#compound prompt

[violet-echoes-blog]

My echo is the only voice coming back || (Closed)

Her stomach sank a little but she brushed it off. Raye wasn't sure why she'd even hope to see him. He and her mother had left her and Lake years before and she never worried about it, but at the thought that he could have been there, she was excited. Walking back out of the living room, Raye slowly began to climb the stairs to her room. When she pushed the door open, she recognized the bed immediately but it wasn't her own small one she'd slept in as a child. It was the larger, double bed that she'd shared with Aspen when living with her and Mr. Cook some nights. The one she'd curl up next to the other girl in and speak words Raye normally wouldn't by the light of day. There was a lump under the covers, breathing rhythmically and Raye approached it to climb in with her but when she lifted the covers away, they fell flat, no one underneath them. Someone surprised, Raye quickly turned around. "Aspen?" She glanced around the room but found no one. 

Then there was the sound of laughter, voices all coming from the hall. They were familiar. Jake, Aurora, Ivy, Piper, the rest of the witches. Her real family now. A small smile tugged at her cheeks as Raye approached the door to see them all , their voices growing stronger as they did though she couldn't recall what they were saying. She threw the door open, eyes wide but falling immediately when they landed on an open room. Raye's heart was beginning to race, and her palms getting clammy. She wasn't sure what was going on but it didn't feel right. Her eyes frantically searched the room, until she heard that dull sound of a shower running, a small hint of fog moving from under the room. Shutting the door she'd just left, Raye crossed the hall to the bathroom. Tapping her knuckles lightly against the wood, Raye called out quietly. "Hello?" "Come on in, Tiger." It was Seleca's voice. Feeling relieved and excited to have actually found someone, Raye once again threw the door open. But as she did, the fog fell away, leaving only the lingering scent of her girlfriend's shampoo. "Seleca!" Raye shouted her name into the empty house with no response. 

"Are you trying to wake the bears?" It was undoubtedly her sister's voice, and Lake's hand fell on her shoulder just as Raye turned around. "No I just can't find--" She was cut off with the familiar sensation of disappointment at the sight of no one behind her ".. everyone." She finished defeatedly, beginning to fell her chest tighten. Don't cry, Raye. Don't cry. She told herself the words over and over. You have to be strong. Don't cry. With hurried footsteps she moved downstairs again, eyes moving over the house for any sign of what was going on or where the people she cared about were. But there was no one. Finally, Raye opened the door and moved onto the porch. Sitting in a chair to her left was Violet. Not just a scent or a sound, but in the flesh. "Violet.." A smile spread across her face and as she stood, Raye moved to hug her, though she didn't really know why. She just wanted to be held for a moment really. But as she moved, Violet lifted her hands and stopped her. Raye froze immediately, her own purple eyes meetng the ones across from her and noting with a twist in her stomach the solemn expression on her face. "What's wrong?" She asked quietly. "Where is everyone?"

Violet's response was at first, only a shake of her head. Raye's heart was starting to hammer but she didn't take her eyes off her coven leader, hanging on to her every word as though her life meant it with a pleading look. "They're gone, Raye." The sound of her true name and not the one Violet called her landed like a brick of cement on her ears. "They left. You let them down." Tears immediately formed behind Raye's eyes and she shook her head. "I don't understand... Violet.." What did she mean? Had they just left her? Or were they actually gone as in no longer alive? Raye's thoughts raced faster than the increasing beat of her heart but came right back when Violet spoke again. "Maybe, if you had been better..." Violet trailed off, her tone thick with disappointment as she shook her head, looked away from Raye, and walked down the porch before fading away. "No Violet, please! Please come back, please tell me what I did. I'll fix it, Violet, Please, I promise. Violet!" But the world went back to empty. 

[theladycarver]

Homecoming Queen || Closed

The road was an all too familiar one. Everything about it was. The smells that wafted towards her, the houses that she glanced over, even the humming of the streetlights above Carver’s head was something straight out of one of her most distant memories. The realization should have had her questioning herself, but instead she found herself moving forward, her shoes padding against the sidewalk’s pavement as she continued, stopping in front of a house – one that she never thought she would ever see again.

It really hadn’t changed since she had first moved out, or maybe it was her memory projecting that image forward, and she caught herself blinking slowly before a smile flitted forward and onto her lips. This was her home. That window on the second floor was the one that she had climbed out of many times and there was absolutely no mistaking that. Her gaze fell downward slightly, noting the car in the driveway, the single station wagon that her drove was still the same and even under the night’s sky did she notice its familiar gleam. “Wow,” she mumbled out before stepping forward and onto the pathway that her father had put in, remembering that her mother hated when she stepped out onto the lawn instead.

 She glanced down at herself as she made her way towards the door. Would they even recognize her now? Would they even be there? She reached out for the doorknob, finding it locked and she hesitated before spinning the handle completely around, breaking it as she did so. She was then faced with another problem. She stared at the doorway, hesitating again before reaching a foot out and over the threshold, biting back a grin as no force held her out. Again, this didn’t register. The fact that she should’ve been flopped over in pain didn’t cross through her mind.

She kept quiet as she walked through her home’s moderately sized foyer, making her way straight to the living room but freezing immediately when another recognizable smell hit her nostrils. Her eyes widened as it registered seconds after, the metallic scented odor of blood hitting her head on. It couldn’t have just been a small cut, not from the way that it floated throughout the air towards her. Hell, it was so strong she could taste it in her throat. She picked up the pace then, stalking forward and into the room that her nose led her to, freezing up immediately as she realized what it was.

The walls were almost painted red, the eggshell white color that she remembered was completely diluted and all of their family photos were stained red. The two lifeless bodies seated on the sofa looked like her parents, but not like they had looked in her memory. She had to remind herself that they weren’t, that there was absolutely no way that they could have been. They hadn’t been killed and it wasn’t their blood smearing the walls. They were living happy, healthy lives in a nursing home somewhere.

Inhaling quietly as tears started to blur her vision, she turned her gaze where she noted movement within the large room and a strangled sound escaped her lips. Merely a few feet in front of her stood Liam, his hands ands stained with the blood. She swallowed and tried to speak, finding herself unable to formulate words. It was as if her voice had up and left her, never to be found again, but it didn’t stop her from straining herself.

“You’ve missed quite a party,” he chuckled out, a small glass cup almost appearing in his hand as he did so. He brought it to his lips and glanced backwards, nodding his head at someone that she hadn’t seen. She stepped forward, her mouth opening once more, but only a strangled sound finding its way out. 

“We’ve kept something for you though. Think of it as a party favor,” he said in a smooth, cool tone before bringing the cup to his lips again as someone stepped from behind him, cradling something within their arms.

For a moment, Carver thought that her nightmare had skipped like it had many times before in the past, but it was the furthest thing from it. It was almost as though a mirror had appeared beside Liam, for the carbon copy appearing before her had to have been a reflection. She was right there, she wasn’t… she couldn’t have. Her hands felt heavy, as did the rest of her lower body and she caught herself glancing down, eyes widening at what she saw. The head of her father was within her grip, his bright blue eyes staring up at her as she noticed the blood seeping from the corner of her mouth. With a scream, she dropped it, her eyes snapping back up to meet Liam’s gaze before an overwhelming pain took her, causing her to drop down to her knees with a gaping hole in her chest.

[violetbishop]

The Bitter End || Closed

It was eerily quiet as Violet walked through the halls of the Compound. It was like a blanket of gray was covering them. Color seemed to leech away, and she hadn't come across a single soul. Every room was empty, and there were no footsteps of voices. Her own quiet step echoed around her as she turned down yet another empty hallway. Part of her wanted to call out for someone. The charges, her cousins, even Ancelette, but another part of her stifled it. Something wasn't right here. She could feel it in the air. Another couple of minutes passed, and Violet froze. She realized what was different. The wards had come down. How was that possible? She was the one responsible for them, yet she hadn't felt a thing until now. Panic surged through her as she abandoned her caution, running down the hallways and calling out for anyone to respond to her. No one did, and her voice bounced off the walls, almost mocking her.

Violet had searched the entirety of the main floor and floors above it. The only place left was the grounds outside and the cells where they kept the humans. With the wards down, she doubted anyone would be outside, and it would take too long. Instead, she looked down the stairs to the basement. Taking a deep breath, she began to walk down with slow careful steps. There was a lack of light here, and her eyes strained against the darkness. Silence settled around her again, and the only thing she heard was her heart pounding in her ears. A couple of naked bulbs flickered to provide a tiny bit of light, and in each of the cells, there were at least two or three people. Not only humans, but vampires and wolves as well. Was this another one of Mathieu's punishments? And yet, as she peered into each cell, she saw none of the witches. No one looked up as she passed by, even when she called out their names. It was like she wasn't there at all.

Violet reached the final two cells, and her heart stopped. Each of the charges was hooked up to some sort of machine. She could clearly see the tear tracks on their faces, and the fatigue that was settling in their bones. A man she didn't recognize fussed over some of the wires that connected their bodies together. Quickly counting, all of them were there, pain written all across their faces. The man flipped a switch, electrocution surging through each of their bodies, and Violet screamed, the noise harsh and grating in her ears, yet no one even spared her a glance. She could see Piper screaming, and Echo sobbing, but she couldn't hear a thing. Why couldn't she hear anything? She pounded against the cell doors, unable to go through.

Turning quickly, Violet knew she needed to find Scarlett and Zinc. There was no way either of them would allow their charges to be hurt like this. Something obviously kept them from this, and her heart clenched as she looked at the last cell. There were several bodies inside, each covered in a white sheet. "Nonononono," she muttered. This door was open to her and she walked in slowly. With a trembling hand, she reached out to grab the sheet over the first body and she yanked it back. It wasn't Scarlett or Zinc, but one of the humans. A tiny bit of relief seeped back into her body, though she still felt sadness over the loss of life. The next two bodies she uncovered were the same way. Neither of them belonged to her cousin, but to occupants she'd seen around the Compound. Three bodies were left. Ignoring the pit in her stomach, Violet reached out and pulled off the next sheet, a sharp cry escaping as she stared at Zinc's blank eyes, still silver in death. Turning quickly, the next sheet she snatched off revealed Scarlett, and she sank to her knees beside her body. "Zinc... Scarlett..." Tears slipped down her face as she mourned her cousins. 

There was one body left, and part of Violet knew who it was before she took the sheet off. It was why no one could see or hear her. It was why the charges were allowed to be tortured. Only over her dead body. Had whoever this man was taken her up on her bluff? It didn't come so much as a shock as she stared down herself, unseeing purple eyes fixed on the ceiling. It was creepy, but not as startling as she would have thought. "No. No, this is not how it works. This won't happen. I won't let it." The words kept repeating in her head as the world swirled around her. They were still on her lips when she woke up, heart racing and mind determined that whatever she had just dreamt would not come to fruition. 

[talia-dewitt]

Bloody Hell // Nightmare Self-Para

"It's calling me, Gabriel."

Talia grasped his strong, pale hands with her own shaking ones. A dreadful habit she adopted whenever she grew hungry and frightened. It always had to be the combination of the two, as fright wasn't enough to shatter the composed façade of a vampire. Everything but Gabriel was cloudy and dark, an unusual occurrence. The smog that clouded her liminal vision reminded her of her human years. Ticks and tocks on clocks spent crowded between girls and machinery, all in such proximity that one couldn't tell them apart. Girls working like machines, fingers pinched and bit off by their metal coworkers.

Suddenly she felt as if she were being eaten alive by her hunger. Gabriel stood stoic before her, mouth closed. Her small hands cupped his jawline, caressing his perfect bone structure like feathery fingers along the curve of a wineglass. Her teeth sank into the tender flesh of his cold skin. Planted and rooted into him, she drank and drank. Blood oozed out into her mouth, but it never satisfied the quaking hunger that wracked her bones.

"Eat. Eat. Eat."

She heard her sire's voice, gravelly like a dusted off memory. As if she couldn't feel her own starvation. Her cheeks felt tight and sunken, but she kept drinking. With each gulp, the weaker she felt. Her gut felt concave, and her body was sticky and wet with the leaks. Crimson dribbling from her eyes and ears, her fingers clenched into the fair skin of Gabriel. The pale skin which turned brown, red, raw, and flaking with each touch. She gasped and pulled her head away as her Gabriel, ever silent, deteriorated before her.

"Eat. Eat. Eat. Eat."

Gabriel's feet, shins, then knees crunched into dust and ashes. His form withered and flickered away, his scalp bald and in place of his mouth were a row of yellowing teeth. He was sucked dry and burnt up. Her strong Gabriel, her saving grace, crumpled and fell apart into the ground and into the air.

"No!" She cried out, reaching again for his smooth, cool skin. Instead, she found flakes with the consistency of dried autumn leaves. Dry and dead. Withered to nothing.

Talia fell to the ground too. Her hunger tightened her shrinking body, forcing her to curl around her raisin stomach and watch as blood poured from her eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. Puddles of her pooled around her body as she curled on the ground.

"Eat. Eat. Eat. Eat."

[willowthefairchild]

Is it really safe to say that we're just made that way, made to brave the pain?

"Hello?" WIllow called out, her eyes trying to adjust to the smoke around her. She kept her nose covered as she walked through the Compound, searching. She stumbled along, her her hand trailing the wall to keep her balance; for some reason her wolf senses weren't kicking in. She tried to shift but nothing happened. She was helpless.

As she walked further away from the inferno-or towards it, she couldn't tell- she started to hear voices, two voices she knew well. They were both screaming for help. Though she was weak she ran towards them as quickly as she could. When she finally reached them she came to a room that was void of the fire and smoke. Instead it was a crisp white room with an almost clinical smell. In there were three men. Gabriel, Rider and Crevan. Gabriel was smiling in the middle while Rider and Crevan were chained to the wall behind him. "Choose, Willow," Gabriel smirked as he set the room ablaze. "You can only save one." He dangled two keys on chains in front of her.

"What? No, there has to be another way-" Willow looked between two of the most important men in her life. How was she supposed to choose? "No, I can't" Gabriel sighed, "So difficult. Well then, they'll both die if you can't choose." Panicked, Willow reached out and tried to grab the keys, but her hands only managed to grab one. "Well there you go, I'll be off then." And Gabriel was gone. Looking down at the key in her hands Willow cursed to herself. How could she let this happen? The flames began to lick the walls closer to the men, Swallowing down, Willow ran towards Crevan first. Rider was a wolf, he would be able to withstand the fire longer. The key slid into place and clicked, allowing Crevan to drop from the wall. With a quick kiss to his cheek Willow moved on to Rider. When she tried the lock it didn't budge. Frustrated tears streamed down her face as she tried to force it in. "Funny story actually," Gabriel said from behind her. "The key would have worked on either lock, but it would only work once." She could hear the smirk in his tone and she wanted to rip his throat out. She wanted to shift and bury her canines deep into his neck before pulling out his vocal cords so he could never speak again. and then she would claw at his body until there was nothing but scraps left. But that could wait. For now she needed to save Rider. She turned back to him only to see him start to burn. "Why did you choose him? I thought I was your brother." Rider's body withered as Crevan attempted to pull her away.

Willow woke with a start, her body covered in a cold sweat. Her chest heaved as her heart beat faster than normal. She tested her canines, just to make sure she could still shift. She sighed with relief as they grew out. After stripping quickly Willow shifted fully and left the barn for a run.