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Some of the secret passageways in the academy open and close at set times each day—this is the aftermath of what would happen if Drift and AJ were on the wrong side of the door for a day. Drift does NOT want to talk about what happened in there.
I was thinking back on that stream where Ser Bek brings Eloise to the flower field and talks about how she used to climb the big tree in the field when she was a child
So here's a child Bek of House Yamon trying to climb that tree
This is a rewrite of a specific scene in Violet's EP 5! It will contain major spoilers. Read at your own risk.
"And, if you are right, what are you going to do about it?"
That was the question, wasn't it? Violet wasn't sure. Everything was happening so fast, and they were talking too much, and Illios was looking at them like they were insane.
Fumbling for an answer, Violet settled on, "Well, I'll make sure everyone knows. If they really are dangerous, that is. I don't know."
Something glinted in Illios' eyes. "Won't that just cause more panic and trouble?"
"Everyone's already panicked. We're all in trouble." The least we can do is be informed. Violet let those last words stay in their head. Illios wasn't taking this as well as she hoped.
There were a few long seconds where neither of them spoke. Violet turned her gaze to the lake tower, even though Regal and Gideon had long departed. Were they really vampires? Violet didn't have a definite answer, but they were prepared for the worst.
"So you'll be looking for proof?" Illios shifted in the corner of Violet's eye.
She took a deep breath. "Yes." That was the logical next step. Back up their suspicions with evidence, or completely disprove their theory. Violet was hoping for the second.
"And then you'll tell everyone."
"Yes." They deserved to know, especially if Gideon and Regal meant harm. Did they? Violet wasn't a good judge of people.
More silence. Violet still wasn't looking at Illios, mind wandering elsewhere. If they had heard the sound of metal sliding out of a sheath, they might've turned around.
"I can't let that happen. I'm sorry, Violet."
She didn't have time to look back before a slash of burning pain sliced through her arm. "Hey-!"
Violet whipped back to face Illios, their friend, their day one, the person they wanted to protect, to see him wielding his sword, blood dripping off the edge.
"Illios, what are you doing?" Violet slowly backed away, holding up her hands.
"I'm sorry." Sun reflected off of the metal as they swung again. "I'm so sorry."
Trying to catch the blade in her hands, Violet hissed as her palms were sliced open. They stepped back, but her feet only found air.
Violet cried out as she tumbled down the side of the mountain, rocks and sticks further battering them. "Stop!"
Illios clambered down the slope, a steely determination marking the face Violet thought they knew. "I'm so sorry, Violet. I don't want to do this."
Before they could attack, Violet scrambled to her feet, throwing a frantic punch at them. It connected, Illios fumbling their sword.
Seeing an opening, Violet turned to run, but her attacker was faster. There was a horrible sound as metal sank deep into Violet's arm. They almost fell again.
"I trusted you," Violet gasped, tears streaming down her face.
Illios looked almost regretful as he pulled his sword out of their flesh. "I know. I'm sorry."
Not paying attention to where she was going, Violet didn't notice they were on the beach until water was soaking into their boots. Realizing that she was in danger of falling into the lake, Violet took her eyes off of Illios for a split second. "Wait-"
Taking advantage of her momentary distraction, Illios leapt forward, tackling Violet. There was a loud splash as they landed in the shallows, water flooding Violet's clothes. Panic coursed through their veins as the fear of drowning struck, but the water wasn't deep enough to fully submerge her head.
Raising their sword hand, Illios' jaw clenched as he prepared to strike again.
In desperation, Violet fumbled for the stake she'd carved earlier that week, when the thought of vampires was still a hypothetical, and aimed it at Illios' heart. "I don't want to hurt you!"
Illios didn't stop at the sight, plunging the blade into her chest.
Violet screamed, feeling an agony previously unknown. Blood poured from their injuries, coloring the water. If she could think through the pain, she might've appreciated the artistry in the way swirls of red wrapped around every fresh wound. Wouldn't this make such a good painting?
In a final attempt to escape, to do something, Violet stabbed Illios with her stake. However, before it could hit their ribcage, she redirected it, burying the point into their shoulder instead.
Illios just laughed at their attempt, too-sharp canines flashing. "That's not going to do anything."
Vision fading, pain blurring her movements, Violet managed to say, "I don't want to fight…" Their words faded out as blood seeped into her lungs.
"I'm so sorry." Illios' voice sounded distant, the chill of the water no longer registering.
The last thing Violet felt admist the haze of bloodloss and fading adrenaline was the prick of fangs in their neck. It was gentle, an embrace from death.
