Warning! Contains Blood and a tad bit of gore. Don't really like this one but it was fun I suppose. "Cassandra in a blood lust and Alcina calming her down." 😔🤙
She doesn't know who the lady is at the door. She could only hear muffled conversation as she cleaned her father's weapons. He told her to go into the back so they can talk. She didn't want to, putting up a fight but ultimately lost. It isn't long before she hears a cry of pain. Acting upon instincts, she grabs a nearby hunting knife, and throws open the room door.
Her body freezes in its place, her grip immediately loosening, her eyes widening in horror. A massacre. Her father's body mutilated and the woman, covered in feathers along with her father's blood stares at her. Anger takes hold and her fist is white knuckled tight around the handle. She lifts the knife, charging at the mysterious woman allowing blind rage to control her actions.
It wasn't until she was immobilized before she stopped. A strange material, similar to wood by the looks of it, encasing her body. It squeezes the air out of her, darkness taking over her eyesight and her eyes flutter shut. The last thing she saw were black fathers painted red, the air metallic and strong.
Next thing she knows: its warm. She groans in pain, brunette hair falling over her shoulders. Her head is pounding. The crackling of fire alerts her although too weak to move. She glances around the best she could, seeing two other women on either side. The headache pounds harder as doors open. Steps in a lady. Not the one that captured her but three times her size, clad in white and a black hat.
Fierce gold meets hazel. Her vision blurs feeling a gloved hand lift her chin up. "Soon. We will meet soon." She whispers, everything succumbing to the darkness.
What felt likes ages when she greets the light again. She feels...hungry and confused. She doesn't remember a thing. Who she is, where she's from, where she's even at. Groans to her sides makes her look over. Two equally confused women. One blonde and the other with auburn hair. The sound of heels grabs all three of their attentions.
A extraordinarily tall lady. There's tension within the air but also a click. Like a connection between mother and her daughters.
"Welcome, Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela." She greets, pointing to each person.
That's the day she turned. Today marked the end of the first week after waking up with an entirely new life, new powers, a new hunger that never seemed to be fulfilled. At their arrival, the maids that once populated the castle dwindled in numbers and Cassandra was starving.
She hasn't experienced hunger like this and it hurt. Agonizingly empty, practically buzzing and clawing to escape. She needed to hunt. Bela and Daniela were content, so why wasn't she? Cassandra tried busying herself with books, getting to know her new siblings more, and her mother. But nothing worked. They were forbidden to touch the few staff that remained.
Cassandra learned to stalk, doing so from afar. Fleshy humans. Filled with warm, wet, blood. Her mouth watered. She snarled, canines elongated into fangs and itching to meet the neck of her victim. Soon she had enough, pulling out her sickle and walking up to one. Flies buzzed around hungrily and before the poor soul had a chance to react, the sharp blade was plunged inside her stomach. Cassandra watches the maid struggle to catch her breath and collapse to the floor.
This wasn't as thrilling as she had hoped but nonetheless drank the maid dry. It still was not enough. She grumbles and pulls out the sickle, not bothering to clean it nor hide the corpse. She wanders the halls, cloak soaked, and the area around her mouth drenched. She comes across another maid. This time she had an idea.
Cassandra saunters over, tapping the maid on her shoulder. She turns to look at one of the ladies of the castle, bowing out of curtsey. Partially ignoring the blood but the vampire could see the fear building up. She places the cold metal onto the maiden's arm. She smiles widely at the flinch and slices down, creating a deep gash that bled. The scream was music to her ears.
"Now. Run." She says and the maid does exactly that, running towards the courtyard doors.
She turns to see a few flies left in Cassandra's place but she doesn't care. Her hand cradles the hurt arm, legs carrying her as fast as they could. A fit of giggling fills the eerie silence and Cassandra materializes in front of the doors, blocking her only exit. The maid pleads for her life, making the smile only grow wider and two screams echo throughout the castle. One from the maid as teeth tore into her throat and one from Cassandra. A victory scream.
The sound grabs Alcina's attention. She was already walking downstairs. She could tell it's human but the second sounded like her daughter. Entering the dining room, she stops, eyes narrowing.
"Cassandra! What on earth are you doing!"
The second oldest of the Dimitrescu daughters looks up, pupils slit and licking blood off her lips. Her chest rose with every irregular breath and Alcina frowns all too knowingly. The pure look of an insatiable hunger. Cassandra giggles, standing straight and twirling her sickle.
"Eating my fill, mother." She responds.
Alcina takes a step forward. "My dear, I understand what's happening. A burning hunger correct?"
Cassandra growls. "So what if it is? There are so many maidens around here! And you won't even let us have one."
"Because if we run out now, we won't have enough to sustain ourselves until I hire more."
The brunette blinks a couple times, pupils dilating and meeting her mothers eyes sheepishly. "But...but it hurts. Everything was telling me to kill. To hunt. I enjoyed it. I needed it."
Alcina kneels in front of Cassandra, grabbing both her hands. "You're a little different. That is a good thing. You'll be an excellent hunter when we need it. Perhaps even teach your siblings or I."
Cassandra tilts her head, growling stubbornly. "Do you really mean it?"
She's pulled into a hug. "I mean it whole heartedly."
Her daughter smiles wearily. She only ever felt safe within her mother's arms and at times like these, she never wanted to leave. Despite staining that dress.
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