other side of the library, was double the height. Ladders leaning against the walls and a set of black wheels attached to the wall allowed Luke, the head librarian, and the only person who knew about your hiding spot to move around the sections faster.
Columns separated the middle sections and a large wooden desk sat, right by the door. A soft rug sat in the center, the perfect environment for a relaxed reading session. You quickly waved at Luke, and headed towards your personal haven.
Luke waved happily to you, his glasses resting comfortably atop the tip of his nose. The golden frames glimmered beneath the overhead lights and Luke's soft, weak voice called out to you.
"Oh, it's always a pleasure to see you. I hope you enjoy the books I got you," Luke said, always happy to share new books, yet not everyone appreciated it like you did.
You had fairy lights in your little haven. He'd always set them as your favourite colour, however when visitors came to get you, he would flash them red or turn them off.
Luke would often stall for you when visitors came to seek your company, chatting with them about a random topic, to throw them off track. He never outright lied, never actually revealing where your little hiding place was.
He was happy to have someone to talk to, even if he didn't really understand your trials and tribulations fully. It was nice having this small arrangement between the two of you, where he could keep you company in the vast library. Demi humans and other head servants often passed through, but you were different. Like a little sister that needed protecting.
Luke, the head librarian, was the main reason why you really felt like the staff was becoming used to you. They even seemed to like your company. Many of them felt bad for your unfortunate situation. It was no surprise that the siblings were constantly at each other's throats, now, even more so than before, as they argued purely about you. All the arguments they had, still included you, as everything seemed to revolve around you and your existence.
Even if you had better understanding of all the intricacies of what was happening in the castle, with the siblings constantly at each other's throats, solely because of their undying love for you, it wouldn't have made matters more easy.
Silas had forgotten to give you that one hour where you could slip away to the library and was preoccupied, doing something else entirely. He had been too burdened to spare the time. He had been far more invested with painting a portrait of you, instead.
Silas sat in front of a large window, the expansive rose gardens in the distance. An array of numerous different flowers could just barely be seen from the window seal. He would make you pose in various ways for his painting, sometimes letting you up from your spot for lunch. He liked to make an impression. His sharp teeth would latch firmly onto your neck, leaving visible yet subtle marks on your body that his siblings could easily spot. The twins were out of town, which meant that Silas had more days with you alone. This was the reason you had been gone from the library for so long.
Jesse had grown used to spending time with her master, krollien . The peaceful moments were a welcome change from the constant arguing she normally had to endure. She often kept him too preoccupied to bicker with his brother. Sometimes she would withhold documents, just so that you could stay with Silas for longer. The twins being out of town had made that situation even easier. Jesse had gone to the library to acquire more books, that's when she noticed something.
As Jesse was perusing the history section of the library, she happened to glance upon a book, mixed in between all of the others. Its label could potentially have been mistaken for one on history, instead of a fantasy novel. Perhaps Luke, the head librarian, had been slipping up and not arranging the books as he was supposed to.
Jesse was a very devoted servant, she would have words with Luke later. She had a big interest in ensuring that her master could get whatever he wanted and needed without issue. She had no issues with her place as his servant, however she did have the realization that she wanted something more, something meaningful. Krollien’s actions frustrated her greatly and she despised that he enjoyed those squeals when he occasionally lost his temper. She was tired of it all.It was tiring for Jesse to consider how much krollien had loved you, without a second thought. She disliked how quickly his anger subsided when he laid eyes upon you, how he would often dig his claws forcefully into his desk, then remember that his brother had seized you for himself. He’d apologize to you and whisper in your ear when he was in a temper, gently biting into your neck. It was irritating for Jesse that he seemed to enjoy your discomfort, yet also apologized after.
Jesse remembered all the times when krollien focused his time and attention on her during the training process. The feelings of being cherished and adored had filled the servant with affection. She remembered when krollien would tell her to leave the room, only to return with you, trying to push him off and struggling against him, before he'd hold you in place, lips locked with your own. Jesse gripped the book harder and her hand quickly turning to put all the books back in their spot, hoping it would take her mind off of everything. Off of krollien
Jesse was supposed to acquire a selection of books for her master, placing them in their correct sections. As Jesse was putting the fantasy book back in its place on the back of a shelf, which received little attention, a curtain caught her attention. It was a relatively recent development and piqued her curiosity, so she cautiously peered inside. Jesse was absolutely enraged at the sight of everything she laid eyes on within the curtained area. It was filled with plush padding, a few pillows, string lights all around the edges and even a cup holder. An additional factor that infuriated Jesse was the inclusion of her master's hoodie. She recalled the day he sent her away for an entire night.
You lay across the bed, the sheets pulled half hazardously up to your waist. The hoodie looked disheveled, and hand prints were scattered along your hips. krollien had obviously become lost in his cravings and didn't bother to clean up the aftermath as properly as he should have. The evidence of his work was still left on your neck in the form of dark hickeys and the firm bite marks which still contained the slightest trace of dried blood. krollien was shirtless and busy, examining a few documents at his desk, going over what had riled him so drastically.
Christine ripped apart the pillows, cushions and fairy lights, furiously throwing them out of sight as she felt rage overtake her. Luke was enjoying his lunch with the other servants. This was something you suggested in an attempt to make him more social. Christine continued to tear into everything, except for the hoodie, which she hugged aggressively, her nails digging into its fabric. She could smell her master’s scent and your scent and it agitated her. She hated that your scent clung to the hoodie, it infuriated her beyond reason.
Christine stormed around the library with a newfound purpose, finding every book that was out of place and making sure to place it where it belonged. Every book’s cover was ruined by her nails, leaving very evident marks as she was furious. After a while, the shelf was completely full and she was panting, but at least she looked satisfied for now. The removed curtain no longer stood in the way of the secret shelf on the very bottom.Christine wiped off her skirt after completing her little project. Her master’s crest was visible, and she walked out of the library, content with her actions. There was no more hiding spot, no more spot for secrets. The library was back to the way it had been before you had arrived on those fateful grounds, a state that the servant considered to be perfection. At least that was what her own opinion was.
“Silas, stop!” You tried to speak between his endless kisses which were planted firmly along your neck. He whined against you, unwilling to stop his attention, no matter how much he wanted to. The thought of you spending time in the library was at the very back of his mind, he had to have a taste of you and make use of you as his canvas. He was the one who was at fault for poor planning, yet he couldn’t blame you. He couldn’t resist your mouth-watering blood , a fact that was both maddening and appealing.
Silas gave into your pleading and released his hold on you before moving away a bit. He rolled his eyes, clearly upset at the rejection but not one to waste time whining. He was interested in what you were reading, so he suggested you share it with him. You weren’t so eager to share, however, and insisted he let you go to the library alone. He agreed, but secretly planned on making you show him your hiding spot sometime in the future. He was smart and knew when to bide his time.
You were convinced that your secret hiding spot was, indeed, just that- a secret. The reality of the matter was quite different, as you were unaware of the fact that all the siblings had already discovered it previously and simply lied, so you could continue to enjoy the illusion of privacy. However, due to your paranoia, you were unable to feel completely at ease, and moved on to your special spot within the depths of one of the unused bookshelves.
The siblings had already uncovered your hiding spot, yet they continued to let you believe that it was secret, as they understood that you liked it that way. As you walked into the library, you took a brief, yet alert, look around. Nothing caught your eye, but the anxiety remained that a sibling may still enter and discover your hide-out. You didn’t want to stand out in the open any longer than necessary, especially without something to occupy yourself with. So far, nothing looked intriguing.
You were on your way to your usual safe space when everything that was once so comforting seemed gone. The curtains, the cushions, the fairy lights, the hiding spot… it was just a regular shelf now, no different than the rest, just filled with books. You panicked in the moment as your emotions swirled in an unsettling way. The thought of being discovered by one of the siblings struck terror into your heart. You rushed to the armory to settle your nerves, but the anxiety remained as you doubted it was Silas, nor could krollien have done such a thing either.
You'd slowed down to speedwalking, feeling your breath quicken, your body tighten, and the temptation grow to take deep breaths.
"Hi, love," lilybet had grasped you from behind, pulling you close to her as she'd just returned from one of her training sessions. She'd noticed your movement back down the hall, assuming that it meant you were attempting to escape yet again. After all, you hadn't seen her for several days and it appeared that you were once again eager to leave.
You had quickly turned to avert her, but your words were stilted and awkward. "The library, I um," was all you managed to squeak out. Lilybet offered a puzzled expression and inquired, "What about the library, dear? Do you want me to come along while
you pick out a new book?"
Tears pricked your eyes as the thought of having to divulge the location of
your hiding spot struck you. Since it no longer existed, it was all in vain anyway. As your thoughts quickly spiraled and the exhaustion of it all became apparent, you threw yourself into Lilybet's arms and buried your head against her. The sudden movement startled her, but she quickly drew you close and held you tightly, as though attempting to soothe your troubled mind.
Lilybet, who possessed superhuman physical capabilities, effortlessly lifted you as though you were a small child. She proceeded to walk you towards the library, where she intended to seek out the source of your distress and address it accordingly. Whether it would receive "proper attending to" or a harsh "punishment" was contingent on the nature of the offense, to which she was currently oblivious.
Lilybet walked over to one of the tables, setting you down in the chair. "Come on, love. I can't do anything unless you tell me what's wrong." Your eyes stayed on your hands, shaking in your lap, tears periodically dropping on your folded hands. Lilybet knelt down, rubbing up and down your calves with her head on your knee, silently pleading for you to look at her.
In some ways, Lilybet was the most lenient with you. She didn't mind if you weren't by her side all the time, as she had her own things to do as well. Sometimes you would get away, but she would also be the one to leave the most marks on you besides Silas. Perhaps it wouldn't be that bad if she knew. Maybe she could figure it out after all. You had no clue, and you were not going to start asking around.
You slowly stood, walking to the back of the library. Lilybet’s hand was still in yours, clinging. She could almost forget that you were upset. Usually, you’d have to loose grips while holding any of their hands, but today, your nails were biting into her skin. This was a sweet, kind of pain, something she could get addicted to.
You stopped in front of your usual hiding spot. Your grip tightened on Lilybet, who immediately noticed the spot where you always run off to. Except there was simply books.
"Oh, love," Lilybet’s voice was almost teasing; she pulled you into her chest. "It's gonna be okay. We can put your spot back together and I'm sure we can figure out who those nail prints belong to," she offered comfort.
"Umm, krollien ," lilybet leaned against the door frame of his room. She knew this was going to be difficult, but it was best to regroup.
"Miss lilybet," Jesse bowed to lilybet, as krollien looked up from a few documents.
"Yes, sister?"
"So cut to the short-," krollien turned to lilybet.
"The human is mad and staying in that house by the village," he replied.
This caused Jesse to stifle a smile that pulled on her face, though she remained silent.
"Why what happened? Is it just because the schedule is mixed up? Did Silas do something?" lilybet shrugs; she wasn't sure herself.
She knew you liked your hiding spot but the fact that they hadn't told you that they knew, that she didn't think would make you upset.
"Well she may have figured out that we know her hiding spot and someone filled it in and she was very emotional. I'm not quite sure if Silas has anything to do with it. I just thought I'd let you know."
Jesse interrupted. "Master, I'm sure it's nothing. The human is being dramatic and she'll come back in a few days," she whispered the last part, a part of her really didn't want you to come back.
No, all of her didn't want you to come back.
lilybet looked up at Jesse from where her head was lodged back on the door frame, thinking about you. "You told her? why?"
"No, why would I tell her? Perhaps it was one of the other servants who just passed information along. After all, they’ve grown quite fond of her." lilybet looked up at her brother, nodding along, she didn’t have enough energy to question Jesse.
"I suppose you’re right, but that doesn’t explain who filled it in. They were mad, there’s claw marks in every single book," she pointed out to him.
"Personally, Jesse believes that the books should all be in the right spot. There's no need for nooks," she expressed, folding her arms over her chest.
krollien spins in his chair to face Jesse as lilybet sets off from her leaning position. "Jesse? Did you?". krollien interjected. "I swear if I find out you're the reason my love is mad at me now. Mad at all of us, right now, you will severely regret it," krollien concluded.
I didn’t know what else to put and I got really tired so this is all you get if you like it, let me know 
Natalie loves to hear whatever pops into your little mind no matter how dark it gets. It’s something that fuels Natalie 
You had so much to be powerful, but were you proud at all you remember the nights you would cried for something you did not understand nights, when you cried over the weird stories, that anyone else with some explain as a pure example of a toxic relationship but you cried for those stupid AI stories and the fan fix you read every night staying up too late hating the fact that you would sleep in too late the next day
You stopped going out to craft fairs with your family not because you didn’t want to, but because being around others was absolutely exhausting. You did not know how to react how could you all you did was sit in your room and fantasize not even your life could bring tears to your eyes, but for those stories over and over again for those times in the middle of the night that you would let no one else see the times, or you would hide under your blankets silently, hoping one person would notice
Natalie would be proud that she noticed she noticed her tears but she did not notice that you were for something you never could have something you didn’t even know it’s always the jock and the nerd the Pretty girl in the emo emo kid of the school but you were neither of those, but Natalie was beautiful. She was everything she was everything anyone could’ve ever wanted but you were not you were quiet make your family didn’t like you Natalie give you all she believed you wanted.
But yet still, you sat even when you were still in that apartment up listening to fan fix listening to audiobooks that made you cringe. Stopping every few seconds to scream about who you would never do that because you wouldn’t do that. You’re so critical of you every move. Scared you make a wrong step scared somehow you would offend someone scared
somehow the tears that fell down your cheeks would be seen by someone that someone would ask you to explain your feelings and you would have no answer for your throat. Already had a lump in it and your eyes stung your nose hurt how could they ask you to speak in the state
Even those toxic stories of the people that would kidnap others somehow you cried for them. You would certainly just say that you would go along with it but here you were in his acting situation and you weren’t going along with it you were, but you were not happy you were numb inside you wanted to break her, but it did not she simply. Rubbed your cheek, believing he would come back to life.
Little did you both know you were dying every second inside those nights were you believed you would stay up all night, but you knew 6 AM you would be fast asleep, and you would not wake up until it was far too late when you went to school and realized I to be sick the other day but now look at all, I have to catch up
Was ready to get rid of all your pain away but you and her dollhouse make you forget about all
Her perfect dollhouse, which had maids, a chef and a loving mother and father, but of course, it also had Natalie Natalie that would smother you with every drop of her love Natalie that would go to school and get the best job for the both of you Natalie that would do anything for you for if you wanted to dye her hair, one more time color, she hated she did not care for it was for you
Something you hated attention you at age 14 you cannot open presents, in front of your family and in front of your friends, the anxiety of not knowing how to react when you would get surprised parties, you would only smile awkwardly the tears stung your cheeks so often, but they were never for the important things
You remembered how when you started your therapy your main goal was to get more in touch with your emotions, but you both knew that was a lie you emotions were only the things that didn’t matter to anyone else. Those stories would thrum up in your mind.
And those times you choked back to tears and Natalie would be that one person at one person nagging you to speak, but how could you how could you when your throat was closed up in your eyes stung everything in your body was telling you to stop just stop and forget about whatever it was causing you such pain But now you cannot escape you cannot walk into the other room you cannot hide under your covers. You cannot simply cover your mouth to hold back your whimpers.
Natalie would not have it. She did not care if she had a handcuff your hands down tie you down or she wanted all of you the ugly and the beautiful little did she knows she was destroying you slowly the inside out.
Natalie would destroy you if she had to not even know it. Natalie‘s best friend is how it started that day that somehow let know poems that were all your feelings, raw and deep in the entire time as you wrote them down speaking it loud Natalie was right behind you as you Vocal cords felt like they were threatening to snap
Sometimes you wish they would sometimes you wish they would put you out of this misery, but even if your vocal cords one they gave out on you, Natalie would figure out a way with all the money she had, and all the money she would gain she would get new vocal cord somehow someway you were everything she lived for You still remember that day
A part of you does not remember that day that part of your brain that shield you from whore things that understanding could simply review into pieces that is Natalie and Natalie slowly pulling back that barrier, you are Natalie’s blood. Natalie only wants to breathe you for it to be closer to you Natalie would become a cannibal,
That her father, would that happen either Natalie was very much a daddy girl and her mother loved it so much. It was so aesthetic having a caring husband and an openly gay daughter, and her traumatized. girlfriend standing there in the corner, somehow looking as perfect as everyone else around her, but her insides are slowly cracking.
“oh dear don’t you think it’s time to stop this one’s getting a little long perhaps will put it up with the others isn’t your voice a bit sore? Perhaps would you like a sip of tea or do you want something prepared? Perhaps you would like to mess with my hair again”
Pain, pain pain it’s something you remember all too much messing with her hair to bring you so much comfort dying at different colors but now with every single time she’d force you to color her hair every single time you thought about what what if you were just able t-
“that’s enough I said you’re overdoing it” Natalie had grabbed your pen as you sat there quietly you didn’t even know what Natalie did with the poems as she called them. All you knew is they went somewhere and Natalie would occasionally pull them up, saying they were her inspiration, but all of them had only brought emotion, something for her, but it was not love far from
This was just a cute little idea I had but if you like it, let me know and I’ll try doing more like it 
Lucifer stared at his wife, distastefully. Charlie was being consoled by Vaggie, while Alastor stood off to the side. His smile seemed truly forced as Angel Dust and Husk appeared to not know what to do with themselves.
"So where'd you put the affair children? They're clearly not in hell, and heaven wouldn't accept them." Lilith remained silent, staring at the man with true disdain.
"That looks like one of those human apartments on Earth." Lucifer comments as he stares at the globe in her hand. Though he is still annoyed and his thoughts are directed elsewhere, the image of the apartment, with its modern design and mostly blues, whites and purples, does stir something inside him. It's dark and soothing,
The apartment had various floral scents to it, with curtains covering the large bay window. There were flowers on a coffee table along with a drinking cup and an iPad and notebook. A candle flickered on one side of the table, producing a small crackling sound, while a lamp across the room clashed with the TV and produced a blue and white glow on the couch. A sleeping woman was on the couch.
Before panning over to a set of feet, the film took its time to build suspense. It slowly panned up the person's body, shining off the lamp and fixing the pillows of the woman on the couch. "You know, if you continue to sleep on the couch like this, you're going to eventually get a crook in your neck," the male warned. The woman didn't move a muscle, not even a twitch of her lips. They both resembled Lilith, but with different skin tone, they were most definitely not Lucifer
The globe has thus far withheld the man's face, but as he leaned down to blow out the candle, its flame illuminated his features. His chocolate brown eyes shined with a red glow, his hair kept and he had to use one hand to keep hair out of his face. The crackling sound of the candle came to halt as soft smoke filled the air dancing around in front of the man’s face. Now the only thing illuminating the room was the TV.
Turning his attention back to the couch, a happy smile took shape on his lips. He walked over and nudged her shoulder.
"Scooch, will you? If you're going to complain all night, I might as well endure the torture with you".
With that, the woman only opened one of her eyes, a small smile twitching onto her lips. She moved back to make room, causing him to roll his eyes at her antics.
The two made themselves comfortable on the couch, with the woman laying her head on his chest. He then placed his head on top of hers. He spoke in a much softer voice, as if it was only meant for the two of them to hear.
"Good night sissy," he said in a whispered tone, as Lilith's magic picked up his voice. The woman rolled her eyes, playfully hitting his chest.
"You're such a jerk, I should buy a new brother," she commented with a small laugh and playful roll of the eyes.
The male leaned away with a faked offended, look, before scooting back in. "But really good night," he said after a while as the woman's voice broke the silence.
"What would you do if we just died in our sleep?" she asked, sounding quite sinister even for sinners, watching. Sure enough, the video had caught Charlie's attention a while ago. That made her heart sink, knowing that this scene was about to become painful for the two siblings when they died, there would be no sense of peace. No, it would be complete chaos
"At least I would have you," the male voice was soft and caring as he cradled his little sister in his arms. "You're an amazing person," he continued, "And i can't wait to see who we become in our next life, and if we die in our sleep, this is a good last memory." The woman looked up at her big brother, happy that they were twins. She would not trade their reincarnations for anything, even an afterlife.
"You're so cheesy," she quipped with a grin, leaning her head back on him.
Summary: befriending, a cannibal boy from cannibal colony by your house, seems to have brought an an unwelcome obsessed dear to your doorstep with a big smile 
Pairing:Alastor x reader
You leave the porn studio you work at the door, chiming behind you as usual. You stretch out, your dog ears flopping down on top of your head as always.
"Hello! Are we going straight home today?"
The sound of the little cannibal boy makes you jump in surprise. It's almost as if he likes scaring you!
"God, George, you have to stop that!” You didn’t know living so close to a cannibal colony would cause so many visits from the little boy. You thought it would be good since people often stayed away from there and you didn’t mind all the gore they brought with them.
“Oh sorry, what are we eating tonight?” Yep that’s George as always – he was a cannibal. He had a hunger for meat, but he always asks what the two of you were going to eat, always making it your decision.
"I'm not really sure. What do you want, George?" You and the little boy started walking back in the direction of the supermarket. You had to pick up a few things for your own dinner.
You looked at George in confusion. He had never brought up veal before. You knew he liked chicken and goats, but never veal.
"Ohhh, what's with the sudden change?"
"Well, Rosie had one of her friends over, and they were talking about how it was really good meat, and I want to try it."
It was really sweet that the boy wanted to try something new with you, but personally, you weren't a big fan of eating raw meat. You had kind of had your heart set on tacos.
"Oh, George, I love to try that with you, but maybe Rosie would try it with you. I just think we're gonna have tacos tonight."
George gave you a small head tilt, his way of saying "what's tacos?"
Your eyes widened slightly as you looked out at him. You knew he had never been a part of the human world, but you were sure tacos existed here.
"You've never had tacos before. Well, that's OK. We'll have some tonight and at home. We have leftovers from last night. if you don’t like it"
George smiled and nodded.
At the market, George hung on your leg, and you could feel a few eyes on you. It was certainly out of the ordinary for a kid from the cannibal colony to be hanging on to some random sinner, but no one would come up to make a comment.
Partly, because if anyone stepped too close, George's face would mutate, his teeth sharpening, the sides of his mouth splitting open, and the whites of his eyes turning red. It was kind of like his warning to stay away from his caretaker.
You finished talking to the man in front of you and handed him some money for lettuce, tomatoes, and cheese. Despite you not knowing it, the man took more than half off your order because George was staring at him, just daring him to make you pay full price.
Although his face was always sweet with you, "It's time to go home. You ready?"
George nods his head excitedly. He knows you're much more yourself when others aren't around.
While you were turned around looking for the best ingredients, George had waved to a man behind you, Alastor. He came just to buy meat, but when he saw George hanging all over you, he couldn't help but stop and stare. A part of him was intrigued. George wasn't nice to everyone – in fact, he practically hated everyone in the colony – but with you, he was the sweetest little cannibal ever.
You made George smile, something he had never seen before. Your smile. Well, that was nothing he could sneeze at
“Yes, Rosie, I heard you needed me for some urgent matter." Alastor switched the hand he was holding his microphone and dusted off his coat before turning his attention back to Rosie.
"Yes yes. Thank you for meeting on such short notice, Alastor. It's just George has been missing more and becoming more hostile with others. I'm not so sure what to do about it."
"May I ask how this is different from usual?" Alastor respected his dear friend, Rosie's opinion, but George seemed normal overall at the colony and himself at the market. Well, normal to everyone else besides that wolf sinner that he was clinging to.
"Well, yes, on the surface. But I just realized, when I thought George was just coming home late, he wasn't coming home at all the other day. A few of the woman asked where he was, and he snapped at them."
"Now that I think about it, I did see him in the market a little while ago. He seemed to be with a sinner he like quite a bit. He showed no hostility to her.”
“What did she look like? I've heard a few of the girls talking about George always going out to meet a certain sinner," Rosie asked, Al thought back to the market. Although he only gave you a few spare glances, he could still describe you in detail. It was the happiest he had seen George. He even smiled
Before Alastor could go into any detail, Rose cut him off. "Actually, could you just look and make sure he's okay and could you just have your shadows keep an eye on him for the rest of the night?"
Alastor sighed a little, thinking about how much of a hassle it would be. He didn't have anything else planned tonight. Just checking the hotel to make sure everything was running smoothly. It wouldn't be too much of a trouble he supposed. "It will owe you," Alastor smiled, his smile widening
You started cooking the meat on the stove, George clinging to your leg and grabbing raw pieces of meat here and there. Alastor shadows flashing around the city, landing in front of your kitchen window. There's so many dog demons. The main thing they were looking for was George, though it wasn't hard. Alastor had one of his shadows following you the minute he laid eyes on the two of you.
George's eyes narrowed the first time the shadows flashed past your kitchen window. You were too busy trying to focus on your food and on a podcast playing in the background. It was something about the Hazbin Hotel and what the executioners in heaven would think.
George's nails started to dig into your thigh when you weren’t paying attention to him. It was so random, that you couldn’t help but look down at him in pure confusion. You turned to see George staring directly out the window. You look up, but there’s nothing there – just the city and sinners below. It’s only the fourth floor up. You’re not that high, but it’s still kind of a nice view.
Maybe he was simply getting impatient or nervous about trying a new food. “George, do you want to sit in the living room while I finish making the food? You can change it to whatever channel you want. I’m not really interested in what’s on now.”
George looks up at you with mild confusion but after staring at you for a little while, he clings closer to your leg, burying his face into the side of your hip. The corners of his eyes flick over to the window. He swears he has seen those shadows somewhere… they’re so familiar…
After staring out the window for a little while, George finally wanders into the living room, leaving you to cook in peace. Two of the shadows follow George into the living room while the other three stayed in the kitchen. Two of them couldn't help but admire you, you were pretty. They had to admit. alastor had never had a partner. Sure, people were interested in him, but you were the only person that didn’t have to be killed afterward. It was nice to just admire someone without having to think of killing them.
While the other two were too busy admiring all your features, the third one was left to itself. It had never seen you before; surely you would be one of the sinners that come to the hotel. You were so sweet and kind. It was hard to believe that you were the type to commit murder. You seemed way too motherly to George to be coldhearted. Truthfully, it was a little sad. Alastor would corrupt you in his own sick way, making a deal with you and making you one of his “ponds”.
"George, the tacos are done." You kneeled down to let George take a bite out of the taco just because you didn't know if he would like it at all. It was just the basics with cheese and sour cream. He chewed it slowly, not really sure how he felt about it. He didn't spit it out, but he simply chewed slowly at it. He sniffed it a few times before taking another bite. You knew not to talk to George while he was eating. The entire time was for him to decide if he liked the food or if a texture was off.
You sighed softly, happy that George was eating it. Well, for the time being. He went to the living room with his taco and sat down next to the couch. You never knew why he didn’t sit down until you sat down yourself. After making another basic taco for George, you made yourself two tacos of your own. It was nice having an almost family moment with George. However, once you got into the room and saw George was done with his taco, he already had his fingers licked clean, and he was eyeing you with big eyes for a second.
Before you can question George, your eyes catch a flash of darkness go past the window behind him. It was fast and almost as if someone had been thrown past of the window. However, you couldn't make out any color, any blood, nothing.
"Y/n?" George tugs on your sleeve and climbs up on the couch next to you, cuddling into your side. Though he usually got clingy when he was tired, it seemed that he was less tired and more nervous. You’ve never seen George nervous; he always seems so comfortable around you.
"Yeah, what's up, kid?" You took another bite of your taco as you settled onto the couch. You moved your hand and scratched in between George's horns, gave him a ruffle on his red hair. He seemed to calm down with it.
"I know you try to stay away from the colony, but..." George went silent as he looked for the right words. He never speaks up again. Just kept staring out the window as alastors shadows slowly creep into the room.
"George, if you want to stay around with the colony more, I'm OK with that. I'm sure everyone wants to see you as much as I do."
George looks up at you with almost a sense of betrayal – how dare you ever think that he didn’t want to be around you? Yes, he wants you to meet the colony but he wants you to be comfortable. If alastor is there, though, he doesn’t want you to be scared or overwhelmed…
"No, I want to. I want… can you meet someone from the colony?"
You giggle at George’s nervous face. You would do anything for the boy, even if it meant going out of your comfort zone.
“Of course George. Just, I’m not meeting alastor if that’s what you want. I’d meet anyone else from the colony.”
That was a blatant lie. If he wanted, you would certainly meet alastor.
Just as you said his name, the shadows disappeared, and in place, a yellow wide smile replaced the shadows. His red eyes were directly behind the two of you, staring at the sweet display. He had just finished his talk with Rose. She was going to be thrilled to meet you. Truthfully, he couldn’t wait until he properly met you, either. Maybe the two of you could make a deal.
He wasn't certain either, though it would be nice having you under his control. If anything, you were pretty, and your soul would be a precious addition to his collection of other sinners’ souls.
George was quite quick to devour all the meat off the taco you had set out. The two of you spent the rest of the night watching movies and George telling you endless stories to make you have a good opinion on Rosie, though you already did have a good opinion of her. He had no need to tell you the stories, but it was nice to hear them.
The two of you ended up falling asleep on the couch together, a bit odd considering that George usually complained until you slept with him in your bed. It wasn't hard to carry George around on your hip even while you made morning coffee. You stared out the window while standing by the sink, taking a moment to stare out at the city before remembering that today was your day off. You had plenty of time to enjoy George.
George sat up and looked around, still disoriented from sleep and when he saw you. Immediately, he tucked his head back into the side of your neck and went back to sleep. As your morning had been chosen for you, he wouldn't let you go. You were forced to hold him until he decided he was up and ready for the day.
Around noon, George sat up and cuddled into you, whining about how hungry he was. George acted like a true baby around you, throwing a fit if anyone else was holding him, though with you, he didn’t care. He loved waking up to you, too, since he always spent his nights with you.
After George got something to eat, he remembered your promise from yesterday about meeting Rose.
"y/n, we should go meet Rosie today!"
George jumped up and down well you were busy trying to multitask. You were watching a movie, cleaning the bathroom, and figuring out your work schedule since your boss kept trying to over schedule you. It was the first time you had ever put your foot down about it since George had gotten upset the last weekend when you told him that he couldn’t stay the night because you had to work.
"I don't know… maybe Rosie is busy. I don’t want to bother her. She has an entire colony she’s taking care of," you replied. George pouted and stopped jumping. He stared directly into your eyes. He looked like he was about to burst into tears.
"y/n, you promised me."
"Yeah I know baby. I know that I promised you, but there’s a lot going on right now. Give me a little bit, and we'll go ok?”George nodded his head
After you had finished everything, you were absolutely exhausted. You threw yourself down on the couch. Normally, you would have heard a giggle from George or him running over to jump on your lap after seeing you. However, nothing. You looked around quickly, but there was no George. Did he go back to the colony out of anger? You were going to go, you'd promised him. A promise, or at least one concerning George, was something you would never break. After a little while, you lit a candle and just sat down. You were so exhausted.
You laid for a little while in silence, hearing a light knock from somewhere close and much lighter than the door. You shut off the lights a while ago because they were beginning to irritate your eyes. The only thing you could hear before that was the flame from the candle slowly eating away at the wick. You saw a little glimpse of red hair before George jumped on you. hearing his giggles confirmed that your guess was correct.
Behind George, you saw another shadow. It was much taller than George, and your eyes adjusted a lot quicker now. It was a woman in a big hat with feathers, a short bob cut, and black eyes. She had black lips and wore an old-fashioned dress. You could tell immediately that it was Rosie. While she was nice, she was an Overlord like all of the rest of them. Your knowledge of her was limited to the good things you had heard. You knew that she was kind, but that didn't mean she wasn't in seek of power either.
“hey sorry to wake you here. George is so adamant I come see you now." Rosie walked a little closer to you so that you could see her a little bit better.
"I had a feeling that's what was going to happen," she spoke.
George was looking back and forth between the two of you, a small smile still on his face. The smile has stayed for much longer than is normal.
Seeing Rosie in front of you wasn't very frightening, really. It was like sitting down in front of one of the parents of the kids you used to babysit when you were alive. During the babysitting sessions, parents would routinely give you lengthy background checks, and at the end of the night, sometimes angry fathers would even threaten you if anything happened to their "poor babies." You never let anything happen, though. That would be unthinkable. The situation with Rosie was much more risky. It wasn't simply a threat of bad parenting. You could end up dead.
"Hello, it's nice to meet you," you replied gently. Your voice was a little bit softer than usual, and you took on a tone that was more fragile. You weren't nervous, but it felt as though Rosie was like a towering angry parent.
"Hello dear, I see George likes you quite a bit," Rosie responded, gesturing at the boy in your lap. George looked as happy as could be at the current predicament where two people he respected were meeting each other.
"A few of the others have told me that George likes to sneak out often, never returning until early in the morning," she continued. She had changed her tone at the end. While it was clear that she was wary of you, it was also clear that she was suspicious of you as well.
George's expression changed when Rosie made her statement. A pout soon formed on his lips, quickly corrected by his response.
"no it's not her fault, Rosie. she always tells me that I should spend more time with the colony because it's really important to spend time with all of you. She tells me that we're a family, but she wasn't there, so it wasn't the entire family." George didn't understand that you had not accepted into the colony. You hadn't even attempted to join the colony. You had simply been nice to a little cannibal boy.
Knowing how important the colony was to George, you decided to explain yourself, wanting to make sure he wasn't hurt in the process.
"Rosie, it’s not that I’ve told him to come see me every day. I would much prefer if he spent more days at the colony. He just comes every time he knows my schedule. I understand the importance of the colony. If there’s anything I can do to help, I'll try, but unfortunately, I can’t assure you that he won’t come see me as he has for the last few months."
Rosie's smirk almost looked proud. If you ever tried to join the colony, you would be accepted with no resistance.
"I only ask of you one thing. I wish for you to meet George occasionally at the colonies. I understand that he doesn't sleep as well when you are not around. I want you to go to an establishment one of my friends is putting care into. It's a little care service." George whined, clinging tighter to you in agreement of anything. He was worth it. A home was something easy to lose compared to George's affection.
Though it didn't matter as much, you decided to ask, wanting to be sure you would still be able to keep your apartment.
"Will I still be able to keep my apartment? It's close by, and I'm trying to stay near George. Where is the place you want me to go? I don't mind if it's far away. I just want to be sure I can keep my apartment, but if it isn't possible, I understand." George whined and Rosie smiled. This smile was full of kindness, not just for George but for you as well.
"I will ensure you're able to keep the apartment, but if you aren't, you'll have a home in the colony - even if you aren't a part of it." Rosie said, and the following days would be spent working to keep George comfortable. You would get to know Rosie better and meet a few women at the colony as well. Rosie frequently tried to feed you, remarking on your diet and commenting on how you needed to eat more.
Rosie gave you instructions one day. The location you got to was a worn down building with a broadcasting tower on the side of it. The words "Hazbin hotel" could be seen above the door, though it looked less like a hotel and more like a run down building. You didn't want to be here, but you were willing to sacrifice your desires solely for George's sake. However, this wasn't about fear or being redeemed. It was about you not wanting to separate yourselves from George the same way you had been separated from your old life.
While you were solely focused on George, you didn't notice the red glow coming from the tower, nor did you see the eyes watching you from above. Whoever this individual was, they had a red, hungry look in their eyes as they watched you. They were determined to get your soul one way or another. They just wanted to know how to make that happen.
Summary : you never thought that your standoff-ish attitude and how you learned to behave at Sunshine Academy would backfire on you, especially in this way: having five people obsessed with you was far from easy.
Warning: blood,broken bones, very traumatized reader, vampires, threatening, sketchy jobs/illegal jobs, tell me if I missed any
Description of a Demi humans just in case Demi-humans once looked like animals, but have morphed over generations into human-like beings with animalistic features. story starts below this.I hope you love it or at least like it.🥰😊
If you want a series or something with these characters, please give me ideas or requests as I'm not really sure what to do with them. Additionally, if you see that I have misspelled any names or the spelling isn't similar, please let me know as I'm unsure how to properly spell them and have been winging it myself.
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Since you were six, you lived at Sunshine Academy, trained with Demi-human to serve owners. Occasionally, they allowed humans for tests, experiments, or their underground fighting ring, where many patrons enjoyed watching humans being pummeled to the ground. You survived it all, but the Academy decided to sell you off since you weren't making enough money for them. Everyone knew you'd survive, which ultimately led you to your current situation.
With your best friend becoming a  servant, to two of your five new owners - although you preferred to call them kidnappers - you struggled to adapt to this new life as one of their prized possessions.
Sadly, your indifference toward pain, your fighting skills, your ability to quickly solve problems, and your inability to be vulnerable with anyone besides your best friend - their servant - ultimately ended up pushing them all to the point of obsession. In their minds, you had no flaws except for that one: you didn't know how to be vulnerable with anyone other than your best friend. To them, you were the perfect plaything, and they used your skills and talents for their own benefit.
You also had a good mouth on you, and you weren't afraid to argue back with anyone, especially if you knew you were in the right. This often resulted in all of them being at each other's throats, which could be seen as both a win and a loss for them, and you.
This was a good opportunity to teach them how to share, which of course annoyed all of them. The only reason they were all together was because their mother had important news to share that she wanted to tell them at the right moment. In the meantime, the siblings tried to just sit it out so they could inherit the house. Well, it was not a house—it was a castle, and now, they had to deal with each other's constant presence on a daily basis, which was making them go stir-crazy.
Milmira and Marissa were the oldest siblings, and they were the new owners of your previous best friend, and still your best friend. This meant you spent a lot of time around the two of them, and luckily, they didn't feel like changing the name you had given him (Reiner) so that's the name he stuck with.
When you and Reiner first met, he was the same age as you—four years old. However, he had already been taken from his parents and sold into the Sunshine Academy.
Reiner was a ram Demi-human, and surprisingly enough, the two of you got along pretty well. Reiner was also the main reason you met some of your other friends back at Sunshine Academy.
Reiner, he became a servant to two people who would constantly interrupt your conversations and override the fact that the two of you were even talking. These two people would tell Reiner to either leave the room or to go do a menial task for them. Due to Sunshine Academy's intensive training, Reiner had a sense of loyalty and commitment, and he would do whatever he was told.
Marissa and Milmira were the only twins in the group, and they were used to sharing everything, including you. Without your knowledge, they had come to an agreement that they would also be sharing you. However, this arrangement felt like a complete surprise to you.
That's when you felt that you needed to take a break from them, or, well, try to do so to the best of your abilities. Even though you tried to find ways to distance yourself from them, the siblings had a discussion and decided to take away the room you had been designated. This meant you would have to hop rooms and sleep with one of the siblings or with a servant. However, luckily, you had made a bond with a few servants, which made your situation a little more bearable.
Occasionally, a sweet otter from the kitchen would allow you to share her bed or sleep on the floor in her room. You didn't mind sleeping on the ground, as it was something you had often done at Sunshine Academy. In addition, there was an overly clumsy deer who would let you sleep in his room at times, although it depended on whether he wanted you to or not. Of course, if neither of them wanted you to sleep with them, you would have to go to one of the siblings' rooms or Reiner's.
At times, when you would put up a fit, Reiner would get punished for it. This happened because the punishment would hit close to home for you. Additionally, since your training at the Sunshine Academy made you used to pain from them, they couldn't punish you by breaking bones or anything of that nature.
After a week of being standoffish and grumpy, while Reiner tried to calm you down and get used to his role as a servant, the twins instituted your first punishment: You don't remember much of the punishment itself, except Melmira giving you a soft apology before her fist met your ribs. Although you barely even said anything besides a small "Oh," you felt the crack and heard it, but you didn't move a muscle or indicate any signs of pain.
This unsettled all of them, as they were used to humans screaming in pain, while you just sat there. You didn't even move to stop her hand.
The twins each had very different reactions, as they were used to sharing everything, feelings included. Melissa, on one hand, was torn between feeling awfully proud and excited to see what else you could do, while simultaneously worrying what Sunshine Academy had taught you, as you were a human who shouldn't have been there in the first place. On the other hand, Milmira also felt worried and tried to bring up the topic, only for Melissa to brush it off.
In contrast, Milmira was worried about your closeness to Reiner from the beginning, as your attachment to him hinted at possible unresolved attachment issues. After she had broken your ribs, she became even more certain that something had happened at Sunshine Academy that the rest of the world was not aware of. Milmira was the more gentle and considerate twin.
Marissa and Melissa had vastly different reactions to seeing one of the siblings getting in trouble or drama occurring. While Melissa often wanted to stay out of it or watch from the sidelines, Marissa would cheer it on and add fuel to the fire. Meanwhile, whenever you tried to tell her that these situations aren't anything to be happy about, her excitement would often overpower any reasoning.
This was one of the reasons why the twins often got into long fights with their siblings, as well as one of the reasons they didn't like being in the castle—they were used to traveling and going wherever they liked. This would also be beneficial for their careers, although they had never told you about them, as none of them really informed you about their respective careers.
After a few days, you started to figure out more about them. You were used to studying people, especially since you held a high rank at the Sunshine Academy. On a few occasions, you slipped up and mentioned that you knew more than they had told you, and although no one said anything, your actions implied that you had been watching and studying them quietly.
Although Marissa never really noticed or paid attention to this, Melissa actually did take note. At first, Melissa thought you might just have a good memory or be observant, but now she had her suspicions. She knew that something was up, but she wasn't sure exactly what it was yet. She also didn't know if her siblings had discovered it either.
Krollien also discovered this, and he was the next to give you a punishment. However, before that happened, he decided to give you time for your ribs to heal and see if he could investigate your mysterious past and figure out what it was that you were hiding.
Krollien took this time to get to know you, much to the dismay of his head servant Jessie. You soon learned that Reiner was the twins' head servant, which meant he would have to be around them 24 seven, further limiting his interactions with those outside of this seemingly exclusive group.
This new information made you even more hyper aware of your surroundings, and how the rest of your stay would likely go, although none of them truly saw or noticed anything. You were, after all, quite good at bottling up your emotions, even with them all spending so much time with you.
Just one thing, to continue occupying your mind: why was everyone so upset about being in the castle, and why were they all supposed to be in the castle in the first place? Whatever it was, it seemed like it was taking forever...
While you wanted to figure out everyone and how you fit into their weird life, you knew you'd have to start with Krollien. Even though he was in a bad mood, his mood seemed to lighten when you were around. You soon realized that he hated being in the castle and seeing his siblings everywhere.
Whenever you tried asking him a direct question such as, 'How do you fit in to all of their weird lives? If they were all so obsessed with you and hated each other, how would they share?' He would simply laugh it off and tell you that you'd see in due time.
When he wasn’t trying to spend time with you, he was budgeting and doing other things you didn’t really understand. budgeting especially because at the time he was using terms, you didn’t get understand
In the middle of falling asleep,you would learn he ended up taking a vineyard to live in from one of his clients after not paying him back. this was when you started to have a grasp on what he actually did for work.
You thought you were pretty good at math so occasionally you’d offer to help him with something math involved. this was usually to Jesse’s dismay. as Krollien would always tell her to go away, so he could talk to you for a little bit free of interruptions
Even though this would often result in you teasing Krollien about his nickname for Jesse, which was "Bunny," something that he felt was supposed to demean her, you thought it was romantic and sweet, and you would occasionally bring it up when he annoyed you or if you wanted to annoy him in return. This would often make him frustrated and slightly embarrassed, and his response to this would always make you laugh.
Krollien’s frustration stemmed from the fact that his little sister, Lilybet, would often make the same joke before he left the castle. Although he might have found it amusing at first, it eventually began to grate on his nerves, especially as she continued to do it again and again.
The more she and lilybet got to know each other, the more she started to understand her circumstances. Lilybet didn't have a job outside of training servants - unlike her siblings who all had different illegal and legal jobs. When she wasn't training servants, she was mostly just trying to be the perfect daughter - something her mother did by having her wear very frilly dresses, which she constantly complained to you about.
Now she was starting to understand her siblings' worries, but she decided she would not worry about it too much and simply continue to get to know you. She was still competing with her siblings to see who’s official pet you would be - even though their mother told them to share, they all knew they weren't going to do that.
She especially hated the constant comments from her younger brother, Silus. Although they lived in the same house, there was still a sort of rivalry between them. All of the other siblings had already left and created their own estates, but the two of them remained there, waiting until their mother died to see who would get the estate. Still, this didn't mean there wasn't a lot of tension between them, with Silas always blackmailing her, and she doing the same in return.
Lily had a confusing behavior. After a hard, rough day, she wasn't usually very cuddly and often just wanted everyone to stay away from her. However, she let you stay. Occasionally, she wouldn't let you leave her arms after a really rough day. She would only get more and more annoyed if it wasn't her day with you.
Lilybet genuinely adored you, but when she had heard about her siblings hypotheses of your past could be she was less interested in how it affected you mentally and more about how it changed you physically. She knew you had a pain tolerance that was almost unbelievable. What else could you do? You didn't even flinch when your ribs were broken.
She brought you along on head servants' tests and training - occasionally giving references. One day, she decided that you would be the challenge - not as a real threat, but simply to teach the servants not to judge an opponent simply based on appearances. It happened only once, and something in you did change, although it was brief. For a second, Lilibet was genuinely scared for the servant's life.
Another person also saw you that day - albeit out of curiosity and a bit of fear. You're different than anything else that has ever been created or painted, making you much more intriguing. This made you even more special and the perfect subject to paint.
 Silas was an avid fan of art, specifically his interest in humans. He was very much into tattoos and the beauty of the human body. However, his tattoo-covered body always caused distress among his siblings and the mother. Still, he made it his goal in his business to show exactly that - the beauty of life in all its natural forms.
To you, his way of showing his affection to the world was definitely not beautiful. Silas would beg to differ, though, your days with him were mostly spent with him painting you. While he was kind of.... To put it simply, rude, his head servant told you that this is simply his way of showing he liked you. If he didn't, you would have been dead by now.
Silas didn’t praise often, and he was always filled with snarky responses; teasing manners; and occasional compliments on your features whenever he was painting you. In general, he was rude, and just a person you liked to stay away from. Unfortunately, you were now his household pet. While that word was very demeaning and beneath your status - no, you refuse to believe it - it seemed to be true.
You were not claiming yourself to be above any of the other servants in any way, shape or form. You didn't understand why this was happening to you. Why you had to be the chosen pet? Why not some other human? Why you?
Anyways, let's go back to Silus. We can talk more about the mental torment later.
Silas is very different compared to his siblings. He doesn't care what his mother thinks, and he barely cares about any of his siblings' opinions. His relationships with his siblings are relatively good besides Krollien - the two are completely different and hate each other, as they are complete opposites.
Just like the rest of his family members, he was not exactly a morning person. Silus was also different than his siblings when it came to restraining his strength with you, perhaps because of your past. Whatever the reason, he had a good excuse to not hold back when he was with you.
Whenever you tried to move out of his grasp, he would either pull you closer or tighten his grip on your waist. The twins would always comment on the purple hand marks on you, each sibling having their own way of putting their mark on you. However, these hand marks would last until you were with Silas again, right before he renewed them. These marks weren't even fully healed before they appeared again
Though the marks were not sexual in nature, you hated just lying there in bed. Silas, on the other hand, would happily stay in bed all day, unless it was for his work which he would brag about to you, or when he was painting. You were always his muse, but if you weren't there to model for him, his paintings would usually become inspired by nature instead. The only exceptions were when his siblings intervened because they were not letting him spend all of his time with you.
Silas wasn't always affectionate, but he would show a sudden softer side when it came to you. He would perform actions that were definitely out of character for him, and if anyone made a comment about how he did it for you, but not for someone else, they would not be around for very long afterwards.
Every one of Silas' siblings had their own 'special thing' they would do only for you. This moment only made their mother realize that she may have just made her own life a lot harder. She still saw you as a pet, but she feared that if she didn't have control over all her sons and daughters, they would continue to act as if you were on a pedestal, and she would lose any chance of gaining their true obedience.
Many of the family members, including Lilibet, had opinions on their mother that weren't very positive, many of them negative. Lilibet tried to gain her respect, but it was just for the money, and many of the servants had their own opinions on her - most of the opinions were not positive in the slightest. Their mother knew that you might just be the child who makes them realize that she doesn't offer them as much as they believe. In their minds, she is their mother, after all.
To the mothers, you weren't really much of a threat. You were a lowly human, and she could easily kill you if she wanted to. In the past, she had killed her children's previous human lovers after all. This time, however, something was different. Their infatuation with you quickly grew and turned into an obsession, and they could not seem to get you out of their minds - especially after you became aware of this obsession. It was hard to get five obsessed vampires away from a single human.
Summary: After befriending a new kid at your school, you soon realize your brother only focuses on his girlfriend and partying. you got fed up and decided to ask your new friends for help.
The buzz of your alarm clock woke you up out of your deep slumber. You glanced over at the clock - 5:30. Here comes the rush of your morning. Get up, make breakfast, wake your brother, and wake the kids. Bathe them and get them dressed, make sure they have all their homework done. Then you're part of the morning. You'd usually just let them play while you take a shower, get dressed, do your hair, and double-check that you have everything you need for the day. Out the door at 7:00!
The kids got to school around 10 minutes before they needed to, but the staff there had a schedule with you and your brother. You could drop them off early and they could spend some time in the classroom doing their own thing. Today, you took a few minutes to encourage Sarah and Melanie. The two of them would be giving the new girl attending their school, the tour. Carter didn't really want to walk around with his sisters and a random girl though, so he would just be playing in one of the classrooms.
Your brother didn't accompany you while you were talking to your siblings. Currently, you and him were having a fight, but that wasn't going to stop you from being the best big sister you could as always. You gave your little siblings a kiss and went back to the Jeep.
"you know, it would be nice if you at least got out of the car and put yourself aside for your little siblings."
"Oh, shut it! I'm tired. Me and Olivia were up all night." You whipped your head towards your brother so fast you were sure you'd get whiplash.
Recently, all that had been talked about was your brother's girlfriend Olivia. You had nothing against her; she was a sweet, loving girl. However, your brother was skipping shifts while still begging you to clock in for him. You were basically working double time because of him.
On top of that, when you got home, you had to take care of two sick little girls and a cranky little boy who was trying to make sure his sisters were okay. Yet, your brother still had the audacity to complain about it.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm trying to take care of a family, while working, and making sure my little siblings are okay. Melanie has cancer, and Sarah's hydrocephalus doesn't exactly make everything all okay with her. We're lucky Carter doesn't have anything similar, or we wouldn't be able to pay for food, the rent, school, hospital bills. You don't care about any of that though, just Olivia!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, but I don't want to spend my entire life with my annoying sister and little siblings that, honestly, could just die for all I care."
The last thing you wanted to hear was your brother ranting about everything, especially bringing kids into it. These were your little siblings, the last trace you had of your parents, and the fact that he just wanted them to die hurt.
The rest of the car ride, you were quiet, crying out of your window, happy you decided not to put on makeup this morning, otherwise, this would be a whole other scene.
When the two of you pulled up to school, you grabbed your bag up from the floor and jumped out of the jeep, slamming the door behind you. The first person you saw that day was Olivia, running up to the car. She looked like she was going to give you a hug, but then second-guessed herself and went to your brother’s side of the car instead.
She probably noticed how upset you were and realized that it wasn't her place to comfort you, since the two of you hadn't always been on the best terms.
In your distress, you didn't notice the new fancy cars parked next to you, until now. As you stormed past, you could make out the people inside. The first car closest to you had a blonde with slightly wavy hair wearing a floral green top, a white scarf, and jeans. They were pretty pale, just like the guy on the passenger seat. You didn't give them more than a glance as you continued to walk across the parking lot.
When you got closer to the school building, you saw your two closest friends standing there - Chris and Crystal.
Crystal was the first to notice the tear stains on your cheeks. Chris was too oblivious, pulling you into a hug. It was exactly what you needed. After an argument with your brother, you knew they wouldn't ask any details or harp on it too long.
Although the company of your friends was comforting for you, it wasn't for the people sitting in their cars behind you -
Jasper and Bella, sitting in the parked cars behind you, had their eyes closed, just to make sure nothing happened once you went inside with your friends. As soon as you stepped inside, they opened their eyes again,
You were quiet as you watched your two best friends chatting while walking down the hallway. The tiredness was starting to slowly set in, but you weren't too worried about that. Even your teacher had made an agreement with you. As long as you got good grades, she would let you sleep in class. So, you tried to engage in the conversation as much as you could, even if it made you exhausted, as it usually did talking to the two idiots you called friends.
"No, I'm saying Natalie and her roommate disappeared." Natalie was one of the popular girls in school. You weren't friends with her or her roommate, but this was where the gossip would usually go.
"Maybe something happened to Natalie's roommate and she's just looking after them," you added to the conversation, providing your own speculation.
"No, no. Well, maybe, I guess no one knows. Did you guys hear? Sounds like we might be able to get out of a little bit of work in gym today. It sounds like we'll just be sparring and you know how the gym teacher is. He's so sexist - he won't let any of the girls participate," Crystal always hated gym class. Her excuse was she had really bad hand eye coordination.
"Uhhhhh." Chris was obviously not excited to fight one of his friends in front of a bunch of girls.
"Yup," Rose teased, throwing an arm around your waist, and pulling you into her. If Chris decided to hit her, this was always her ploy to use you as a human shield.
"Alright, alright. You idiot, let me go to class." Crystal walked away, heading for her Spanish class and telling Chris that she'd see him in gym.
You walked into your English class, saying hello to your teacher, and took a seat at your usual table. You didn't like sitting next to the window, so you took the seat right next to it. No one usually sat around you because well, you wouldn't be much help. You usually just fell asleep and as you did everyday, you put on your hood and put your head down in your arms.
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Everything for English went perfectly smooth, even with you sleeping through the entire class with your notebook under your arm. Jasper took down notes for you, periodically looking at the clock to look at your reflection. Bella sat behind you, staring at the clock for the majority of the class. if you had been awake, you would've thought she'd had enough of school already, or she just really wanted to see her partner. You'd seen Divine do it multiple times before, and it could only be assumed it was the same for Bella.
Next was Biology to, as usual, you sat by yourself. Usually, you'd pair up with some acquaintances that you had in that class, For this class, you were sitting next to one of the new students, Emmett.
Seeing him immediately brought you back to the parking lot, You just stared straight ahead, deep in thought, not taking in a word your teacher said, as you thought about what happened earlier that morning.
You scanned the room, and sure enough, you were able to recognize the girl who was sitting with Emmett in the car. She was pretty and had paper-white skin, something you hadn't noticed when you were walking past her. Maybe it was because your eyes were blurry with tears?
A small part of you was kind of worried, though. It wasn't even possible for some one to be that light. Maybe vitiligo, or a lack of sunlight? Or, maybe they just didn't go out a lot?
But before you could think too much on it, the professor started the lesson. Today, you were going over chemical bonds. It sounded complicated from what you could gather before you started to space out. In the corner of your eye, you noticed that Rosalie and Emmett had a close eye on you.
What did their proximity to you mean? You had no idea, but as you started to space out on the lesson, you couldn't help but pay more attention to the duo than anything else in the class.
"When you think of bonds, you may not think of ions, like most people you probably think of bonds between people - like-." After that, the professor started speaking again, although, just like earlier, you started to space out as soon as he did once again.
It seemed like he wasn't planning on giving a long spiel and was going to give you a paper or partner work regardless. Either way, you were pretty sure that spacing out wouldn't hurt that much. You'd already slept through English today, and you'd been fine.
You ended up resting your hand on the table as you began gazing into one of the walls. Sitting in the back middle of the class, it was pretty much far-fetched for the teacher to notice you and call you out. On top of that, the majority of teachers knew of your home arrangement and would give you much more leeway than the rest of your classmates.
Your hand on the table felt like something was slowly taking away some heat. It started at your pinky and a little bit of your wrist. When you glanced over to your new table-mate, you saw that he had his hand next to yours and was tapping the table.
What do you make of this? Do you just keep staring ahead? Or, do you try to get a better look at what he's doing and maybe even talk to him? Just as all these questions started to swirl around in your brain the teacher told all the students that they would be choosing partners. 
As kids scattered around the classroom to find a partner, you noticed your table mate quickly look over at the girl from the parking lot. Their gaze was intense and it looked like they were whispering or mouthing something to each other. The motion was almost fluid, it was as if they were having a personal conversation of some sort. But, they weren't yelling or getting loud, and the situation was so tense that you had the impression that they were discussing something else... like, a secret! What was it about though?… As your table mate moved his hand, his arm flexed and muscles contracted, as if he was holding back from reaching out to you or trying to make some point or comfort himself. You couldn't quite tell what his motive was, but something was definitely on his mind...and it made you curious.
"Hey there!"
Nella was as sweet as her nickname and was not like any of the other students who treated new students like freaks at a circus. She had a natural gift for making friends anywhere she went.
"So I was wondering," Nella says. "But it's all up to you." She pauses, "I know you don't really like partnering up with people you're not really comfortable with, and I totally get that."
"But," she continues, "I was thinking, maybe one of us," she gestures to you and herself, "each could partner up with one of the new kids?"
You nod in agreement, as the group of remaining students breaks out into hushed chatter, discussing partnerships and strategies.
A small, nagging voice in the back of your mind was telling you this was a mistake, but it was too late now. Nella was already off to find the girl from the parking lot. It made you feel awful that that was all you really knew about her.
You turned to see your table mate, his eyes fixated on you. Everything in you told you that this was a bad decision and you were right. He asked the question you feared, only serving to confirm your suspicions.
"So we're partners?" his voice sounds off. Though you've never heard him speak before, something feels wrong. The way he spoke...it was weird.
Fear and worry took hold of you as he asked the question, afraid that you had made a mistake.
"No, this is all in my head," you tell yourself. "I'm being paranoid. There is nothing to worry about; I'm probably just on edge since I've been feeling so emotional all day."
Then, you hear your table mate ask you a question, which makes your heart start racing all over again.
"so what's your name? I don't think you've told me yet." His tone was so friendly, that you almost forgot what you were panicking about.
"Y/n, what's your name?" You're noticeably calmer now and are actually able to focus on your partner. You decide to ignore those intrusive thoughts and take a deep breath to remain in control.
"I'm Emmett," he says, "and your friend is partnered with Rosalie" he adds, as if that explains everything. The fact that he dropped that information without any sort of preamble makes you wonder if he was just making a casual observation or maybe he noticed you were kind of nervous up
As the class continued, you were mostly tuned out. However, you were surprised to realize that Emmett was doing most of the work. It was as if your table mate had a hidden talent for understanding this stuff that you just couldn't comprehend.
Rosalie also caught your attention; she frequently looked over at you, but it was never nerve-racking or intimidating. It felt...natural and normal.
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 In your Spanish class, you need to discussed something with Crystal. You anxiously rocked back-and-forth on your heels, waiting for her outside English classroom. You always walked together, and you needed someone to talk to about your feelings and how weird class was.
You also felt uncomfortable with the way the town perceived the new kids. They gave you bad vibes, and you just couldn't fully trust them.
Although Crystal wasn't the first one out of the classroom, a new girl was. You had never seen her around, so you suspected she was new to town.
When she spotted you, the new girl quickly stopped in her tracks. She bit her bottom lip and quickly continued walking.
Although you hadn't spoken a single word to the new girl, you could tell there was something else in her mind. It seemed like she wanted to approach you, but was hesitant to do so...
And before you knew it, Crystal was right in front of you with a small smile pulling at the corner of her lips, hoping you would indulge in the drama.
"She's a bit strange, isn't she?" Crystal whispers and pauses for a moment. "She goes by the name of Alice, and we are sitting next to each other."
With that, Crystal quickly moves on. Beginning to walk to Spanish class.
"Well, in every single one of my classes there's been a new student, and I was partnered with one of them. Alice seemed pretty okay, so maybe you should just give her a chance."
You paused, unsure of what to say next. You felt so anxious and stressed out by the whole situation, but you didn't want to sound like you were complaining or making excuses.
So instead, you decided to keep it quick and concise. "I've been a little stressed out lately and the new kids don't really help."
"God, it's your brother and Olivia again. I hate them," Crystal says in an annoyed tone. "I know they're in love or whatever, but she can't just throw away all the responsibilities he has."
She got really upset when it seemed like someone was screwing you over, especially with Olivia since the two of them hadn't gotten along too well. You, however, felt conflicted. You understood your brother's anger, but your siblings would be distraught if they heard what he had said.
You tried to keep your attention on Crystal, but you kept getting sucked back into your own thoughts. After getting thrown back into your thoughts for what felt like the hundredth time, a tap on your shoulder brought you back to reality. You looked over at Crystal, who now wore a bright red flush on her cheeks.
As you looked over, you saw a new student. He was a tall, buff guy, obviously Crystal's type. His teeth were sharp, and his hair looked greasy, like he'd been sweating.
"Excuse me, could you tell me where Spanish is?" he asked. His tone came across as a bit demanding and harsh. You didn't know what his problem was, but you were quick to jump as he seemingly appeared out of nowhere.
He quickly apologized for scaring you. He explained that he was in a rush, which was why his tone sounded a bit harsh. He was just kinda frazzled, since he didn't really know anyone in his new school.
In that moment, Crystal shot her shot and began trying to push you out of the conversation. She knew you were stressed, and she wanted to take control of the situation.
Jacob and Crystal continued their conversation as they walked to Spanish class together. Although his eyes occasionally gazed your way, you felt comfortable; it wasn't the same as everyone else looking at you with some weird thing in their eyes.
Jake was enjoying the conversation; he seemed comfortable and happy to talk. He reminded you of the time when your brother and you were on the same team and felt like the two of you could take on anything together.
Once you made it into the classroom, you moved to your seat. You typically went on autopilot at this point, distracted by your daydreams. But today, you were having just a little too much fun eavesdropping on Jake and Crystal's conversation
Slowly but surely, Crystal and Jake make their way to you. If Jake had been in a different Spanish class, you were positive Crystal would have followed him.
you decided it would be better if you stopped eavesdropping and simply let your eyes wander around the classroom. You were curious to see if your conspiracy theory about every single one of the new kids being in your classes was actually true...
And sure enough, one of the new students was Alice from before. Her eyes seemed to stare at you with a blank, empty expression. It was almost as if she was dead, like a zombie, waiting for the right moment to pounce. Before you could give it too much thought, you grabbed your pencil pouch and laid out a few of your favorite colors on your desk.
This class wasn't your favorite, and you typically stuck to monotone colors when taking notes. But this could be an exception, especially because Alice was sitting so close to you.
Jake and Crystal's conversation began to taper off as Jake continued to look down at his phone. His eyes occasionally lingered on you and Alice , but you were only getting most of this information from Crystal.
Since the lesson had already begun, you chose to pay attention to what Miss Glosson was teaching. Despite all your curiosity about the new students, you decided it was best to try and focus on studying instead of getting distracted.
As Crystal and Jake's conversation died off, Allison and Jake were now involved in their own stare down. Each of them waited for the other to make the first move, deciding between who would finally budge and move.
Edward had been sending everyone texts throughout the day detailing your thoughts. You had a really bad gut feeling and you felt like this whole situation was kind of freaking you out. However, the Cullens were known for their stubbornness and unwillingness to do what they didn't want to do, The hardest thing was that Jake didn't want to see the same thing happen to you as it did to Bella. You were anxious and had your own issues to deal with. You didn't need a clan of vampires desperate for your attention, especially not with their abilities.
The Cullens were stubborn, especially when they wanted something. This was going to turn out to be way more than Jake thought it would be.
At some point, Alice finally broke when she looked at you and then down at her phone. Jasper and Edward both texted her, presumably worried about your weird vibes and how odd they made you feel.
Jasper expressed concern over your emotions, saying they were "off."
Edward also weighed in, saying you were going through a lot. He mentioned your worries about your family, school, and also made a mention about the staring contest between Alice and Jacob, which was definitely not helping your stress levels. There was always a slight hint of mint whenever you were thinking about school, and your family, The flavor either varied between vibrant, cherry, or strawberry for positive thoughts, or sour for negative feelings.
When you were stressed in particular, it was a bland flavor. A taste that was salty and extremely stale, like everything just went away. An empty void of flavors. It was almost like eating food without salt or any seasoning. Like a stale bread crust, devoid of any flavor.
At some point, Alice finally broke when she looked at you and then down at her phone. Jasper and Edward both texted her, presumably worried about your weird vibes and how odd they made you feel.
Jasper expressed concern over your emotions, saying they were "off."
Edward also weighed in, saying you were going through a lot. He mentioned your worries about your family, school, and also made a mention about the staring contest between Alice and Jacob, which was definitely not helping your stress levels. There was always a slight hint of mint whenever you were thinking about school, and your family, The flavor either varied between vibrant, cherry, or strawberry for positive thoughts, or sour for negative feelings.
When you were stressed in particular, it was a bland flavor. A taste that was salty and extremely stale, like everything just went away. An empty void of flavors. It was almost like eating food without salt or any seasoning. Like a stale bread crust, devoid of any flavor.
Alice couldn't believe what was happening. She couldn't believe Jake was staring at her like she had anything harmful in mind towards you. She was there to protect you, to cherish you, to do anything for you.
How dare he think she could do something to harm you?! It was crazy to even think she could do anything like that. That was just ridiculous and out of the question.
Jacob finally looked down at his phone. He almost snarled at the way the Cullens talked about you. They spoke about you as if you were already part of the family, like you had already accepted their offer.
The fact that Jasper talked so freely about your emotions made Jacob even more frustrated. Just because he could taste them, didn't mean he should discuss them so openly. Your home life was not just an open topic for the Cullens to talk about freely with each other.
As Alice suddenly stood up without asking permission, she nearly threw the door off the hinges while leaving. Jake, on the other hand, followed after her, not to comfort her, but to scold her for her outburst.
This whole ordeal confused both yourself and Crystal. You were both directly behind Alice and the door. When she threw the door open, it ended up scaring the hell out of you both.
As Alice left the classroom, she knew she scared you. Edward and Jasper had been texting her non-stop.
Jasper hated the new taste in your mind. It was overpowered with cinnamon and something sour, like a lemon. The tastes didn't blend well at all.
Upon seeing Jake follow her, you’d thought they'd be back-to-back arguing, but it appeared they weren't. Instead, the moment Alice was out of your vicinity, she took off running down the hallway, much faster than she should have.
Humans might not have been able to see a blur like Alice, but she was moving so quickly that she was just barely detectable. The hallway cameras were mostly for show, and Jake knew that Alice was headed towards the elementary school that was just nearby. When Alice was looking for something that reminded her of you, she opted for the elementary school.
It wasn't far , and the elementary school wasn't very big or important in itself. But it was a place that would remind Alice of you. well, your little siblings reminded Alice of you would be more correct
Once Alice arrived at the elementary school, she stopped outside of one of the windows and looked inside. She was able to see right into your sibling's classroom. Renesme was also inside the classroom.
Even though Renesme technically shouldn't be put into the school yet, the Cullens had found a way to make it happen. They knew that it would give them an excuse to see you just a little bit more. It also helped further cement Renesme's place in the family, which was a plus.
When Alice looked into the classroom, she saw Sarah and Melanie playing dolls with Renesme. Carter occasionally tried to insert himself into the game, either by slamming a dinosaur into the doll or sneaking in toy cars here and there.
Renesme was having a great time. She had never had the opportunity to play with kids who were the same age as her or looked the same age as her. Even though she wasn't taught everything she needed to be a part of human society, it still brought Alice great comfort watching Renesme enjoy herself.
Even though Renesme was a definite bonus, she wouldn't completely calm Alice down. If she was Bella, then seeing her kids and a small dose of you and your siblings' bone structure would have definitely calmed her down. However, since she wasn't Bella, Alice was thinking about requesting Jasper to come see her
Before Alice could do anything, Jake arrived. He walked all the way to the elementary school to follow her.
"You look like a total creep, standing in front of a school and peering in through the window," Jake said.
"If you're trying to be subtle, you're doing horrible, and Edward, standing outside the classroom? Seriously? Can she have any privacy?" Jake continued.
It's not our fault," Alice said defensively.
"It's only way for Edward to hear her thoughts. If he couldn't, then this process would be moving much more quickly."
Alice then continued, "If you don't like the speed we're moving now, then you definitely wouldn't like it if it was moving at the same speed that we're thinking..."
She explained that it wasn't their fault. Even though Alice understood Jake's thoughts, she still felt that the Cullens deserved more of a chance.
It's not my fault," Alice said. She defended her position once more. "It's the only way Edward can hear her thoughts."
"Edward got really crazy last time when he couldn't hear Bella's thoughts at all," she continued.
Alice also seemed bothered by Jake's constant input. "Why do you always have to insert your opinion into everything," she said.
Jake and Alice had retreated into the nearby woods. They had spotted a teacher watching them and saw Renesme looking at them out of the corner of her eye.
The fight had not ended, and in fact, there was no end in sight, as the two sides seemed pretty determined to stick to their own opinions.
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As soon as gym class started, it was time for the boys to spar. Chris was paired up with Emmett for this, while all the girls were required to sit on the bleachers.
Bella and Rosalee was sitting behind you, while Crystal was right next to you. You had been leaning on her shoulder, curled up in a ball.
This was the first time in a few days where you just felt so tired. You wanted a break from life's craziness
Suddenly, you felt a cold hand over your forehead. You jerked back abruptly, as the person who touched you was concerned.
"Are you getting sick? You're burning up."
You quickly denied it, trying not to even think about the possibility. There was no way you could be sick right now, not with everything else going on. You had a doctor's appointment to get to in just 30 minutes. You just couldn't be sick.
"No, no, no."
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Author note 
So sorry this took so long because I had been lacking motivation, which has made life very hectic and difficult. I realize there's a lot more that I need to add, and this is already a lot to begin with. However, there will be another part. Rest assured it may just take a while
Your life wasn't exactly easy, but no one's life is, considering the fact that because of your past you had a holy weapon… so, yours may be a little bit worse. But you didn't know anyone else's situation, so you couldn't say for sure. If you had it your way, you wouldn't even be alive, but you have friends you can tolerate, and one best friend you truly adore.
While you were certainly not the model citizen, you still did have a group of friends who cared about you. You got high multiple times a day, always had weed or edibles on you, and liked going to random clubs with your pals. When not out having fun, you were drinking or doing something else illegal, but no one would judge you for it. You were just having a good time, and that's all that really mattered.
You had a lot of friends around you, and your best friend loved to partake in reckless behavior with you. One day, after tripping really hard together, she suddenly walked into traffic. You weren't able to grasp the severity of the situation, as you were too high to understand how serious it was. When you finally snapped out of it, it was too late. You never fully recovered from the loss of your best friend, and the trauma of witnessing her death in front of your eyes. You struggled to find meaning in life without her by your side.
As you mourned the loss of your best friend, you struggled to cope and ended up turning to substance abuse. Your friends tried their best to help you, but you never fully opened up to them due to the pain of losing Annalee.
Two years later, your self-destructive behavior finally caught up to you, and you suffered from liver failure and overdosed. Your friends were devastated, as they knew how much you had been struggling since Annalee's passing. They also knew that Annalee had the ability to understand you better than anyone else, even before your own self.
As you waited in line, you were terribly bored. You looked around and noted that all of the things around you gave off a demonic or angelic feeling. Whenever you made eye contact with any of these creatures, they would roll their eyes or snarl angrily. Everyone else in line would jump in surprise, and kept their heads down. You, however, were not so easily spooked, and found it odd that everyone else was following such a weird rule. It seemed like putting your head down was too demeaning, like it was a sign of submission.
Summary: the Prince is not as kind and charming as he seems - he's actually a sinister individual, willing to go to extremes to have you to himself. In the end, his deeds lead to devastation and destruction,
 Warnings: death, obsessed, prince 
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You sat next to your window sill.If you were at home, you would be sitting on it, but here you could not. At that time, you were sympathizing with all of your fellow peers, your fellow outcasts.
You understood how they felt. In a way, you could relate to them, as you have felt the feeling of being an outcast at some point. Deep down, however, there was something telling you not to trust the Prince. As a result, your happiness began to waver, and you feared a bad ending, instead of the happy endings commonly found in fairy tales.
The Prince showed his love for the Princess by making her happy and treating her as his equal, running the land side-by-side with her. This is something you craved and wanted - to be wanted and loved in that manner. In a way, you also wanted to enjoy simple treats together and create lasting memories, just like in the stories you had heard involving fairytales and romances. You desired to be with someone who wanted you and made you feel important, more than anything else.
However, the only thing that lingered in your mind was the words spoken by the noblewoman, warning you that you would regret getting into a fight with her. It was indeed possible that she spoke to a higher authority, such as the prince, but in any event, the Prince continued to treat everyone relatively the same, regardless of any special relationship he might have had with the noble.
Although he had a certain degree of standoffishness toward the group overall, the Prince was sweet with others when alone together on dates. A part of you wanted to just allow him to take you out and have a good time, while another part of you was wary. That part was telling you to avoid any interactions with the Prince, as it could be dangerous. You were seated, looking out over the sunset. In a few minutes, you were sure that someone would come to collect you for the date.
Your mind was becoming clouded due to the many thoughts that were racing around in your head. You knew that you had to back away but were unable to do so. As you sat, the sound of a knock came from the door, and you slowly walked over to it. It was a maid, coming to collect you. “Show the way…”, you said, and the maid nodded before leading you out of the room to meet the Prince for your date.
Today, you were wearing a beautiful green dress that gently floated around you, yet still retained the structure and layers that made the skirt voluminous. The dress was unique and stylish yet still traditional enough to conform to the standards of the Royal Court. it was one of your favorites. 
The maid led you through the halls, allowing you to observe your surroundings while you waited to meet the Prince. You admired the artfully hand-sewn designs on the paintings and outfits. You stopped in front of the library, which was connected to the garden, one of your favorite retreats where you would have time to yourself.
The maid left you here to open the doors by yourself. After gathering your courage, you softly opened the door to find the Prince waiting for you with a book opened in front of him. The book was one that you had been reading a few days ago. Although you had only mentioned the author in passing, the Prince had asked about its quality and decided to read it halfway through. You were taken aback to discover that the Prince had taken the time to read a book you had recommended to him.
As his green eyes looked up at you with a sweet expression, you weren't sure how it was possible for him to experience love for someone who he didn't truly know yet. You felt the ache of not being able to find true love in your life, even though you were longing for it. His look of endearment and the emotions it evoked inside of you caused you to dream of what could be.
The prince softly spoke, 'Please come sit with me, my dear.'" He was seated at a table closest to the windows that looked out over the garden, and the setting sun created a beautiful backdrop. A few books you had mentioned in previous conversations were lying there, and the scene was almost too perfect.
When he saw your eyes on the book, He spoke again. For some reason, he seemed quite nervous, as if this was truly a first date.
I wasn't sure what books you had read yet, and I have heard you say something about these I also added a few of my favorites, but I can understand if they're not your style.
Your smile is a little awkward, but you took a deep breath and sat down. A happy smile pulled on the princes lips.
You picked up one of the books on the table - a history book. You didn't often hear much about the history of the land, but the Prince's eyes practically lit up the moment you touched the book. You knew that Royals needed to know about their land's history to some extent, but this book was dated 18 hundred years in the past - far back by any standard. It seemed to hold ancient stories that have been mostly forgotten in modern day.
the Prince utter, 'That's actually a very good book. It's one of my favorites. It actually got me thinking more about our history. Its stories are quite fantastical to many people, but I believe that all of it is true. That's why I feel that witches and pharaohs existed at that time, yet other people think differently. Have you ever questioned something like that? Has that thought ever crossed your mind? Or am I just crazy?'
His eyes looked apologetic, as if he realized during his ramble that he had spoken too much. you knew that it was impolite not to answer, yet part of you commanded you to give a quick response, nothing that was too elaborate or in great detail.
“I believe in such things. I don't think there are many, if any, in the present day and age, but we don't know for sure about back then," you replied. The Prince seemed happy with your response, and the two of you continued to talk about books, history, and other subjects. You gave him short responses a few times, but it was clear that the Prince was uncomfortable with the silence. You could tell that he wasn't a fan of the awkwardness.
At some point, the moon became noticeable, rising up in the sky. Its appearance reminded you of a part in your book where the characters danced under the moonlight in a small garden. It made your heart ache, as you wished you had the same thing as them - even if it was just imaginary. You were desperate for that kind of love, but you couldn't say for sure. It hurt your heart and you wanted it so much, whether it was real or not.
You continued to read the book and realized that you and the Prince were on the same page. His eyes seemed to focus on yours, as if he was waiting for your permission to speak. You were surprised when the Prince suddenly got up, and made his way towards the double doors that led to the garden. As he opened the door, his attention turned back to you - almost as if he was the main male character from the book, and you were the one who was supposed to step out of the page.
The prince couldn't help but laugh as he extended his hand for you to take. Even though something eerie inside you warns you to be cautious, he pulls you out of the garden and into the stance of one of the royal dances. As you stammer out your response and confess that you don't know how to dance, he smiles and says, 'Oh, it's fine, my love. I promise I can help you dance. I don't mind if you step on my feet. Clumsiness is quite an adorable trait!'
As you danced under the moonlight, it was hard to ignore the chemistry between the two of you. Your heart raced with each glance that he gave you, and the moment felt more romantic than you expected it to be. The Prince's gaze seemed to take your breath away, and you were left with a sense of giddy excitement as you danced the night away with him.
The moonlight spilled down upon the two of you as you danced. The leaves were slowly falling, and the wind was gently blowing your hair around. You felt like you were true lovers, until you remember - you were just his subject. He had spent the night with many other female outcasts. He didn't care for your heart - he simply wanted to take what he desired. He took your heart and spirit, and when he dipped you to kiss, he caught a glimpse of the hate in your eyes. He could not understand why.
He seemed confused as he noticed your confusion in his eyes. The rest of the night became awkward, and he soon tried to ask you back to his room. You denied his request, which caused something in him to change.
"Why?" he asked strongly. You attempted to argue that you weren't comfortable with it, but before you could elaborate further, his hands were harshly clamping down on your wrists and pulling you closer to him. You felt trapped and confused as your heart raced.
"What do you mean?" he barked, seeming offended by your refusal. "I've been with you all day - we even danced in the garden, even though you're a horrible dancer. Someone should teach you basic things like that. Now you're refusing my attempt to bed you. Do you know your place? Who do you think you are?”
Everyone in the village talked about how rude the Prince was, especially about his charming ways and disregard for those who refused him. You couldn't ignore the discussion and felt something as a result of it, your eyes slowly filling up with tears without cause. You felt no love or sadness towards him. You were upset by the Prince's assumption that you would easily fall for a man like him, and you intended to give him a piece of your mind before heading to your room. You no longer cared about the consequences of your actions at this point.
"You may be a Prince, but you act horribly. This is the real you, the part I saw before your fake persona. I don't understand why anyone would want to be with someone like you. You deserve the noble woman you have befriended - you are equally horrible and deserve one another. "I would never sleep with someone like you," you say as you quickly walk to your room alone and leave him reeling in shock. As you enter your room, the entire time you are left wondering - did he seriously think you would just agree?
You were the last of the Outsiders to be taken on a date by the Prince, and although you were all supposed to have some sort of meeting to decide who would stay for future dates and who would not, the Prince seemed to have slipped into a weird sort of depression. None of you saw him for a long time - not even his closest companions, like his sister or best friend. Some of his other lovers begged to make sure he was okay, while you felt both annoyed and relieved to be away from him.
You were confused as to why everyone was so upset - the Prince had only been absent for a few weeks - was that really enough time to cause this much of a fuss? You figured he was OK, and were glad that you didn't have to see him or interact with him right now anyway.
You knew that the Prince had done or said something to the noble woman from before, as she now came around more often than she used to. She never said anything to you directly, just stared at you and mumbled something under her breath. You didn't really care, however - you had other things on your mind, and didn't place any importance on whatever she said.
After much waiting, the meeting finally occurred, and the Prince finally appeared. You weren't sure what to think - he seemed... different.
The long-awaited meeting finally took place, although it occurred in the boardroom, not the ballroom, as you expected. You were just ready for it to be over - you had heard rumors that the Prince would be explaining why you were staying or leaving. However, with your outburst before, you were fairly certain that you wouldn't be staying, especially since two guards were in the room with you, and you had a strange sense about this whole situation.
After a few minutes of waiting, the guards finally organized everyone into a line. The prince soon arrived, and although he looked disheveled, it wasn't anything that stood out. He quickly surveyed the room before addressing the assembly.
The prince greets the lineup of women with a cool, "Hello, ladies." He begins with Sarah, stating, "The date was lovely, but sadly, I cannot see you as someone to be in my life. Your lack of qualities and even your face are reasons i cannot rule with you by my side. I'm sorry, but it simply cannot be." Sarah looks completely crushed, especially after the Prince's insulting comment about her appearance. The Prince was acting as if he was above everyone in the room.
While the Prince continued, you held back the urge to intervene. But then, you heard a loud bang. Sarah had collapsed on the floor with a bullet through her head. What? Why had this happened? Why would he kill her? You were completely frozen, your mind spinning and unable to comprehend what had happened. What was going through his mind to make him commit such a terrible act?
The prince greeted Julia with more of his cockiness and an annoyed tone. 'I did not enjoy our date, and I don't like your attitude or physical features. I prefer to be with someone who is more pure and not so ugly when they cry.' Julia's tears were flowing freely now - the Prince's reasons seemed pointless and common. What's more, why was the Prince killing women over reasons like these?
You couldn't make sense of it and the Prince continued, his eyes briefly meeting yours before turning to your best friend. 'Summers, it was nice, I suppose, but you're too wrapped up in drama. The only thing you could talk about was what you wanted. It's truthfully dreadful hearing someone so selfish. And something so selfish coming from a commoner at that. You're also not attractive - I don't like your hair, or the shape of your nose, eyes, or breasts.'
You tried to ground yourself, to move and argue, to say...something - anything - as you heard the loud thud of your best friend falling to the ground. You were completely helpless, as the Prince continued down the line of girls, his coldness and indifference continuing. You struggled to process what was happening, unable to do anything to help or stop it. The Prince proceeded down the line, your mind trying desperately to figure out how to end the pain and suffering of the other women still awaiting their turn.
As the Prince continued, you felt a wave of anxiety wash over you, fearing for your sister's life as the Prince drew closer towards her. In your panicked state, you tried to think back to what had led you to this moment - maybe you should have trusted yourself and declined the date in the first place? Maybe you were upset that you didn't get along with the noblewoman, or that you were upset because of how chaotic your mind had grown? You just were not sure what else was to blame for this horrible dream-like situation.
It was your turn now, your sister standing behind you, practically cowering. Her arms were linked with yours, as she was unable to speak coherently, stuttering softly as a result. The Prince merely looked at you with a soft smile, as if recalling a fond memory. He then turned to look at your sister, with his expression quickly turning to disgust.
Autumn, as my date, I must admit I didn't like any of it. In fact, there is truly nothing about you that I like." The Prince turned to face the guards with a cold and detached expression. "Only kill the woman who I have commented on. As for the other, there will be other uses for her." With that, your sister was killed, and you held her dying body in your arms as the Prince continued along the lineup. You had no idea how many women remained or what you could do.
The Prince seemed to display a different side of him towards you as he held you in his embrace. Although you were still covered in blood from the previous women he had slain, the Prince held you tightly and spoke softly, in stark contrast to the cruel and cold tone used with the other girls. 'All of this was meant to be...all planned...' he said. His words pierced your mind and caused you to shiver.
The Prince mumbled an order, "Burn them." With a deep breath, he pressed his nose to your hair and smiled slightly, saying, "You smell wonderful." However, he also wished that there was more of you. That night, he planned on taking you on a perfect date, and was determined to not let you run away. You would make it a night to remember, and it seemed that he had grown fond of the library in the garden - a place that hadn't previously interested him before, but since that night, he had fallen for you.
He would make sure that the dates involved that, not all of them, but whenever you were upset. And before you knew it, he was slowly leading you back to his room and placing you in a soothing bath, joining you and practically attached to your hip. You weren't quite sure what to make of it - it was so strange to you, and you felt more confused than anything else, not knowing whether to be shocked or to feel at ease in his presence.
He believed the shock that you felt was simply the result of his choosing you - in his mind, there was little for you to accept or question. However, as you sat in the soothing bath, enjoying the swirling bubbles around the two of you, his hands travelled wherever they liked. He spoke and giggled, spewing on about how happy the two of you were going to be, and how the staff had been ordered to stay away. He wished that no one else would see you - you were his and his alone, truly.
“Oh, my future queen”…he could not wait to see how their life would unfold. Their children would be as beautiful as she was - they might even have a bit of her fiery spirit. He knew that the events of that date were all just an act, that he truly loved her. And they would be together forever - he was the future king, and no one - not even his perfect future queen - could ever hope to stop him. Or at least, she would never dare try, would she?
Come on, just paint one thing for me?…please love.
 Summary: The man was determined to have a painting no matter what, and once he received one, he would always cherish it no matter the meaning. It would be a true treasure to him and a reminder of his ownership of the girl who created it.
 Warning: obsessive, delusional
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Carmen gave you the north wing of his house, which is comprised of four rooms: a kitchen, a bathroom, an art room, and a bedroom. Carmen gave you a few days to make these rooms your own before sharing everything with him. Obviously, your room would always be exclusively yours, but he could enter at his discretion.
He made sure that every window would be bulletproof, making it impossible for anyone to open them, both from the inside and outside. Occasionally, he would take you out of the room and air it out, knowing that your request to do so was likely just a ploy. It's a method he would have used if he was in the same situation, assuming that he was as innocent as you were in such a scenario.
But after the first time you asked him to air out the room, you decided not to do it for around two weeks. Anytime Carmen came in, you would either be sitting in bed or cooking food in the kitchen, making Carmen sad as you never painted anything for him. However, as you were still adjusting to your new environment, he felt it would be rude if he rushed you with a request to paint something for him, as he was sure it would eventually happen once you noticed how in love the two of you are, even though you already were well in Carmen’s mind at least 
Except at first, nothing significant really happens except for an increase in the amount of time you stay in your room and starting to go into a bit of a depression. This prompts Carmen to start spending nights in bed with you, initially just laying on the other side of the bed and picking up after you. But as time goes on and his patience begins to wear out, he starts doing small things like taking you out of your room to watch a movie together or have a day out. He even goes as far as hiring a team of professional cleaners to help tidy up your room.
During that time he’d show you how much the two of you were really in love. 
Instead of the two of you sitting apart with snacks in between, you sit pressed up close together and have snacks in front of you. If anything is out of your reach, Carmen will quickly grab it for you. He likes to be in control, which makes him feel like he can protect you better. In addition to that, Carmen also pushed you a bit more every day. After one week of movie nights and cuddling, he decided that he needed more attention and you weren't allowed to sleep in your own bed. This meant that you had to walk across the house to Carmen‘s room if you wanted to take a nap or anything. Unless you wanted to spend time with Carmen. that meant the only other room you could relax and let your guard down was in was your art room.
Carmen got the best of the best art supplies - various paintbrushes, canvases, easels, and sketchbooks. He knew that some artists don't use sketchbooks, but he got them just in case. As time went on, his bodyguards began to report that you were spending more and more time in your room, Carmen got super excited at this news.
Even though Carmen has gained a deep appreciation for art, there's still a slightly bitter taste in his mouth whenever he thinks about it. Although he enjoys it, he won't personally pick up a paint brush or a pencil to create it himself, since it brings him back to his childhood - a time which wasn't bad, but it still had its ups and downs. Despite that, right now, he's happy to have you, his sweet little dove, to provide for and live a lavish life with.
To avoid boredom, Carmen would sometimes spar with you or work on paperwork, never telling you what it was about. Instead, he would tell you that your fragile mind "shouldn't be burdened with such scary things like that." He even went as far as to say, "Who knows what would happen to you if you knew, but if you're really that worried, you could paint me something, for my legacy. You know, just in case."
After your brief conversation about his work, Carmen grew more and more hooked on you and your art. Whenever he came into the art room to find you sitting on the floor or mixing paint, he would ask if you're painting something for him. Even during your movie nights together, he'd occasionally ask if you are painting something for him. Eventually, you got annoyed at this constant question and finally decided to paint something, not for him, but for yourself.
Every time the question of your painting was brought up, every time you remembered your scenario, every time Carmen held you down for a movie, or curled up against you in bed, you decided to paint something - anything - to help you remember, remember before this. You decided on your painting being inspired by one of the places you wished to travel to so badly. It was an attempt to not forget and to create something you could cherish, even if only for a moment.
There was a castle in the background, with a greenhouse near the front, which was surrounded by lush trees and various flowers. Everything seemed to have grown to the fullest extent, except for a fog that floated through the area. Inside the greenhouse was a woman, with her hand pressed against the glass, desperately trying to escape. This was how you felt for nearly every moment, except when you were painting. In that moment, you felt truly free, perhaps even happier than anything else you had experienced.
Carmen knew what the purpose the painting served: it was meant to be a slap in his face. However, he still chose to hang it up in his office.
He would approach you from behind, hugging you whenever you were unaware. He laid his head on your shoulder and slowly rock back and forth as you both did various activities. He wished for you to open up to him and explain to him what your piece of art meant and why it was so significant.
“Hello my love," he would often hum lightly in your ear. You would attempt to respond firmly and tell him to leave you be, but your voice would always crack. Carmen would always respond with a chuckle and claim that he just wanted to know what you were painting or hear you speak. You would insist on being left alone to continue working but Carmen constantly attempting to persuade you to explain the meaning of your paintings. Carmen would claim that perhaps this next piece would be displayed in the dining room so you two could see it together during dinner.
Every day, Carmen would approach you in your art room, intent on hearing every explanation you gave regarding your paintings. It was clear that he was obsessive about you. He never allowed you to venture beyond your space on that floor, making your art room your whole world. Although painting was your precious escape, Carmen's obsession gradually intruded on that space. In time, you would come to realize your love for him. Carmen knew he needed time to wear you down until you were aware of your affection for him.
At some point, your resolve might break, particularly with the constant pressure from those around you, claiming how perfect Carmen is. They believed that you two are a perfect match together. For now, Carmen could deal with what he currently had with you, but he was confident that eventually, you would come to realize your feelings for him and love him as much as he loved you.
Ever since you were a little girl, you always dreamed of finding someone of a royal status. You’d fall in love with him and life would be perfect but This just wasn’t what you expected.
yesterday, a few royal knights came into the village. You were kind of known as an outcast. You had a small friend group and stuck to it, and occasionally got into fights with the more wealthy families.
so the village happily handed over you and four other women, all outcasts around the same age
you were expecting to be put in dungeons or tortured you didn’t know why, but you were just preparing yourself for the worst case scenario
but instead, each of you got your own room next to each other, five rooms all together, and each room was a beautiful dress like one a Royal would wear to a ball . Yours happen to be periwinkle, a color known to be reserved to one of the Royals that was closest to the prince
you were a little scared to wear the dress, but before you could truthfully think too much about it, a maid  walked in she seem to have quite a bit of distain for you. She made your bath before you could even touch the dress, and afterwards she pulled the corset a little too tight, you can’t really take deep breath‘s.
after that it was around 9 AM and you were finally able to meet back up with the other Outcast.one of them is your twin sister and the other your best friend
The rest were quite nice to you just didn’t know them as well as you knew your sister and best friend the rest of the day you were taught etiquette lessons and anytime you acted out of line, you’d get a swift ruler to the wrist or hand, never the same spot more than three times so there wouldn’t be any blisters
no one could ask why this was happening, only that the prince had a signed it himself.
This unsettled you a bit although you were an outcast you were able to hear quite a bit of the elders talk and majority of the men… now that you think about it only women really had good things to say about him
Women would say he was sweet, and always had nice gestures and was full of compliments Majority of people would call him eye candy, knowing there was no way to truly be with him because of their low status he would have to marry a a royal or noble woman
Men would call him rude, stuck up and majority of everything he did with someone either would never be talked about, or would somehow work around to making him look better,or whoever else look in the complete wrong. the elder said he was disrespectful, commanding a few of them to stand when it was almost impossible for them, your father being one of those men safe to say you didn’t like him, even though you didn’t know him, but you were used to giving people the benefit of the doubt.
Maybe the prince was turning a new leaf, and this was how he was going to show it, inviting some random outcast to whatever event was being held the next night
Majority of the other women around you were excited, hoping they be able to see the prince some even going as far as to say, they would dance with the prince, but truthfully, you were hoping this would be a fast event, a nice gesture, and then perhaps giving all of you extra food, and then sending you back to your village
Much to your delight, the evening was very fast you were even able to make friends with one of the butlers and maid they were both very nerved up by all the Royals, and also equally confused that all the of staff had gotten a bad feeling because the prince was happier than usual, but none of them decided to voice their opinion , since they knew they’d meet reprimand
By the end of the night around 10:30 the queen requested everyone to leave except the five of you the only people in the entire room who had ever been in a farm or worked out in the fields
to everyone in this room you were scum, and you knew it being singled out like this did not help if anything it just put a lot more attention to you 
You could feel your chest tightening up you tried to convince yourself to take deep breaths, but with how tight your corset was you just couldn’t
After everyone had left, the queen commanded all of you to stand in a line before the prince made a speech of his own majority of the women at first were blushing like crazy to see him, but you had a sick feeling like something horrible was going to happen. You just chalked it up to your corset being too tight and you freaking out a little.
The prince scanned all of you, his eyes landing on you for a moment longer, because of the periwinkle dress, you were wearing before a small smirk pulled at his lips when he remembered he had snuck one purple dress in just to cause a little bit of drama although that shade did complement your skin tone
After that the prince, announce something that made your blood run cold
“For a bunch of outcast you’re all pretty cute but that’s beyond the point you’re all going to be here for another week. I’m going to have my own date with each one of you and afterwords will spend the night together and I’ll decide who I will be perhaps marrying by the end of it, so I hope you’re on your best behavior especially for our date”
Even after hearing him, say that a bunch of the girls just overlooked it as him being overly mean because his mother was there, or him being awkward, which kind of fit into majority of their fantasies, including your best friend and sister, no matter how much you tried to convince them that something about it was wrong and it wasn’t just the prince being nervous. Why would he be you’re a bunch of outcasts he said it himself!!
In return, you only got excuses such as his mother was there he wanted to stay professional he got overly nervous everything was half hearted and you’re always brushed off
One day you were trying to convince your sister that maybe she should just not participate during the day of her date  since it could go terribly wrong during the time you were wearing the periwinkle dress you only got three dresses so you’d have to cycle them out quite often. during the day the royal who had designated purple as her color, ended up walking over to you
First insulting you for wearing her color, second insulting you for daring to think the prince, would do anything ill mannered, and after that,she turned to your sister and was about to say something about how she never had a chance with the prince and add something on about it just as you’d looked up to see how crushed your sister was this made you furious,  
Sure you are the littlest sibling but you were the one with the most fight no matter who it was no one who knew you would ever dare to be rude to anyone you were friends with 
Before you could think about it, you stood up and punch the girl in her face. She stumbled back a bit, holding her nose, but before someone could separate you, you had to hit her at least a few more times none of her rich, proper friends were strong enough to pull you off, and by the time castle guards, your sister had to manage to calm you down make you wash a bit of the blood off your hands and sit back down
Since you were someone, the prince had invited there, the guards couldn’t do anything for one they were ordered not too and for two all of them were too scared that the prince would have something to say directly to them, and no one really liked the royal.She was very stuck up, so everyone was  silently, grateful that you knocked her down a peg, that still didn’t stop her from yelling at you though again for the dress
When you finally told her, it was a gift directly from the prince, and it was periwinkle when you got it for some reason, she went dead, silent, not that you cared much
Little did you know she was off to the prince to give him a word of her own just to make sure you never had a chance to be married to him she wouldn’t let that happen, and she wouldn’t even let the date happen matter of a fact she wouldn’t even let your mean minuscule sister get a date with her future husband how dare you punch her in the nose and think you could still marry the man that was meant to be with her you’d see you messed with the wrong Royal
Summary: I think carmen get some of his tendencies from his mom or moms
  tags yandere  gaslighting
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Kalina who works as a lawyer and after getting pregnant with her boyfriend’s baby he ended up leaving her very soon after that he wasn’t ready for kids 
Kalina meets you when she’s picking up her son Carmen
Kalina at first she only liked you because you were a little more prying than the rest of the staff who would at some point get fed up with how passive aggressive she was, and just allow her to get by with the simple “hello, did any accidents happen”and then leave but for you, this job is solely about making sure you could do everything and anything to comfort the kid so you would have to know if they slept well to accommodate them if they were eating well anything they were allergic to, that’s want made her like you so much you cared this job wasn’t just to get some money 
For Kalina it slowly started seeming more and more like an obsession, the obsession at first just started with how attend if you were it was exhilarating, knowing someone took so much patience when it came to their work, she liked it and it reminded her of her work and how dutiful she was at it she could sue anyone she wanted, even if there was nothing wrong in their factory or building
Kalina started to realize that in fact she could sue anywhere she wanted and if you had, let’s say 100 kids in one building and 33 workers even if there was no violations, she could make a few up
Kalina decided that she would start teaching Carmen early to call her mommy and you mama, to the point where Carmen will call you that at daycare when you tried to  correct him he correct you saying “mommy at home you mama”
Kalina doesn’t realize but with her obsession over you and talking about you so much Carmen is starting to get attached to you as well. He throws hissy fits whenever someone else tries to help him when he’s upset.  he gets to the point where Carmen is basically  clinging onto your leg. If any other kids try to come to you for comfort he immediately throws a fit.  someone else has to take care of the kid, knowing that he won’t come down unless it’s you. 
Kalina invited you to a café one day after you ended up calling her saying Carmen had had a head bump and wouldn’t stop crying
at the café. She Told you she would sue the daycare for negligence, unless you went on a date with her and while you decided to go on the date , it would save the daycare how could you be so selfish to deny and ruin all those peoples life’s little did you know she’d use this excuse time, and time again 
Kalina at some point ended up, blackmailing you into selling your apartment and moving in with her that’s when the drugs started Kalina at first would’ve never thought of ever drugging you, but she started to notice with some of her friends and their partners it was very beneficial for them. so she thought she could just maybe mess with your sleep cycle it seems that you very much value your sleep
Kalina  didn’t want to do anything to bad so the meds weren’t anything major, she knew you needed to take some form of melatonin at night, so whenever she was away, or she deemed that you were being bad, she wouldn’t give them to you, even though she would just sneak them in to your food, so at some point you ended up being extremely paranoid whenever she wasn’t around for multiple days 
Kalina  knew at some point you’d get completely attached to her and not want her to leave or go anywhere too long although a small part of her was still a little upset  you were still OK with her going to work during the days it got you time away from her
Of course, though Kaina was always affectionate with you having you sit in her lap, holding you as you cook dinner Carmen found all of this amusing and would tell all of his friends about how loving his mommy and mama was he loves the both of you so much
Kalina loves spending time with you taking you out to fancy dinners  bringing you to jewelry shops you can buy anything you want. She makes plenty of good money.
One of her favorite things is giving you a full day of pampering breakfast in bed, then going out and doing whatever you want although if usually includes a shopping spree  and then going out to a fancy restaurant and of course, afterwards you can have some fun together or watch a movie or whatever show you want, also of course doing skin care or just eating whatever treat you’re in the mood for 
Please give  Kalina small little kisses, on her hand nose cheek, or just a small peck. It makes her feel like it’s a true relationship not something that was forced into. It’s everything she wants. It makes her feel loved.  just let her be happy in her little delusion. 
 If you like animals, you can get whatever ones you like although you’ll get brownie points if you get a little kitten or bunny sense of course it will make Carmen super excited to have a pet especially a small one he can pick up and carry around with him wherever he goes . He likes to have a little bit of power. from kalina she will most likely start calling you some thing like her little bunny sense, sometimes if Kalina is a little bit intoxicated, she likes telling you to go and do things for her. She just like seeing you wait on her it gives her a feeling of pride, knowing that you’re her lovely little bunny doting on her needs while she is  in a vulnerable state 
Whenever the two of you do facemasks, Carmen would beg the two of you to let him try Carmen really adores the two of you, but sometimes he gets sad when Kalina pushes him away because she wants time alone with you even though he’s her baby, she still gets a little jealous about all the attention you give to him 
Especially when Carmen started Bringing home pictures of the two of you and then that was her new blackmail. If you ever mentioned leaving she’d bring up Carmen. It makes her jealous how easily you can cave whenever she brings up Carmen isn’t she enough to just make you want to stay, so she’ll usually not give you any melatonin that night for one you tried to leave in for two you made her jealous
 If you ever try mentioning it to her or in the middle of the night, try to get comfort or ask her for help Shell always tell you the same thing “you weren’t a very good girlfriend today, so  you don’t, really deserve sleep do you? And you know you were in the wrong you’re so guilty you can’t even sleep.”
You had a sense of responsibility for him And sometimes Kalina will even rope him into her lies occasionally crying he’d come up to you saying stuff like “mommy loves you. I love you mama you’re not gonna go right? Please I really love you mama I don’t want you to go. Please don’t leave me. Don’t be like my mean daddy?! mama please! mama are we not good enough mama was my picture Bad? mama I like my picture?! I thought I did good? please mama I’ll do better next time! mama is it my grades I can do better I promise I’ll do better!!” and when you finally end up, calming him down, Kalina works him right back up 
By the end of the night, Carmen has to sleep with the two of you sometimes by then he still worked up He just doesn’t know why you’re leaving even though that wasn’t something that even crossed your mind today your mistakes seem to be flooding. Into more than one day. Making your complaints to leave less and less frequent  
Kalina knows you’re very sentimental and you have a bleeding heart she knows you could never do anything to hurt others around you. It started with the nursery and then Carmen now you’re tangled up in her web and with her showering you in gifts there’s no way you can get out of it And she’s not going to let you get out of it
The deadly  phone call that lead to blood….. and love 
Summary—your brother had told you a lot about someone he had met in prison you just didn’t imagine he’d be like this or that he’d even want you 
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Your brother had told you countless times about his time in prison and how he wish he didn’t do what he did, you always brushed it off as him being paranoid or him just being nervous because it was his first time in prison, but now you’re starting to rethink all of that as you’re sitting in the back of a limousine with a strange Man’s arm over your shoulder, but this isn’t where the story starts. This starts the day your brother got out of prison.
You and your brother have been close your entire life. You were the only one there standing at the gates for him. The rest of your family had cut him off when they heard he had robbed a bank. They thought that it was a stupid decision, and he could’ve gone to someone in the family, but you didn’t care. Your  brother was the one that had made you who you are now who is the reason why you were writing and painting and traveling around the world  following your dreams
That night as you and your brother went home he told you a story a story that he said sealed his fate his he had made a deal with the Devil. It made him laying in bed awake every single night.
Waiting for Carmen to take his favor
Your brother had met Carmen in him federal prison. He seemed nice and had a particular Eifer artwork your brother often told him about you never going as far to say you were his sister, but he talk about you to him. Carmen was nice but he had a scary air about him but at the time your brother hadn’t noticed it not until the incident. he got upgraded. To a hire security prison one we’re Carmen knew many more people whoever he wasn’t friends with feared him. Your brother didn’t remember anything odd about the day that he saw Carmen in the prison with him Carmen was basically the Grim Reaper there, but he didn’t know that yet as he walked onto the compound, everyone knew he was to be feared, but your brother went up to him and hugged him, giving him a pat on the back. People would constantly ask your brother.
‘“ How in why he got to sit at Carmen’s table”
It would be an insult though if your brother didn’t eat with Carmen and no one left until they were done eating, no one even approach the table until everyone at the table was done eating except one day a big shot ready to make himself known, he walked right up to the table and spat towards your brother, and said he was dead just for something small that happened a couple days prior your brother had never told you what the incident was. a few of Carmens men stood up, ready for a fight carmen didn’t even bat an eye,he just continued with his lunch when he was finally finished Carmen slowly turned his head to your brother.
“Hey Josh, take care of it we’re trying to have a nice meal. He disrespected my family take care of it, or I will.” To you these words never haunted you, but it did for your brother, your brother could hear his thick Boston Italian accent even now what
Your brother told you that Carmen didn’t get to his state in life by being a good guy he got there by stepping over the body’s he buried and the only way your brother  could earn his respect, and stay at the table was by killing the  offender
was next happen next did scare you it was something you could never imagine your brother doing
Your brother had beaten a man almost 2 times his body weight, an inch to death with a pop in sock. You didn’t know what that meant, but you didn’t want to either. The man, we never came back to the compound, but his friends were quite mad at your brother, stabbing him five times and landing him in the infirmary. None of the injuries were more than an inch deep so after a week he was out of the infirmary. He didn’t even have any scars to show. Your brother, remembered the day he came back everything was silent. The men that had stabbed him weren’t at their table. Carmen turned to
your brother “you’re a standup guy I take care of standup guys.” This was the first time you’re brother ever really looked into his eyes and realize they were void of life like black holes. apparently Carmen had a few words with the people that stabbed your brother and the rest of them turned themselves in to protective custody. To your brother this means he was now in Carmen’s  debt and he was simply waiting for the day Carmen decided he needed a favor
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That was two years ago and now your brother has two adorable, twin daughters they’re so cute and full of energy. every so often you come over like Tonight was one of those nights you had gotten comfortable in the spare bedroom already although it wasn’t even halfway through the day. the twins were down for a nap although, at their age naps were trying to be slowly went out of their schedule. you and your brother had gotten comfortable on the couch watching a new show the two of you had decided was worthy enough for both of you to watch. Well until the house phone started ringing, sadly you had to go get it because your brother was in the bathroom so it was up to you  to be nice to whom ever was on the other side of the phone
“Hello”
On the other side of the line, you can hear someone with a deep Boston Italian accent, for some reason that rang a few bells for you, but not enough for you to hang up the phone
“ Well hello dearest . I’m so sorry I must’ve dialed the wrong number.”
“no it’s OK. It’s a common problem everyone has Good bye and have a nice rest of your day, sir”
Just as the phone call Ended your brother rounded the corner. “Oh hey,  who was on the phone.”
You just told your brother that it was someone who got the wrong number which was completely true for you. but if your brother had been the one who picked up that phone, it would’ve been the worst thing that has ever happened to him that would have made him completely go insane basically be death for him 
the two of you continued on with your night when it hit around 8:30 you decided that you were going to go to your room just to relax for a little while you knew you wouldn’t be going to sleep anytime soon, but it would just be good to at least get used to it because you knew you were going to have to wake up early to help out with the twins
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You were woken up from your deep slumber by the sound of footsteps, heavy slow, methodic footsteps and if you focus, you could hear rushed ones moving close behind it but  you decided that it was nothing and probably just your brother, so you try to go back to sleep well that was until you could hear the sound of someone walking down the stairs and it sounded like they were going to the kitchen until they abruptly stopped and then there was nothing well nothing until you found someone shaking you like their life depended on it 
Your brother was standing above your bed shaking, and it looked like he might be crying. You didn’t exactly know what to do because you weren’t sure what the problem was. “what’s going on? What’s the problem? Are the twins OK?” all your brother could do was shake his head no before you heard a voice. that made your brothers knees shake it was a deep Boston Italian accent. The only thing  that the person said was his name and then well something snapped in your brother he realize that he wasn’t going to be able to do anything besides face his biggest fear. you were slipping out of bed as your brother finally reached the kitchen, where Carmen was, he was simply standing in the middle between the dining room and the kitchen a pretty big open space with multiple men around him, guns drawn and pointed towards your brother, just in case he decided he didn’t want to help out
You didn’t want to upset anyone or actually join in so you kind of just stayed around the corner your brother continued walking. You slowly follow behind him. Well you were going to follow behind him until you saw on the baby monitor that was still on showing a picture of the twins, slightly  stirring in their sleep if anything loud happened shots fired anyone screaming they would  wake up and your biggest fear was that their daddy would be gone you’re frozen in fear standing there, shaking not your fear not your brothers fear, but fear for the two little children that had no part in this just at this moment everything was clicking
The story, your brother had told you countless of times the story you had always imagined being fake. No, this was the man your brother had always talked about you too but now your brother feared more than anything.
‘Carmen?”
. “I simply came here at first, wanting a favor,  I know you’re experienced in stealing I wanted you to rob a museum for me. Well that was until I heard a very adorable voice over the phone.”
Your brother involuntarily went to look at the picture in the far corner of the room on a table with a lamp. It was a family picture your mom, your dad, you, your brother and your little brother. Carmen wasn’t dumb and his eyes followed your brothers.
This made Carmen a Tad bit sad. He was kind of hoping he would be stealing away his wife not just his sister, but he simply didn’t care. He wanted you either way so he was going to give your brother and ultimatum not that if he said, either thing you wouldn’t be coming with him, they were just be more violence And Carmen wasn’t going to lie he wasn’t a liar. That’s what he was looking forward to the violence in all of this.
“This is how it’s going either you can rob a museum for me and I’ll take your sister oh and I’ll kill the kids  or let me take your sister and you can just forget about all of this sounds good?”
Most would think your brother was speechless, not knowing who he should go with, but it was the complete opposite your brother knew exactly what he was going to do. Either way Carmen was going to have you, and he wasn’t going to go through all the trouble and put his children in danger.”y/n”
You were only in a sheer nightgown that you had thought you were only going to be sleeping in, your hair was tied up already, your face washed and you were not at all ready to be sold for ransom but you had heard Carmen as well, and although you loved your brother more than anything, you weren’t thinking about him, you were thinking of the little kids. so you walked up next your brother, knowing exactly what was going to happen next, exactly what your  future was going to be?
“Come here sweetheart” all the attractiveness that you could hear in his voice on the phone call was gone in this moment you didn’t know why maybe it was your fear or maybe it was just because the emotions you felt for him we’re gone. but all you could do now was walk towards him you stopped in front of him at arms length you didn’t know why but right now you really just wanted to feel secure and comforted and honestly a part of you really just wanted to jump into his arms. Maybe a part of him sensed that, because not even a few moments after stopping in front of him immediately pulled you into his arms. 
Carmen. dried your cheek and wiped away the tears that you didn’t even know were there they must’ve happened when you realized your fate……..or maybe before, before he pulled you close to his chest, placing his chin right on top of your head then you heard the words that are going to haunt you for the rest of your life
“kill them all”
You tried to pull away from him he said he wouldn’t hurt anyone. He said he wouldn’t hurt the twins or your brother except he was much stronger and bigger than you. you’re fight was pointless, and his men had killed your brother and the twins in a matter of minutes.You couldn’t do anything besides continue to sob? Carmen was very well aware of this and it gave him the perfect excuse and reasoning to pick you up. He carried you bridal style to the car putting you in the backseat with him and pushing your head on his
shoulder. He continued to rub your arm trying to comfort you for the entire car ride back. The only thing you could think of is, how could you let this happen? How could you beat it? So stupid to think someone your brother was terrified of And just believe him that he was going to leave the twins alone and your brother alone and now your life is ruined now this was your life. Well, you didn’t know what your life was yet You didn’t know how he was going to treat you all you could do is sit and wait and hope it wouldn’t be as horrible and as my numbing as it felt right now. Just as it kind of felt like you might be starting to understand a little more that happened. You felt another hand on my cheek, pulling my face towards him
“ let me hear that pretty voice of yours your brother told me you were into art let’s talk although if you don’t want to I’m sure I’ll be able to hear your voice in due time”
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