The only solace Vittoria can take from tonight, is that it’s raining. As she passes through the hallways, she tries to focus on that. Well at least the thought. The walls of the compound were far too thick to hear the rain outside anyway. All she can hear is the ragged torn breathing as she passed by rooms with open doors, cages in the middle with god knows who inside. She wonders as she walks, do they hope for death? Salvation? While they all sat there, blindfolded (or just plain blind) did they recall the moment they became monsters, different?
She did. Reflected on the day she found out she was a witch. Those cold steel bars were such great listeners when you thought you were going insane.
She walked passed those who prayed, those who were crying, those begging for the sweet release of death. She had to remind herself that her plan was simple. Easy if she did it right. One or two if they came in together, it was so easy to make an excuse for two inmates escaping, releasing the prisoners and setting them free but she couldn’t do them all at once. Hell she couldn’t do it every night. Not if she wanted to save as many as possible. In her hand she held a pebble. Smooth in her hand and glittered oddly when the light touched it. Just enough magic embedded into it that as she passed the tall stocky guard at the end of the hallway, touched his shoulder, to make him forget the world around him. Her necklace? Held the rest of it.
She was in and out in under two minutes. That’s all the time she’d dare erase before the guard would become suspicious. The small ten year old vampire gripped her hand so tight she might break a bone but around a few more corners, Vittoria came to the exit door, stooped, and pressed the pebble into her mouth and forced her to swallow it. It would do it’s job, make her forget, heal the gashes that they wouldn’t allow Vittoria to heal when she couldn’t and just as she reached up to scan her badge, the absolute worst seemed to happen.
Blue eyes stared back at the dark hallway they’d come down, the sound of footsteps approaching and to her horror, Vittoria thought they’d been caught. Instead, what she saw, wasn’t at all what she expected.
Standing before her were three men, two of which she did not know, one of which she knew very well.
There was more yelling beyond them and Vittoria didn’t blink, swiped her badge and shoved the vampire girl out into the night. “Run!” And run she did. She held the door open wide for them, ushering them out into the wet night. But he looked at her. Looked dead into her eyes and she saw the recognition. Heard the beginnings of words and she knew she shouldn’t have, but one hand gripped her necklace, the other hand quietly balled into a fist and her spell slipped between her lips as he made an accusation.
She took his memories right then and there, all of which she could steal in seconds but it was too late.
The taller one was already advancing, and her world had already going dark. “Castiel---!” She was the only one, after all, who did bother to find out his name.
