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Irk- Part 2
Madeline was startled by the question, and she stared at Calhoun. He had a look of seriousness in his eyes. The smile on his lips had lowered down as he waited for her response. She was glad that he was asking her permission, instead of ushering her out of the room along with her belongings to his room.
"Nothing needs to happen before the wedding," he added, and this had her question even more on what had got Calhoun to ask her to move into his room. "Nobody ever comes to enter this quarters. We don't have to tell it to your family or anyone else."
She bit the inside of her cheek, wondering if she should say yes or a no. In a few days she would be living in his room so did it make much difference if she moved now or later? Madeline asked in her mind.
"Okay," she agreed, and Calhoun beamed.
And the same day, most of the cupboards and drawers were cleaned out from the King's room to make room for the lady's belongings who would be sharing the space with the King. She saw the servants move one thing after another until everything was properly organized and they left the room. Calhoun had the largest room compared to anyone else in the castle, and maybe even the largest bed that was draped with curtains on the bedposts.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching the door close and her eyes then shifted to look at Calhoun who was keeping some of his things on the other side of the room.
"Was this the same room that was used by the previous King and Queen?"
"No, it was on the other side of the castle. This used to not be the King's quarters until I turned to a King," replied Calhoun returning to her side. Madeline remembered Lucy mentioning about Calhoun modifying things around the castle, "This has been my room since I entered the castle. Back then it was less fancy."
"I see," she replied, slightly feeling awkward. It would take more than an hour to get used to the fact that she would be living here from now, thought Madeline to herself. Was this how a new bride felt? But then she had visited this room many times before and she had also slept on this bed.
She heard a knock on the door which was left open, "Milord. The meal is here."
"Don't you think my aunt will be suspicious about my absence?" questioned Madeline. Even though her aunt behaved like nothing was wrong, and she was here only to attend the wedding, but there was something in the way the woman looked at her. Raphael had warned her to be careful around her aunt.
Calhoun dismissed the maid after the trolley was brought towards the bed and the maid left the room immediately without spending another second there. "Theodore will inform your family that you are having a private lunch with me. One meal away from prying eyes shouldn't hurt."
"Did Raphael tell you about the cards we picked?" on her question, he nodded his head.
"Your aunt doesn't look like she's sure about you and is only trying to confirm if you are a dark angel or not. So far with what I have seen and what has fallen on my ears, her opinions are shifting," Calhoun picked the lid of one of the containers so that the food could be served on the plate, "Her connections outside the castle has been cut off which will lead people to come here looking for her."
Madeline wasn't sure about the future, "You mean at the wedding?"
"Who knows. It is better to be prepared, isn't it?" She wondered what Calhoun had on his mind. "As we all are aware, holy water is something that helps in identifying the demons and the vampires because they both belong to the dark side. Right now, we have connected the water connections from each house and building to the well of the church."
"But won't that alert them?" she frowned.
"Only the connection has been given. The water is yet to flow. Given that it will hurt the ones who are living in the villages and town, it will be enough to alert the ones who are new. It's going to be chaotic," the old smile that belonged to Calhoun returned to his lips, one that was malicious. Looking at the worried look on Madeline's face, his smile turned back to a mischievous one, "Everything will be over before you even know."
Madeline hoped it wouldn't be as chaotic as Calhoun wanted. His bloodthirst was more compared to others, but when the needle pointed at her, she wondered how things would go. Her eyebrows furrowed.
"Theodore's wound didn't heal as quickly as yours did," she muttered under her breath.
"Hmm," agreed Calhoun, "It must be because he's old," but Madeline shook her head.
"The day when Lady Lucy had the argument with Samuel, both he and Theodore fought," hearing Madeline's words, Calhoun's eyes immediately narrowed because he knew where this was going, "I saw wounds on Samuel's face-"
"Because he's a demon," Calhoun gritted his teeth. It wasn't that he hadn't met demons before or vampires who were part demons like him, but Samuel had never let the fact out that he was a demon. Running through the time he had spent with Samuel, Calhoun finally stopped at the not so recent memory when everyone had gone hunting in the forest with Madeline.
The arrow.
With the past rifts with the Warrings thanks to his senseless father, Calhoun had come to assume that it was the people from the other land who were coaxed by his dear Aunt Rosamund to harm Madeline. But it was not her, but possibly Samuel who had drawn the arrow at Madeline.
Four days passed, and the news about Isaac Barnes involved in his daughter's murder spread like wildfire in the public as the man was captured by the members of the High House for execution. The news had even reached Madeline, and she wasn't excited about it, because death was not supposed to be celebrated. But the High House were doing their job and two members came to the castle to visit the King.
Madeline, who had heard about the High House members visiting Calhoun, she hovered not too far away from the room where the men were in now.
"Lady Madeline?" came a voice behind her, and Madeline turned startled to see it was Lucy. Both the girls bowed at each other, "Are you waiting for brother Calhoun?"
Madeline had tried not to hover around the room, but it was hard not to do it. She smiled at Lucy's words, "I was waiting for him."
Lucy returned the smile, "You don't have to worry about Weasley. He usually never brings bad news except for rare times," that was convincing, thought Madeline. "When the High House had come to existence, I remember father not being happy about it. He had too many things that needed to be cleaned up." Both the girl's left the corridor to start taking a walk, "I used to not to get to witness it, but I did overhear the servants of the castle speaking of how my family treated people. I don't think just because one is a King and Queen, one should not treat people like that."
The vampiress opened up to the thoughts which she had turned a blind eye until now, "People often take advantage of things, taking it for granted and consumed with power, thinking things will be the same forever without knowing there are ups and downs to everything," explained Lucy, letting her thoughts out which she had never discussed.
"I think people deserve their fate for the deeds they have done. Having grown alone in the castle, I was happy to see brother Calhoun along with Theodore here. It was more like a company," came a faint smile on the vampiress's lips, "I think in the past even the High House didn't look too much into the case because they knew what had transpired. There are some good people we can count on. Weasley has always been one of Calhoun's informants. So be at ease."
Was it evident on her face that she was worried? Asked Madeline to herself, "How are things on your end, Lady Lucy?"
"I think I will be staying here in the castle for a few more days before going to the mansion which my parents had gifted me. It comes in the North of Norberry."
Madeline slightly frowned hearing this, and she asked, "What about Theodore?"
"Sometimes we think and hope that the other person feels the same, to reciprocate the feelings. Sometimes we imagine things that are not there," Lucy's words fell to a whisper at the end, a trace of sadness in her voice before she brightened it with a smile. "Maybe it is for the best. I will have a place just for myself and live the way I want. You can keep visiting me when you can."
"I will do that," responded Madeline with a smile.
Didn't Theodore like Lucy? Though it wasn't evident to the eyes, there were some hints which made Madeline feel like the man did care about Lucy. They took a few more walks before noticing Calhoun step out of the room with the two men whom she recognized one of them to be Weasley, and the other was the silver-haired man.
"Who is that?" inquired Madeline, "The one next to Weasley."
"That's Reginald Frost," answered Lucy, "He is the one who is in charge of most of the church. You can count him to be a priest."
What a strange combination, thought Madeline. Vampire, demon, and the priest under one roof.
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Irk- Part 3
Madeline watched the two House members who continued to speak to Calhoun even after they stepped out from the room and it looked like it was a serious discussion. Weasley was the one who was speaking the most while Calhoun occasionally replied. In no time, Theodore joined them and Lucy as if on cue took her leave from the corridor by excusing herself.
The High house members bowed at the King and started to leave, walking in the direction where Madeline had been standing. Weasley was speaking something to Reginald, busy in the discussion when the silver-haired man's eyes met hers, and she noticed a faint smile on his lips. He offered her a bow, and she did the same. For a priest, he looked too pleasant thought Madeline to herself.
Her eyes continued to trail at the two people until she felt a finger below her chin that turned her head to see Calhoun standing in front of her, "Were you waiting for me?" his eyes looked deep into her brown eyes.
"What were the High House members doing here?" she inquired, and Calhoun let go of her chin.
"The other High House members are trying to pick dirt on me. Dimitri, Luther, Lilith and some others because it seems Rosamund has submitted some evidence against me. Not about the past but the recent murders and the werewolf incident," Calhoun said in a casual tone, "Luther and Lilith are siblings. They want to cast me away from the throne."
"Is it possible?"
"Not until I am here," Calhoun seemed barely fazed, "Helena already mentioned about a meeting that will be taking place. The King from Warring will be the one to address the issue, and Luther hopes that Sebastian will agree to stand against me. We'll need to see how it goes. Also, since it's the King's wedding, the High House members will be attending it."
They started to walk down the corridor, their footsteps slow-paced as they didn't any place to be at right now, "Aunt Mary said my cousins and my uncle will be arriving here in two days."
"More trouble?" Calhoun joked, and Madeline didn't have an answer to it. Everyone appeared normal until their intention was revealed. "No worries. I think your aunt has dropped the idea about you being a dark angel for now. So you can be at ease."
The wedding decoration had already begun in the castle, and the servants had turned more occupied than before. Soon the guests would arrive to attend, and the days for the wedding wasn't far.
As they continued to walk, Madeline wondered who else would be visiting the wedding. With four days that had passed, she had now started to share the room with Calhoun. And as promised, he hadn't kissed or touched her in a way to entice her. Not that it was easy. Two days ago, when she had woken up from her sleep, Calhoun had only finished his bath and had come out from his bath stark naked with water dripping down his chest. She had closed her eyes immediately to pretended that she was asleep only to be greeted with a kiss on her forehead.
Returning back to the present, Madeline looked at Calhoun.
"How is my bride to be doing?" he asked, the back of their hands brushing against each other as they continued to walk in the corridors of the castle.
"Nervous," she replied. She wondered if things would change further or if it would continue to remain the same as what had to be changed had been done. Except for the fact that she would need to control her abilities, "How are you doing?" she threw the question back at Calhoun.
"Wonderful. Mm," Calhoun said, as if remembering something, "Weasley said one of the village men caught sight of James."
"Where did they see him?" it was good to know that James was still breathing in his human form.
"It was near one of the villages that isn't too far away from where the High House is located. He's turned to be quite a famous man," Calhoun omitted the part where picture of James' face was nailed to most of the trees, "Weasley said he will try to get James back at the castle. Try being the word here."
"That is very kind of him," she whispered, glad that someone was helping. And she then asked, "Do you think I will be able to heal him? Without the antidote-"
"I don't want you to," came the firm words from Calhoun.
It seemed like every time Madeline's powers tried to awaken itself, she ended up in pain, and he wasn't sure if her body was trying to adjust or if something was happening, "Even if one day something happens to me, you shall not try to 'fix' it."
Madeline's lips set itself in a thin line, "You want to be dead?"
Calhoun rolled his eyes, "What am I going to do if you aren't here, you dummy."
The thought of Calhoun covered in blood crept in her mind, but Madeline pushed it away, "Wouldn't you do the same for me?" she asked.
"I am a selfish bastard. Why do you think I would do that?" asked Calhoun, turning his gaze away from her, and Madeline didn't know if it was alright to smile. "You should expect less from the man who stole you away from the world."
"Right," agreed Madeline, "A man who steals a little girl's four cloverleaf."
"You can have it if you want," offered Calhoun, looking at her from the corner of his eyes. Madeline was about to reply to him when she saw her mother and aunt appear from the other side of the hall, speaking to each other.
"My King," both the women bowed in greeting. Madeline's aunt turned to her and she said,
"I wanted to give you something earlier. At first I thought I will give it when your uncle arrives, but I think it is alright." She fished something in her pocket to pull out a chain that Madeline was familiar with. It looked similar to the one which her grandfather had given to her mother in the past for Beth and her to wear.
Aunt Mary stretched her hand, ready to give it to Madeline without putting it in a box. But before Madeline could take it, Calhoun caught hold of the chain, and he brought it in front of his face, "This is a stunning piece. Where did you get it from?" he asked in an oblivious tone.
A sudden look of displeasure came to pass in Madeline's aunt's eyes. The smile on her face tightened, "This chain has been passed down in our family."
"An heirloom you mean? How interesting. Why does it feel like I have seen this before?" hummed Calhoun.
"Elizabeth has one. Madeline lost it when she was little," Mary replied, wanting the King to hand over the chain to Madeline so that she could wear it. Even though she behaved as if she had given up on the idea about her niece being a dark angel, there was still a part of her that hoped Madeline was one. The chain had the property to emphasize the kind of creature one belonged to when worn around the neck.
Calhoun looked up at Mary, the charming smile broadening on his lips, he said, "It is a beautiful gift, but you don't mind her wearing it later, do you? I have a gift for Madeline myself. Excuse us," he put his hand on Madeline's back before ushering her from there.
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Old Bat- Part 1
Madeline stepped into the gallery room following Calhoun, she turned to ask him, "What was that?" Given Calhoun could be odd at times, she didn't understand his action that took place a few seconds ago.
"Remember how I said your aunt was not a threat? Well let's cancel that," he waved his hand. He raised the chain that held a circle like pendant in it, "This is not the same as what your sister wears."
When he went to wear the chain, Madeline asked, "What are you doing?"
"Trying to see if the chain is cursed. It will affect me less than you," and he wore the chain around his neck. For a few seconds, nothing happened and she wondered if Calhoun was wrong, but then suddenly she saw him fall on his knees, "Calhoun!" She tried to get to him, but she was only pushed across the room to crash against the many canvases that were placed upright.
She felt the slight ache on her back. Calhoun looked like he was huffing for air and when he raised his head, Madeline caught sight of him baring his fangs and his wings automatically appeared from his back, taking most of the space in the room. His eyes had turned black, and there were roots like lines that spread around his eyes.
It seemed like the chain had brought out Calhoun's true nature within a few seconds. Madeline gritted her teeth. She believed her aunt had dropped the subject, but it seems like Aunt Mary was adamant in testing her.
"Cal?" Madeline called his name, trying to inch closer to him. She doubted having the chain around his neck for a long time was a good idea. She had to get it off of his neck! On hearing his name, Calhoun turned to look at Madeline, but she doubted he was in his sane mind. Especially the way he looked at her as if she was the last piece of meal on this land. She gulped.
Madeline didn't have a good feeling about this. She had heard the door lock after she had entered the gallery, which would mean it was just Calhoun and her in here now. She noticed some of the features on his face had changed compared to his usual one- the colour of his eyes and his fangs looked more deadly.
Was this his demon side?
She tried to race her brain on what to do apart from removing the chain. To remove the chain, she was supposed to be near Calhoun, but there was a possibility of him drinking her dry today. Madeline tried to keep herself calm because from what she had gathered, her body went to the defensive mode when it felt threatened and she didn't want to hurt Calhoun.
Calhoun took slow steps towards her, pushing one canvas that stood in his way. When he came to stand right in front of her, Madeline could feel her heart starting to thump loudly in her chest. It was hard to break her gaze away from him.
Before Madeline could bat an eyelash, Calhoun had opened his mouth wide and sunk his teeth between her neck and shoulder to drink blood from her. She flinched at the pain she felt, and at the same time, her hands went around his neck to unhook the chain from his neck.
When she successfully removed the chain, it fell on the ground, and after a second Calhoun's fangs retracted back into his mouth.
"Fuck!" he cursed under his breath.
"You are back," whispered Madeline willing her heartbeat back to normal.
Calhoun pulled away from her to see Madeline smile, "Did I hurt you?" he questioned and then said, "I am so sorry," the words rushed out of his mouth before he pulled her in his arms and hugged her tightly.
"I am okay," replied Madeline while patting his back, but Calhoun could hear her heart racing in her chest. He would deal with the other people later when they came, but he couldn't have Madeline's aunt around her anymore.
"Your aunt received a direct entry to hell," said Calhoun.
By the time of the evening, Mary was found behind the rusty iron bars of the dungeon without anyone's knowledge as she was dragged away from the castle when she was walking alone in the garden.
Far away from the castle and in the mountains that was hidden by the thick trees of the forest, in a dark cave, was a coffin that was made of black polished wood, an old man rested in it with his eyes closed while the lid of the coffin was removed.
The inside of the coffin was cushioned in red silk, and the old man looked old with grey hair and wrinkles on his face. A man arrived at the side of the casket, "M-milord, we found some information." But the old man didn't open his eyes, and it looked like he was in a deep sleep. The man cleared his throat, "Constance is dead." This time the old man's eyes flew open, his eyes were red in colour.
"Check again," said the old vampire, not hiding his fangs.
The servant who had come to inform was also a vampire, he opened his mouth but closed it right away. He had checked it three times to make sure the news was right.
"What are you doing standing there like a fool?" the old man got up from the coffin and stepped out of it.
He glared at his servant, who didn't dare to look up, "M-milord. I got three other people to check and t-that's what we found."
The older vampire's eyes flared in anger, and he caught hold of his servant's neck. Pushing him against the cold wall of the cave, "How can my daughter be dead, when I told you to look after her?" he asked in a low tone. In a blink of an eye, the old man changed his appearance to a man to be in his early thirties, "Have you lost your fucking tongue?"
The servant didn't know how to answer his master. It was true that he was assigned to watch over the young lady, but she had given them the slip and had never returned. He blabbered incoherent words, and the servant was thrown to the side.
"Take me to the place where she rests now," demanded the old vampire with a glare.
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Old Bat- Part 2
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The sky had turned dark, and the weather colder than any other day, which one had come to experience in the last few months. But the weather didn't deter the old vampire who had been sleeping for ages and had woken up only recently.
They walked to the village where everyone was fast asleep in their houses. With the servant who closely followed the older vampire, they headed in the direction of the graveyard that was in the forest which was isolated and away from the village.
"Is this where she is, Odin?" demanded the older vampire, his eyes glaring at every little thing around him. "This looks like a fucking forest with tombs. This is no graveyard."
Even though Odin was a vampire, he shivered due to fright on what his Master might say or do. It felt like more than five to six decades had passed since his Master had gone to hibernate in his coffin and now that he was awake, nothing but fear-filled Odin's body.
Odin walked towards one of the graves, and he stood at the side, giving his master space to look at the tombstone.
"This is where her name has been engraved, Sire," Odin bowed his head deeply. His Master Vladimir Lazarus was the first-ever vampire to come into existence with the demon blood. He was the one who had fallen from heaven.
'Constance Leigh.'
"Who is this Leigh?" Vladimir's eyes narrowed. The last time he remembered his daughter's last name was still Lazarus. "Did you pick the wrong grave, Odin?" he cracked both his knuckles to get a quick response from his servant.
"Master, this is her grave. I went looking for more information and found out she was the same person when it came to description," even though some details were something Odin didn't expect to hear.
"Open the coffin," ordered Vladimir and Odin quickly stepped closer to the cemented coffin, and he pushed the lid away so that one could take a look at her body that laid inside.
He saw a skeleton inside the coffin, along with another body and Odin who had not dared to open Lady Constance's coffin before looked alarmed. His Master held a sever and stern look on his face, both his hands placed behind his back, holding each other as he took himself to stand in front of the coffin.
Moving closer, Vladimir's hand shot out to reach one of the skeleton's hand, running his thumb over it before he dropped it and did the same with another body's bone that was in the coffin. "Did your brain damage or catch rust, Odin?" asked Vladimir. With a scrutinizing gaze, he looked at the servant who looked confused, "This is not Constance. I told you she could not be dead."
Odin knew that his Master was not happy to hear the news as he cherished and treasured his daughter more than anything, which was also possibly the reason why the lady was dead. Vladimir Lazarus had lost his wife but had been gifted with a daughter. Like his wife, his daughter had turned out to be a human with traces of demon blood in her. He had brought her up himself. Shielding her away from other creatures who could bring harm to her. Odin knew his Master loved his daughter so much and he had seen the lady had grown curious to see the outside world.
It had been only a year after his Master went to sleep when Lady Constance left the cave of tower without anyone's notice. Some of the servants had gone in search of the lady, but to no avail, as she seemed to have disappeared from sight. They couldn't disturb their Master and had to wait for him to wake up from his sleep.
Vladimir raised his hand out of impatience, and his servant who had been thinking to himself suddenly lifted in the air, "Explain, Odin unless you want to turn as a compost to the useless plants in here."
Odin's eyes grew wide because he knew what his Master was capable of. Even though Vladimir, who once held another name when he was in heaven, now a demon turned vampire he hadn't lost his abilities. The servant vampire had stayed next to his Master, serving him for many years to know one snap of his master's fingers could turn him to liquid.
"Master Vladimir, I swear that this is where she was resting! It is what the villagers said. The lady's name is not common! Why would I lie?!" Odin pleaded.
"Because you know how much she wanted to get out of the cave. You must have let her free," the older vampire's eyes narrowed, he saw his loyal servant shake his head vigorously.
"Never, Master! Odin would never betray you!" and Vladimir knew that. He gritted his teeth and dropped the vampire down on the ground. He leaned forward towards the inside of the coffin, taking a sniff and his eyes hardened. He could smell the faint smell of his kin in here. The only family he had was his deceased wife and his daughter. It wasn't the first time he had taken a nap. He had done it before, which was why he had hoped to see his daughter after waking up.
Vladimir couldn't believe that his daughter was dead. His precious and naive daughter. Something terrible must have happened to her when he was sleeping.
"If she's not here, where has she been buried!" Vladimir's voice came out thunderous, shaking the feeble leaves that were hanging on the trees to fall to the ground. Some of the bats that were sitting in the trees quickly flew away at his voice.
Odin wished he knew, but he didn't. "I will ask villagers again, and quickly find her," he bowed his head again without meeting his Master's eyes.
Hearing the word village, Vladimir's head turned in the direction they had come. "She must have been living there," murmured the old vampire. At the same time, one of the coffins started to make a noise like bats were living inside it, "Odin," he called the servant's name to open the lid, to see who was in there.
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Old Bat- Part 3
Odin walked towards the coffin that was making noise, and he wondered if it was a human, who could provide blood to his Master as his Master was thirsty after his long slumber. Putting his hands on the edge of the lid, Odin used his vampire strength to push it away and suddenly, a man jumped out of it who looked like he was in anger.
The man was none other than Holden who Calhoun had put in the coffin.
"Who are you? Are you here to put me back again to sleep?" asked Holden, his eyes looking at the two men back and forth.
Vladimir had a frown on his face, "Put him back in the coffin. He's of no use," he ordered Odin, and the servant quickly pulled out something from his pocket and Holden noticed it was a whip that was burning red.
"You must be fucking kidding me!" said Holden. He had initially been filled with rage and wanted to get back at Calhoun for putting him in the coffin, but seeing these two crazy vampires, he decided to break and tear them apart before going to hunt the so-called King. "I will kill both of you for even thinking to put me back. You must be the King's pals."
King's pals? Thought Odin in his mind. His eyes shifted to look at his Master, who continued to stare.
"Do you know where Constance is?" asked Vladimir to the demon who had come out of the coffin.
Holden scrunched his face, "I don't know who you are speaking about," and he picked up a nearby stone.
"Seems like you are useless and are better inside in the coffin," murmured Vladimir, having no patience even after the long sleep he had.
Odin quickly interrupted the conversation and asked the demon who might have at least seen Lady Constance or known about her, "The Lady was a pretty person. Gentle characters and kind with her words," quite the opposite to her father, thought Odin, "She lived in this village," said the servant, hoping this demon was from the same village.
Somewhere the name did ring in Holden's mind, and his eyebrows furrowed, "Ah!" he exclaimed in realization and started to laugh, "Her. Of course, how could I forget. That cunt who spread her legs to every man in the village to make money, after the King left her."
The nerve on the older vampire's forehead popped in pure, seething anger, at the very words of the demon, while Odin's eyes widened. He wondered if he should go behind the tree and take cover because his Master didn't look happy.
"What did you just say?" came Vladimir's low and deadly voice, even though he had heard the words.
Holden despised the current King since the time he had been living here in the village. Calhoun had gone as far as to kill his wife, who was a demoness before he had disappeared from here. Demons hid their identity, without letting any other creatures know about their existence and that included the other fellow demons too, unless one found out by mistake.
"Isn't that why you are here?" Holden looked at the old vampire who questioned him. The vampire didn't look like he lived anywhere near here and instead looked like he lived in a town, belonging to a wealthy family. "I mean that is why everyone came looking for her. She was a famous woman until a few years before she hit the bed. I heard she was quite a thing and that is why the King had his share of fun until he realized what kind of whore she was-"
Vladimir raised his hand to snap both of his fingers, and the stone that Holden was holding, fell flat on the ground, while Holden himself no longer existed as his body had exploded leaving black liquid on the forest ground.
"Useless demons," said Vladimir. Odin stood there without batting his eyelash because he had seen this happen many times. Demons who crossed Vladimir often met a similar fate.
"I thought the demons would have evolved, but they seem to be brainless as ever," his words were cold, and he didn't bother to look at the splattered blood on the ground. To Vladimir, nothing mattered except him and his daughter, but even she was dead and what he heard didn't sit well with him.
Odin, on the other side, didn't dare to utter a word. He had learned not to speak out of line and only said things that were of importance. Like the humans liked to call it, it seemed like his Master had woken up on the wrong side of the coffin and heard the bad news being Lady Constance' death. The foolish demon had only added fuel to his Master's pain.
"I want to see where Constance is, Odin. Right now and find out about this current King who rules the lands. How dare he touch my daughter."
"Yes, Sire," Odin obliged to his Master's command. The fog in the forest slowly started to increase, and the two vampires made their way into the village. When they were passing by the abandoned house that looked like it was in shambles, Vladimir paused his feet and turned to look at the house, "Is everything alright, Master?"
Vladimir stared at the empty house. His gaze moved from one wall to another before he resumed his footsteps.
Even though everyone was sleeping soundly as it was the time of midnight, Vladimir didn't care about it. With one look on the door of a random house, the door flew open, waking the people in the house and a man came holding a pitchfork in his hand thinking it was a robber.
"Thief!" shouted the village man.
Vladimir didn't like the insult, and he raised his hand again when Odin nervously whispered, "Master, please! We need to find the lady."
The old vampire saw the village man ready to stab him with the pitchfork, and he suddenly caught hold of the village man's neck, pushing him against the wall. Putting a smile on his face, he said, "I would like to know where is Constance Leigh's body buried at because I didn't find her in the cemetery that is in the forest."
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It is time- Part 1
In the castle's dungeon, Calhoun leaned against the wall with his hands folded as he stared at the woman who was in the cell room staring back at him with a much intense gaze.
"What are you staring at?" asked Mary keeping a calm facade, "Thinking you have outdone yourself?"
Calhoun sighed, "I was thinking about how your family members enjoys spending time in these cell rooms. Unfortunately, your father had fallen in deep sleep before he was placed here."
Mary's eyes narrowed, "Everyone lied about my parents not visiting the castle," she spoke through gritted teeth.
"Not everyone. We just happened to show them the way to the dungeon after having some word with each other. Like you, they were too adamant on trying to get to Madeline so I killed your father and your mother turned to someone's chew toy," Calhoun ran his tongue across his upper teeth. "I am glad that Madeline has not acquired the foolishness from you or from your parents."
"It seems like I was right, after all," commented Mary, coming to stand in front of the bars, "Madeline wore the chain, didn't she?"
"She didn't."
Mary scoffed, "How did you find out then?"
Calhoun had got his servants who were humans to escort Mary to the dungeon because he didn't want any of the demons who were servants to be manipulated by this woman as he didn't know what she was capable of.
"Thanks to your parents, you turned to acquire the position of being the next suspect directly. My question is, why haven't you tried sacrificing Madeline when you have been this close to her?" he tilted his head in question. "You are done for, Mary."
"You haven't killed me because you want answers," the woman's expression changed.
"Don't get conceited because it didn't stop me from getting rid of your parents," stated Calhoun, amused.
"Then, you should. Why don't you kill me now? Come on," Mary provoked Calhoun. There was underlying evilness in her tone, inviting him and waiting to harm the vampire who stood on the other side of the cell.
Calhoun pushed himself to reach out for the lock, and he took upon the woman's offer of stepping inside the cell room. Mary who watched the King get in, she couldn't help but think how stupid men were with their pride and confidence.
With no guards around them, Mary didn't lose a second in muttering something under her breath and moved her hand which Calhoun caught sight of, but before he could stop her, he fell on his knees. Mary laughed, and said, "You are not as smart as you think you are. Did you think I invited you in here to kill me?" she raised one of her eyebrows, "My parents were a little dumb, but don't add me up with them. I might not have abilities like them, but that doesn't mean I am short of it."
Calhoun caught hold of his chest, coughing.
"To answer your question of why I didn't do anything to her yet because I doubt I alone can handle her. I have seen the body of the girl whom she killed the second time," explained Mary before muttering more spells and Calhoun spat blood on the dirty ground, "There are some others who are going to come for her. Do you know how happy I am, knowing that she's a dark angel?"
"What do you intend to do with her?" Calhoun appeared to have trouble while speaking.
Mary watched the King writhe in pain as his heart was being squeezed. How tables had turned quickly, thought the woman because it was only a few seconds ago this vampire was threatening to kill her.
"Isn't it obvious? I am going to take her heart for myself," answered Mary with a smug look on her face. She took a few steps to her right before turning around, "Do you know the amount of powers that she holds. She's the key to heaven, a way to ascend to a higher being than being a normal human."
"Seems like you aren't happy or satisfied with what you have," Calhoun's face contoured in pain, "How can you do it to your own niece?"
Mary clicked her tongue, "Does it matter who it is? You should know it the best, my King, that how enticing power is. What did you think you were planning? To kill me?" asked the woman, "You are just a mere vampire and just because you are the King doesn't mean you are a powerful person. Even if you kill me, there are others who are on their way and gathering slowly and surely to take her while sacrificing some blood. I can barely wait for it."
The woman enjoyed seeing Calhoun in pain. She saw how the King had fallen. He would die once she would explode his heart in his chest. The vampire moved towards the wall and leaned his back.
"Madeline is innocent. She doesn't deserve it," stated Calhoun looking straight into the woman's eyes, and he took in every movement of hers.
"She has killed two people already. That's no work of an innocent being," said Mary looking at Calhoun whose head had lowered with his hand placed on his chest, "She was born to die. To be the key to heaven, but before that, you will be the one to die. Is there anything you want to say? For a King, you are weak. The crown has already fallen-"
Mary's words were interrupted by Calhoun's low chuckle. For a moment, she wondered if the King had lost his mind as the sound of his chuckle turned to a laugh that echoed in the room.
"Are you losing your sanity at the fact that you are going to die by my hands?" asked Mary, her eyes narrowed as Calhoun didn't stop laughing. He brought one leg of his to fold while letting his head lean back against the wall and his laughter finally died down.
Mary felt something to be amiss, and she looked taken aback by seeing that the vampire was not hurling on the floor. She whispered spells and moved her hand, but nothing happened, "What is going on?" she asked with a deep frown on her forehead.
Calhoun gave her an oblivious look, "You mean why I am not spouting blood anymore?" The woman's eyes widened. He stuck his tongue out to show the blood before retrieving it back into his mouth, and one corner of his lips pulled up, "I must have bit my tongue."
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It is time- Part 2
Mary had a look of shock on her face. Her lips moved, but not a word came out of it, and she quickly looked at the vampire who she had been hurting with her spells, spells that she could use even though she was not a fallen angel like her parents. She whispered words again, trying to hurt him, but the King had a smug look on his face, and he leaned his head back, staring at her with his blood-red eyes.
"Like I said," Calhoun pushed himself to stand up on his feet, "I am so glad that your family's ignorance doesn't run in Madeline. She must have acquired her senses from her parents."
"What did you do?!" demanded Mary, "You were spouting blood just now!"
Calhoun couldn't help but smile, and his fangs appeared to Mary's sight, "I knew you would pull some shitty trick that you have been hiding below your sleeve, so I did the same. I played along by biting my tongue and drew out enough blood to make you believe that you were in the lead when in truth, you were only dancing to my words."
Mary refused to believe that this mere vampire was able to stand in front of her unscathed and had only bluffed about being hurt by her. The vile King had been faking his pain and agony, making her believe that he was going to die.
"It isn't possible," her eyes continued to stare at the vampire because her spells could harm both vampires as well as demons! She was able to hurt Samuel. Therefore, she wasn't able to see what was different when it came to Calhoun, "W-what are you?" she asked, taking a step backwards and her back hit the rusted iron rods.
"Me?" Calhoun smiled, and when he blinked, his eyes turned pitch black, and after another blink, it turned to red again, "What do you think?"
"You are a vampire and a demon," Mary was slightly shocked because she had never heard Samuel ever mention about anyone in the castle being a demon. But her spells should still be able to work on him, thought Mary to herself. "I curse you to go back to the underworld. To the home that you belong to," said Mary raising her hand. Calhoun took a step closer to her, "You are the child of a sinner and-AHHHH!"
Calhoun had caught hold of Mary's wrist, twisting it upwards before turning it to hear the sound of her bone crack, "What a silly human you are. It seems like when death and greed approaches together, one starts losing his mind. I wasn't born as a demon, Mary."
"You will be cursed for your sins!" shouted Mary in agony because of her broken wrist, "You are a devil!" There was no other explanation to why her spells were not working on him.
"Oh, hush now, dear. You cannot give me all the credits now, can you? I wouldn't mind sharing a lot with you for what you tried," Calhoun tutted the woman, "If I am gone, what will happen to you? I mean, you will need someone to send you off to hell. For people like you who have the intention to kill your very own niece, I don't know how you can miss the point that a heaven is a place for pure beings. And you," he said, looking at her, "Are nowhere close to it. I am sure I can arrange some prioritized rooms in hell."
"You will burn in hell before I do!" When Mary tried to escape through the open door of the cell room, Calhoun got it closed right away.
"Don't be rude now, we aren't done talking to each other yet," said Calhoun with a charming smile on his face.
Mary gritted her teeth. She thought she had an ace card under her sleeve which she could use it on this vampire because she had done it in the past. Who would have thought that he would be unaffected by it.
"How is it possible? Who are you?" demanded the woman for an answer as she moved away from Calhoun to end up in the corner.
"I am the King of Devon, the murderer of the previous King," replied Calhoun in a calm tone. "I thought you already knew about it. What a forgetful memory you must have."
This vampire was playing with her with his words! Mary didn't know what to do because she was trapped. She had never thought that she wouldn't be able to harm this vampire, "Let's try to form a peaceful truce between each other," she proposed so that she could get out of the sticky situation she had put herself in. "I am Madeline's beloved aunt, someone who has taught her everything that you might be in love with."
Calhoun chuckled, "Why do you think you are still alive for this long? Take your extended time until now to be a appreciating gift," and hearing this, Mary's eyes turned wide. She shook her head.
"You cannot do that. If I am gone, you will only have more troubles coming to knock on your door. I can stand by your side and Madeline's, and help," she persuaded and saw Calhoun give it some thought.
"I think I will pass your offer for now," said Calhoun as if he wasn't interested in the offer, "But thank you for thinking about it so soon. What trouble will I fall into? Once you are dead, there's one less person to be worried about it. Isn't it?"
Mary shook her head again, "The demons in the High House along with the fallen angels will come for you. The last I heard some of them have been trying to throw you out."
"Interesting, but do you think I care what the members of the High House think?" the smile on Calhoun's lips fell, and his eyes looked hollow, "Now tell me. How would you like to die? By my hands, or being burnt like a witch in the middle of the village, or would you instead want to be beheaded like a chicken?"
The woman said, "Keep me, and you will be able to save more lives. Do you think people will not come for Madeline? Oh, they will, and they will kill her-"
Calhoun had moved so quick that Mary hadn't seen it coming so soon.
He stood right in front of her, his hand pierced through her chest to hold her heart and he slowly moved his fingers so that the woman could feel him squeeze her heart, while also knowing that she was going to die.
"You have an ugly heart, Mary. Let's hope that you can find a better one, until then."
Calhoun pulled out the heart from her chest and the light in Mary's eyes turned dull and vacant as she was no more alive. He dropped the heart from his bloody hand, and pulled out his kerchief to clean every part of his finger before throwing it on the ground.
When he made his way out of the dungeon, he saw Madeline, who was sitting outside, waiting for him. Seeing the seriousness on his face and the screams that she heard coming from the dungeon a moment ago, she didn't have to ask if her aunt was still alive.
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It is time- Part 3
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Madeline stood up, walking towards Calhoun when he stepped out of the dungeon. She heard him speak to the guards, sending them inside the dungeon to clean the cell room.
"Breathe, Madeline," said Calhoun to her, "Even if you have lost one relative of yours, that is still one less trouble. It makes me wonder if I should send my men to fetch all your relatives and put them in the dungeon," he hummed, his tone having a playfulness which would be hard for another person to digest.
"I never thought I would be the reason for their deaths," Madeline had a frown on her forehead, "I do understand why we do, what we do. But I think there will always be that pinch of pain even if it means that by the end of the day they wanted me dead."
They left the front of the dungeon and started to walk, making their way back to the castle, "It wouldn't be you if you didn't feel remorse over their death." Calhoun knew that Madeline might have been called as the dark angel, but she had the traits and abilities of an actual angel. Someone kind, gentle, who wanted everyone's well being not wanting to harm anyone, "To keep your conscience clean, I would be more than pleased and willing to kill the people who will come for you in the future."
"Because you have enough blood on you?" she asked to see Calhoun shrug his shoulder.
"Isn't that right? No matter how much darkness one adds to the colour of black, it will still continue to remain black," stated Calhoun.
Madeline took a second before saying, "But do you know that when white touches black, it turns to grey?" Calhoun could have the worst qualities, and maybe they weren't what she had imagined her future husband to have, but he had some very exceptional qualities that no one else had.
"Your heart is not made of gold," said Calhoun, his footsteps halting in the middle of the garden as they were still making their way back. Madeline took the time to stop her feet too, "You like to see things and people in the brightest way possible. Your heart is not made of gold because it is made of diamond. Crystal clear with not a speck of dirt on it."
"Don't you see me in a better light too?" Madeline put both her hands behind her back, locking them. The sky was dark, and as usual, both she and Calhoun were out of their rooms in the middle of the night in each others company, "I remembered what I did."
Calhoun raised his eyebrows, his head tilting slightly, and Madeline said, "I know why the head maid is missing."
After moving to his room, it took less than two days for her to recollect what she did to the maid. She wondered if Calhoun didn't judge her because he killed people too. They both did, and it was easier to accept. What if she was with someone else? Would they understand why she killed those people?
"You did it for certain reasons. If I am not wrong, I would tell that she tried to harm you," guessed Calhoun and Madeline pursed her lips.
The words Nicola said, that had gone unheard that day, Madeline could hear them clearly in her dream, "How do you sleep in peace?" her question was serious. She knew she had asked this in the past, but she wondered if the death's ever haunted Calhoun's mind.
"I have a good soft pillow," he said with a straight face before cracking a grin, "I get rid of the people whom might spoil my beauty sleep. It is as simple as that. You killed people because they had ill intentions."
"And you never think I might turn to that angel who might kill you?" They shared the same bed, in the same room, and Madeline couldn't help but question if she would go angelic on him.
Calhoun's eyes softened, at how far Madeline's feelings towards him had come to change and it softened his heart, "If you did...I know you will bring me back by that breath of your life." Madeline smiled. A leaf clover was a small thing, and Calhoun was different where she would need strength. But at the same time, he had forbidden her from using her magic on him, "I don't think you will ever harm me," he patted her head.
"You are not who you seemed to be, Calhoun," stated Madeline, "And maybe you have a heart of diamond too."
"Well, if you think it is, maybe it is true."
The clouds continued to stay in the sky. It was cold, where Madeline wore a coat around her to keep herself warm. The castle that was once cold and empty wasn't cold anymore. It was turning to a new home, welcoming her as she welcomed it into her heart and mind.
She had thanked Calhoun before, and she knew right now, she didn't have to thank him because he understood her feelings without the need to be told through words. Her fingers tightened, which she had been holding back and she let it loose before bringing it to her sides. Before they could leave the garden, she raised her toes, leaning towards him. Her eyes closed slowly as her lips almost touched Calhoun's lips and she pressed them.
Madeline didn't know how things were going to move from here, with her grandparents and her aunt dead, she didn't know which other relatives of hers would be the next person who would be coming after her. There were other people who knew about her existence, and she would need to be cautious.
The air around them turned colder, and Calhoun put his hand around her waist to bring her closer to him, and he kissed her. Madeline's hands went around Calhoun's neck, opening to him and kissing him in the same fervour as he did.
When they pulled away, Madeline felt Calhoun not let go, and he pressed his forehead to hers. His eyes were still close, and she took a moment to look at him before he finally pulled away.
"We should go back to the room," he whispered to her, caressing the side of her cheek and Madeline nodded her head, returning a smile when she saw Calhoun grin. She also noticed how small flakes of snow had started to fall from the sky, one after another. The time of snow was finally here.
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It is time- Part 4
Three more days passed, when Odin finally stepped into the graveyard hoping this was where Lady Constance Lazarus was buried. He hoped this was the right cemetery and he entered the cemetery which was built in the heart of the forest in Devon.
The servant vampire, looked back and forth, walking only to stop when he came to stand in front of the grave named Alan Hawthrone. He raised his hand, touching the lid of the cemented coffin, "Huh, this one seems different." Confirming the person inside with his eyes wide, and he turned himself to a bat before flying away from there to inform his Master.
"Master!" Odin cried, reaching the tower that was connected through the caves, "Master!" Entering the large room that had minimal furniture with a few things like a coffin to sleep, mirror and table. Odin noticed his Master being dressed by another servant. He wore a black coat with the fabric inside that was red, "Master, I found Lady Constance."
"Hopefully alive," replied Vladimir, who fixed his sleeves around his wrists.
Odin, who was going to speak, closed his mouth. His Master was being adamant in saying he wanted her to be alive, but the lady had passed away. A few nights ago when they had been to the village where Lady Constance used to live, the man who was in charge of the village had no idea about whom they were speaking about as he was newly appointed. Apparently, the previous magistrate had been found dead and torn into pieces.
Vladimir turned around, walking towards Odin who stood near the door. The older vampire walked past the servant, "Take me to her," and Odin quickly followed his Master.
It didn't take them too long to reach the graveyard. Vladimir went to the cemented grave that had a man's name. His thick eyebrows furrowed. He was the devil who had everything, yet here his daughter was lying in another person's coffin that was borrowed? All this while, he had done nothing but protect his dear daughter only to be shamed and used by other people. Just by that thought, his face hardened.
"Open the lid, Odin," ordered Vladimir, keeping a straight face. The servant went to the head side of the coffin and pushed the lid until it was left half open and half-close.
And finally, Vladimir caught sight of his daughter who was resting in the coffin. Even in death, she looked the same to him as if she was only sleeping. Her body continued to stay the same without decaying like it had been placed in here a minute ago. When he had left her, she was still young, growing—someone who didn't know how the world worked.
As Vladimir continued to look at his dead daughter in silence, he noticed a rose that was placed in her hand, petals that were black. "What did you find about the King who destroyed my daughter?" asked the older vampire.
"Sire, it is the King of Devon. The one who rules this land," answered Odin, who had collected only half of the information without knowing that the King now and then were different, "It was the King of Devon who took the lady into the castle and he...He threw her out of the castle. Leaving her alone and to fend by herself."
"And you didn't hear a word about it when it happened?" questioned Vladimir.
Odin looked ashamed. His head bowed, he answered, "We didn't know where she was, Master. We looked for her everywhere for many years, but it never occurred to us...that she would be in the castle…" This received a glare from Vladimir and Odin shook out of nervousness. "It seems she lived in the castle for a few years. I heard the King is going to get married again."
"How dare he throws my daughter and decides to have a younger bride," Vladimir's voice shook the nearby graves, "He killed my daughter. I shall kill his bride," announced the older vampire.
"Yes, Master!" Odin was quick to jump on the boat to hurt the King, who was responsible for Lady Constance's misery.
"Good," murmured Vladimir while he continued to stare at his daughter, wondering why she hadn't aged.
Not too far away from the graveyard, in the neighbouring village of East Carswell, in an old house, some of the men and women sat at the table. The people there were a mix of vampires, fallen angels and demons. The room was filled with chatter until a man dropped his mug on the table with a loud thud to gain everyone's attention.
"Has anyone heard anything from Mary yet?" asked the man.
"Nothing as of yet. Mary said she would send a letter, but there has been not a word from her," answered a man from the table. There were totally twelve people in the room, and this included Samuel, Lilith and Luther.
Samuel said, "She said to us to wait until she confirms."
"If she's not sent out a letter, it means something has happened to her. It is possible that the King knows," commented Lilith.
"The King knows nothing," scoffed Samuel, "I was there for years, and he never found out that a demon was living right under his nose."
"You saw the girl Samuel. What do you think?" asked the older-looking man who had a beard.
"I don't see why we are waiting for Mary when the girl has been confirmed to have killed two people in the past. Not to forget, she has come out of the coffin twice," addressed a vampire who was sitting quietly until now.
"I agree with Walter," said Samuel, "We have enough people to take them down. All we need to do is distract the King and his assistant," he growled lightly remembering the punches that he received on his face. He was going to get even with Theodore for hitting him.
"How are things coming along with charging the King for his deeds so far?" asked one of the woman, looking in the direction of Lilith and Luther as they were the members of the High House.
"Nothing so far. Every time we try to push the issue of Calhoun for discussion, either Reginald or Helena push it aside as if they are barely bothered with it," answered Luther.
"It looks like having you both in the High House has been nothing but a waste of time," said the bearded man.
"But Grey-" started Lilith only to be interrupted by the bearded man.
"So many opportunities and still nothing. We cannot seek the girl right now, and it would be better to sacrifice her on the spot. The full moon day is nearby, we'll attack at that time," ordered the bearded man. "Walter, see what the Harris' are up to." Walter bowed his head.
"I will send the letter to Harris to know what they are up to," answered Walter. The vampire wondered if the little girl still had her wings because years before, he was the one to burn it from her back.
Walter stepped out of the old house to leave to head for Carnival village. As he crossed a couple of houses, he walked past a person who wore a cassock and was sweeping the front of the house with a broom. The person stopped sweeping when Walter was out of sight.
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Sisterhood- Part 1
She paced back and forth in one of the empty rooms, her steps quiet because of the carpet that was spread on the marble floor of the room. When the door to the room opened, Madeline saw her mother and father enter inside.
"Is everything alright, Madeline?" questioned her mother, who had a frown upon her face, "The maid said you wanted to see us."
"Madeline?" asked her father, looking at her eyes to see if she was okay.
"I had to inform you about something," said Madeline, hoping she could ease the situation beforehand, unlike the time when Calhoun has delivered the news, "It is about Aunt Mary…" She didn't know how to spell it out word to word as she felt a heaviness in her heart.
For a second, her parents looked startled but then a deeper frown formed on their face, "I-Is she, is she d-dead?" inquired her mother. Madeline gave her a quiet nod, and her mother raised her hand to cover her mouth, "I-I don't understand. Did she try to hurt you?"
Madeline didn't want to break the news to her parents but as her aunt was close to their family she felt it was her responsibility to inform them. "The chain that she gave me as a present, it was a harmful one. She wanted to sacrifice me," answered Madeline to see the look of horror appear on her parent's face. She felt bad for involving them, and if Aunt Mary wasn't her aunt, she would have skipped the news, but the woman was her father's sister. "But I didn't call you here to speak about it."
Her father had a look of shock over the loss of his sibling, "We shouldn't have invited her here. It isn't too late to stop others from attending the wedding."
"But there's only one more day left for the wedding. Even before the letters reach them, they would have left their houses," said her mother, "Oh, Mary!" her mother exclaimed feeling grief since she knew the woman for many years.
"Where has she been buried?" asked her father.
"In the forest with grandpa and grandmother…" It wasn't an ideal place to bury a family member, but it was Calhoun who had decided to bury them in there.
"I am sorry mama and papa," she apologized, knowing it was something inevitable as her aunt would have continued to harm her so that she could use the abilities of the dark angel to ascend heaven.
Her father shook his head, "No, it isn't your fault," his voice was low that barely held any strength. It sounded exhausted, "We come from the oldest lineage of the fallen angels, your grandparents, I mean. Was it the King who found out about it?"
"Yes, he tried the chain," answered Madeline, "The wedding is going to be held day after tomorrow. I have a request from both of you, even Beth."
"What is it, Maddie?" asked her father.
Madeline tried to phrase it in a way so that it wouldn't sound rude. "When the wedding is over, I will ask Calhoun to relocate you to another town or village. To go away from the village of East Carswell. We believe that a fight will break down and I don't want you getting caught in it. Once the wedding is over, don't stay here." She didn't know if the wedding would even go smoothly, but she wanted to be prepared, "Take even Beth along with you."
Her parents stayed quiet before her father finally said, "Okay. We'll do that." He believed that the King would look after his daughter, something he had been noticing Calhoun do. Another reason why he agreed was that he didn't know how many more news about people they knew, they would be coming to hear. "If Mary has passed away. I would ask you to be careful about your uncle."
Madeline pursed her lips, "Anyone else I need to keep an eye on?" she asked.
"I think it would be best to uninvite your father's side of the family," said her mother, exhaling air through her lips out of stress. "Will you be alright? Isn't it better if we hide you away?" Mrs. Harris was troubled that something bad would happen to Madeline.
Madeline shook her head, "It will never stop. I cannot keep hiding in the coffin or run away. If I don't stop it now, it will only continue." The only worry she had was, she didn't want her parents and her sister getting involved and hurt.
After having some more words with her parents, Madeline decided to leave the room, and she started to walk in the corridor to see her sister standing alone and looking at the garden. It had been some days since she and Beth had a decent conversation. She didn't forget that she had raised her hand to slap Beth, something no one had ever done to her sister.
Making her way to where Beth was, she came to stand next to her sister. "Are you enjoying the flowers?" she asked, keeping her tone light and casual.
Beth didn't look startled by Madeline's voice as she had seen Madeline walking towards her from the corner of her eyes. "It's going to snow even more," commented Beth, "Are you done speaking with mama and papa?" she gave a look at Madeline, her green eyes meeting Madeline's brown eyes before she turned back to look at the garden.
"Yes. It was something about the wedding," said Madeline, without telling Beth what she had asked from her parents. Looking at the current scenarios, Madeline didn't know if Beth would consider her to be arrogant and disrespectful for pushing them out of the castle and village. But it also reminded Madeline that she was doing the same thing as what Calhoun had done to Lucy, shielding his sister from harm. "How are you doing, Beth?"
"How do you think I have been doing?" Beth questioned back at Madeline.
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