"TEETH."
veena lambert (x mare torres at the very end)
once again, angst, mostly veena centered this time.
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Her teeth, most importantly her fangs. Sharp and deadly with a bite force to kill a man.
She was just the same. Sharp, fierce, deadly.
At least that's how people saw her. A horrific beast who only lived to kill. A monster that could only rip and tear, never love.
The rumors wore her down, despite how she presented herself, the words they threw at her dug into her skin, her weakened heart breaking.
She didn't want to be like this, she hated it. The claw markings on her walk served as a reminder of what she was. The teeth marks on her arms once again, reminded her of what she was capable of.
She felt no power, only pain.
When she was a little girl, they told her she'd do great things. She had dreams, just like any other child. If only she hadn't taken the wrong path home. If only she had stuck to the trail.
To this day she remembered the pain that shot through her shoulder. The cold earth met her bare knees as she was held down, it was painful. It drank from her. Tearing into her skin and leaving her bloody. She woke up after a few hours. The hospital room was so bright. It burned in her memory.
She wanted to go home. She was scared.
Those next few days were the worst. Veena was bed bound, her mouth aching, she hadn't noticed that she could tear into her food much easier. How her bedsheets tore under the pressure of her nails,
The final nail in her coffin was when he own father walked in her bedroom, shrouded in darkness, only to find her hunched over in the corner, the family cat in her arms, at first he believed she was cuddling her cat, only to find a horrific bite wound in the feline and it's remains spewing out her lips. Fangs out on display.
He did the only thing he could. Dashing to the living room, retrieving a pair of pliers, Her own mother forcing her down onto her bed, holding her mouth open, She screamed, she begged.
"it wasn't my FAULT!"
"HE DID THIS TO ME!"
"I didn't mean too daddy!! please! I DIDN'T MEAN TOO!"
She tried to shut her mouth, She tried to pull the arms holding her down but it was no use. Her father grabbed her chin, his broken nails digging into her face as he took the pliers to his own daughters teeth.
pulling them out.
She spent hours on the floor, bleeding. Blood was the only thing she knew. Locked in her bedroom, her tongue dragging along the two dips in her gums.
A part of her was grateful when the man with the funny accent kicked down the front door, yelling about a large sum of money. She may have been locked up in her room, hungry and cold but she still listened through the cracks.
The gunshots made her jump. The silence made her head hurt.
She heard the footsteps, she only backed away from the door just a tiny bit. For the first time since months ago she saw the hallway again, her view blocked slightly by a large man in a suit.
She looked up at him, A tiny doll clutched in her hand. She was scared, not of him but of his mind.
would he take her teeth out too?
"piccola rosa..look at your face.."
He kneeled down, reaching out a hand. One that she hesitantly took.
Her mouth stained with her own blood, bite marks tracing up her arms. Bruised and swollen.
"petalo prezioso..you cannot stay here,,"
He was so soft spoken, His other hand reached to hold her face.
"let me take you away from here, you will be safe.."
Her mother always told her to never trust strangers, But veena had lived her life trusting someone who only wronged her. Once a mother, now a stranger.
That was the day she packed a bag and followed this man into his car, carefully sitting in the backseat with her doll, brushing its hair.
Her life improved from then. She had learned to cope with her instincts, figuring out who she was with her father, Her fangs growing back, Her father helping her deal with any stress, They weren't related by blood but he had saved her and after a few mountains of paperwork, She had a family again. One that loved her unconditionally.
Veena is older now, she had grown, sitting in her own home. Currently holding a photo album in her lap, the one thing her father had gifted her at her engagement party. She wiped her tears, closing the book.
"hey, sweetheart I made- oh my,, is everything alright?"
Mare, the man who loved her more than anything else, stood in the doorway, immediately rushing over to sit next to her, his arm wrapping around her shoulders.
"what's this? oh..old memories huh?"
She smiled a tiny bit, nodding her head.
She had met him in her third year of school, she was a troublemaker, snarky and cruel, he was a sweet kid, a goody two shoes in her eyes. He fell hard but she fell harder. A simple seat arrangement led to them kissing in the supply cupboard, soon those events led to a few dates, a few dates lead to a relationship, moving in..an engagement.
"oh..yeah sorry- I just, got a little emotional.."
His gaze softened, lifting his mask off to kiss her cheek, affectionately baa'ing when she kissed the hand that held her face.
"yeah? well, I made some tea..hopefully that'll make you feel better.."
She nodded, looking down at her hand. The prettiest ring latched onto her finger.
"still not over that?"
He lifted her hand to kiss the back of it, her giggles making him smile.
"you proposed to me!! we're getting married?? of course I'm not over it!!"
She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder, squeezing him affectionately.
"good!! I'm not over it either!!"
He chuckled, She leaned upwards for a quick kiss, he reciprocated.
She had the life she so desperately wanted. Despite all the things she had lost and had to live through,
She was finally happy, A family, A fiance, A life she could live freely.
And she was so grateful for it.
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Veena's full lore, I'm so glad I actually managed to finish this 💔
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