It is a fate you we can never escape. @princess--ofthedamned
Death lingers around them, around her, sometimes even swirls around her fingers, red liquid laced in red tips.
‘Red for Christmas?’ Her nail stylist once asked her, a question that earned the questioner with a plain chuckle, followed by a soft curve of her lips, which, by the way, was painted the same color as her nails. ‘No.’ was her plain reply.
Red is the color of sweet, sweet death.
And red is screaming in neon bumper lights, in hands tightly grasping on steering wheel, and in the vessels of her eyes.
Red is screaming at the sight of liquid swirling around one’s body - a body all too familiar for her – a body she had known since its birth.
Samantha.
Emily was enough, she thought. It is the fact that Lorraine could not be there when her mother took her last breath that breaks her and allows guilt to resurface. Was her absence during her last moment an easier pill to swallow? She thought no, but in just a sight of her sister’s body lying on the street, almost lifeless, everything turned and she could not even fathom letting the idea of death touching her life once more.
Was it her unusual agility or the adrenaline, Lorraine does not know, but it took just a few seconds from the moment her tires screech to a full stop up to holding her sister’s face, red tainting red, blood all over.
“What the hell happened?” came her voice, barely a whisper, but she knows he could hear from a distance –camouflaging with the humans. And she knows he had something to do about this.
Romanovs know how fuck things up. It runs in their blood First, Casper. And now. Damon.
Lorraine didn’t have to wait for an answer – his presence alone was enough proof and she hated how he could smile amidst all of these.
She could break his neck in front of the crowd. She doesn’t care. Nothing matters anymore.
“Eom….ma…” The younger mumbled in between painful breaths, steering Lorraine’s attention back to her sister. She could hear her weakening pulses and soft whispers. Eomma… eomma..
“Don’t you dare follow her, Samantha. Get a grip of yourself!” was all that she could say as she carried her on her back, her limp body heavy on her back, head hung on her right shoulder. The ambulance siren can be heard from afar, but they’re too far, too late to save her sister.
Only she can.
Weaving through the crowd of curious people, she went her way to her car, laying her sister at the back before she dashed to her seat. Her foot smashed the pedal and there was not a single second wasted. Engine ignited, her eyes set on the road, her hands trembled in fear. And as if the sight of Damon wasn’t enough bad luck, each intersection was on a stop. Red is everywhere. Death is everywhere. But it didn’t matter She didn’t care. She passed by each red stoplight, cars at the intersection honking at her but truth be told, there was nothing else she heard at that time.
Nothing else but her prayers pleas.
‘Don’t do this to me, Sam. Wake up!”
There was a warm droplet flowing on her face. Tears?
[text] Sister, where are you? Come over. Okay. Victor is a fucking bastard for calling off the wedding. He doesn't deserve you. Wait until I get my hands on him. Samantha Lee, goddamnit answer your phone.
Her head craned to the side, awfully worried for the bothersome grief her sister has. It wasn't the first time she'd experienced a break-up. But for a heart-break it is probably the first. Lorraine knew very well of how ruined Samantha's future was with the announcement of the arranged marriage, but for it to be called off when her little sister had prepared everything in herself for the undertaking is more devastating as it came crashing on her. Yet she could not choose which word to say to comfort the younger one. What happened to the sweet elder sister Samantha had grew up with most of her life? She need not know. That was the offshoot of her change - the complex of expressing emotions. Her fingers itched to tap on the back button of her screen. And they did, until the space became blank yet again. And then new message was written.
[text] Settle yourself. Go back to London. Get your things and live here. I need a second hand at my company. You'd be an asset. Work, Samantha.
'You'll get through this.' Lorraine ended in her thoughts.
Twenty years of flawless, perfect living. Candice Lorraine had spent her early years in London, with each and every need and even much more offered to her in a golden platter. Being the eldest child of the great John Lee and Emily Davis was quite enough - she was blessed with all a person could need. Aside from the financial abundance were also that innate beauty, elegance and intelligence that made her a successful young woman in her field. They were princesses in their own kingdom, Lorraine and Samantha. They were the flawless diamonds, and yet the world fail to see the hidden anomalies.
It was on her exact twentieth birthday that she had grown weary of everything - of being perfect to a point where she could no longer take a hold of her life that was planned for her. With the sudden announcement of her engagement of the young woman with a son of one of the successful businessman in England, Lorraine took the courage to break the glass that has been keeping her. It wasn't just about the engagement, or how her father had planned all of this all along without her consent. There were something more she needs to discover. Why are there no plans of her taking in to their company as the next successor? It was obvious with the way they wanted her to be chained in a household. But most of it is, why are they so keen about them not going to South Korea when in fact the Korean blood still runs in them?
It is now nine years since she first landed on the soil of her root kin. There were far more things she had discovered, and the flawless diamond broke. The place was the world she never knew - a sinister world no one could have known except them. And yet she was trying to live as normal as she could. Not until her little sister Samantha decided to join in her quest - which, apart from their knowledge, could lead to their ultimate destruction.
