DianaI have broken a rib before. Shocker? I was a rough kid with a rough backgrounds. I had to, once or twice…every week, run from the law, and in doing so, whether I got caught or not, sustained a few injuries.One of them was breaking my ribs.Now, all that is to say, I have never healed so fast.In less than a week, I was ready to go.Werewolves are known for having an extraordinary healing factor. For something like a broken rib, it would take the most advanced wolf I know about a week or two to recover fully.For me, and people that haven’t gotten their wolves, the healing factor was similar to being bare humans. A month, maybe more.There was definitely something in those balms that he applied on me and the spicy liquid he gave me to drink. Every single bruise around my body was gone.There wasn’t even scarring.In four days.It didn’t make sense, but I liked it. The pain was unbearable when he applied it, but the results were worth it.Like he said, maybe it would have worked
DianaI knew my mother’s face from the portraits my father kept of her at home, but here, she was much younger.Maybe just as young as I am now, and she was smiling.I don’t know how her picture got here, or who painted it, but it sure as hell gave me the chills to find it here.It was also in the best condition out of all the paintings here, which meant it was relatively recent. I couldn’t even begin to fathom.I didn’t know where to draw theories from, how to even begin asking questions…if I was going to even ask.I just stood there, staring in awe, as the massive smiling face, almost double normal human proportions stared back at me.Every little detail on her face was emphasized by the brush, and every color was represented accurately. Almost like she was right there…with me…in the room.Oddly enough, it didn’t creep me out. I just felt the chills of being around my mother. On her face was an emotion I had never seen. My father’s portraits of her were always still. Like the painte
EdricThe knock on the door interrupted my thoughts, but it was welcome. I needed to get out of my head every now and again.There’s only one person that would knock on the door.“Come in.”The door opened slightly, and she peeked through. “Can I come in?” she asked innocently.I tsked, “But I just said…” I held my tongue. “Yes. Come in.” I repeated, already annoyed, and we hadn’t even started conversing yet.“How are your wounds?” I asked. “They aren’t there anymore.” She replied, touching her side. “Even though it still sometimes feels like they are.”“Phantom pain.” I stood up and walked over to the window, feeling the need for some fresh air and sun. I remember my newfound romance with that bastard.“What is that?” she asked innocently.“It’s when you experience a pain that your brain knows should be there, but somehow isn’t…hence the name ‘phantom’.”She nodded, but I could tell she didn’t fully understand the concept. I didn’t know how else to explain to her, so I just changed
DianaYou know, when I lashed out, I half expected to be dead before I even got to my room.Claws on my back…then through my back, with probably something gory sticking out with his hands.This should have been the end for me, disrespecting him like that. Oddly enough, I made it to my room. I was still shaking.My breath was shaky and my head was spinning. And yet, I still wanted a mother.I didn’t know what to think. As soon as the door to my room shut, I pressed my weight against it, knowing that one of them would come and try to pacify me…likely Muzan.I didn’t need to be pacified right now. I needed to open my nose…maybe even my mouth and…breathe!I was short of breath, and yet, I still held what little air I had inside me, not wanting to let go. It seemed like that was the only thing I could have for free – the air in my lungs.And if Edric held my life in his hands, even that wasn’t free too.It sucked.It was life, but it sucked and I wanted to be done with it.“Diana…Diana, o
Edric“Master…” I looked over to the doorway that I was too distracted to hear open.“Diana is not feeling very well.”I don’t know why, but her health mattered, at least, enough to get me on my feet and following Muzan to her room.I would be lying if I said I wasn’t hurt by her statement about me being a monster and whatnot, but at the same time, if she needed my help, I still had to give it to her.I liked being feared. Not necessarily hated.So, I was by her bed, checking her temperature, and trying to figure out what could have possibly happened.“Well, if you screamed as much as she did, you’d come down with a headache, no?” I chuckled dryly, observing the sweat that had pooled around her forehead.That was a clear indication of headaches.Muzan gave me a disproving look.“Okay…alright…I’d have to wait for her to wake up and ascertain for sure.” I stood up and walked to the door. “Call me when she wakes up.”I could have left the ground floor…gone upstairs and to my room to con
DianaI could feel the fire scorch me alive, making me wonder what the hell I even did to deserve something so rash. Something so horrid.But here I was. Blaming myself for even lashing out in the first place.Maybe if I didn’t, just like he said, I wouldn’t be in this position.And so, when he came, in his usual manner, to force-feed me the awkward-tasting liquid, I decided to let him know how remorseful I was.“I’m sorry,” I said after the first hit of the Valerian drink.“For what?” he asked.“For yelling at you. I didn’t know it would cause me so much pain,” I coughed.God, I was going to die.It really shouldn’t have mattered, since I was going to be liberated either way, but the thought of doing something as important as dying…not on my terms…irked me.I didn’t want to let life win every battle.That’s why I feared death. If I died now, it would be the coward’s death. I didn’t want that to be. I wanted to have control of that part. He chuckled, instead of acknowledging my apolo
EdricI watched her walk out of her room for the first time in a few days, and it felt like there was a weight lifted off my chest.I wouldn’t say I was happy…or the opposite. Just…relieved. It was good to see something that I had done actually work. At least, this meant that I was learning every day and improving myself up to the point where I could eventually find out what was really wrong with me.And cure it.Oh, goodness, I wanted to cure it really badly.I think the next time I woke up not remembering anything but the aching presence of Bane, giving me sensations of things I might have done in my past life, including the emotions behind them, I would lose it.Completely.I waited for her to wander around the house, not going to meet her first, even though I had been virtually by her side throughout the entire ordeal. I didn’t want her to see that her health mattered to me.I didn’t want her to see that anything mattered to me. It made me feel weak. Without the proper control, I
DianaMy plan was simple.I remembered how sick I was. I remembered the upset stomach that the foxglove gave Edric.This meant something.While poison couldn’t kill him, he could be harmed.If he could be harmed, there’s no reason he couldn’t fall sick.I just needed him to fall sick enough to where he couldn’t chase me when I eventually decided to make my leave. This time, I could be more careful about my movements and make sure not to fall into any holes.At this point, I felt guilty even doing this, but the human penchant in me to be free was just too strong.Edric would live. I wasn’t sure I would find the need to live if I kept waking up in this old, boring mansion.And so, every day, since I was the one that prepped his meals, I added a little bit of Cangeic spice. It was a naturally occurring intoxicant, but taking it for prolonged periods, usually a week or two, consecutively, no matter how small, had its effect on the body.I knew this because sometimes, part of my punishment
EdricI knew I was drunk.It wasn’t the kind where I became loose and couldn’t carry my limbs around by my own will. No. This was the light kind of drunk…the one where I couldn’t carry my thoughts.The one where ideas became so enlightening, they couldn’t stay in just my head alone. They had to live with others.The bottle was already half-empty, and I wasn’t sure if I hated the burn in my throat or craved it. I sat on the floor of the study, back against the cold stone wall, legs stretched out, staring at the amber liquid inside the bottle like it held some kind of divine answer.It didn’t.Nothing did, and that’s why I was drinking.The door creaked behind me. Light footsteps.Diana.I didn’t turn. I didn’t have the strength to pretend, not tonight.“You shouldn’t be drinking,” she said softly, walking around until she was in front of me.“You say that like it matters.”She crouched down beside me, her hand hovering near the bottle but not taking it. Her eyes scanned my face, search
DianaI woke up beside him…again.The sheets were still warm where our bodies had shared space through the night, though we hadn’t touched. I don’t remember falling asleep. I don’t remember being carried to his bed. The last time my eyes were open, I was screaming in pain, begging for my wrist to feel normal again.Muzan’s voice was an echo in the wind, and Edric’s warmth was the only other thing I could feel.He was already awake.He sat on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees and his eyes staring down at his open palms like they might hold answers. The veins on his face from the first time we did the spell of death were there. Long, spidering lines sat on his face, neither posing an immediate threat nor fixing anything.At least, none that I knew of.I hated seeing him like that.“Does it… hurt?” I asked, voice hoarse with sleep and something heavier.He didn’t look at me right away. “Not enough to die. Not enough to stop.”Just like I thought.That should’ve comforted
DianaThe hallway of mirrors was colder than I remembered.We hadn’t been here since the music box. Since when Edric and I discovered the one thing that somehow brought us closer.I remembered the revelation he had and the realization that this whole thing might have as well been linked to my mother and I“Luna,” he’d whispered, his eyes glassy as he told his cryptic tale. I still remember everything about this hall and the treacheries it held after.Edric walked beside me; his jaw tight. I could tell he was still thinking about the book we found in Muzan’s hands—The Key to Ramiuna. The words Blood Bride and Moon-touched Wolf were burned into both our brains, even though neither of us knew what they truly meant.Our minds raced with the possibility of what this all could be.We stepped into the center of the hallway, where the dust was thickest and the mirrors most broken. I was about to ask him if anything looked familiar when he suddenly jerked forward.His breath hitched. A loud,
EdricBreathing beside me.That was not something I was used to. As soon as I gained consciousness, that was the first thing I felt.Soft, easy breath.It could also have been someone trying to be careful.Either way, instinct prevailed and my first, thought was to reach for my dagger, but if Bane had physical hands right now, he would have slapped me.‘You stupid sod, you’re going to stab the girl!’ he groaned.The girl?I turned around, still a little wary, only to be met with the soft, feminine beauty in my bed.Diana. “How did she…”‘You have the memory of a fish,’ Bane tsked. ‘Well, how do you know fish have short memory?’ I asked him as the memory of me lowering her onto my bed, and then deciding to sleep in the same bed, came into view. Of course, I was the one who did this.‘Trust me…they do.’I sat up slowly, careful not to jostle the bed, and looked at her. She was still lost in sleep. I knew that because while awake, Diana always tried everything she could to stay away
Diana I stood at the open door, the cool early morning air a sharp thud against my back. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat urging me forward, out. The door he opened was never locked. Ever.But now, as he opened it, there was a deeper meaning to it. There was the intention behind it. This time, his opening the door meant something more serious than when I needed a short break.It meant a lot more than me running a few meters into the woods to chase after one of the pups in the wolf pack I had befriended.It promised freedom – an eternal repose to the conflict of being trapped in a place like this. It was the perfect escape, in the fact that it wasn’t an escape. I was being set free.I had cracked the code, right?Yet, my feet remained stubbornly rooted, as if invisible threads tethered me to the heavy stone of the mansion.My fingers twitched at my side, a restless energy I couldn't quite quell. Through the swirling fog that clung to the grounds like a shroud,
DianaI sat on the window ledge and used the morning breeze to cool my thoughts. The cold slab beneath me bit into my thighs and kept me painfully aware of what was going on.Of my reality.I couldn’t get it out of my head—his possessive, dominant kiss.He was rough and demanding, and it would have been nice if he had done it because he wanted to.No.He did it because he had to. Something about that didn’t sit right with me – it made me angry, even.I was saving my first kiss for bliss – for a moment of pure affection, one where I was truly liberated from all my oppression.And he stole that moment from me.He gave me one unforgettable but for the completely wrong reasons.Now, I would have the moment of my first kiss in the face of adversary, confusion…and hopelessness.“Fuck you, Edric,” I breathed, letting the exhale coarse through me and purge me of the angry thoughts. Like hell, it was going to work.I still couldn’t get over his lips…soft, yet used hard. His hands around my sho
DianaEdric opened the book and we peeled through the contents of the pages at the same time. But being a faster reader than I was, I was only able to scrape through words.While he, desperate for answers, turned the pages faster than my eyes could keep up with.At the end of it, though, he closed the book and looked up with a sigh of disdain.“What…what was it?” I asked, mental fingers crossed that it wasn’t anything overly disappointing.To give me an answer, he had to adjust his seat and take a deep breath.His answer was brief, but his explanation paved the way for what felt like a lifetime of thought and contemplation.Apparently, there was something that existed in the werewolf kingdom.Something usually scary, but now, exciting.The way alphas and lunas worked, was that there was an existing alpha for generations. Usually, the son of the alpha inherited that role.If the clan wasn’t satisfied, with the leadership of that alpha, they could nominate someone else to take over…or o
EdricWe left the hall of mirrors without finding the definitive answers, but we found something.I think that was the most important thing—that we kept moving forward, no matter what.Everything we did to get up to this point was simply searching, blindly looking for answers to questions we didn’t even know to ask.But here, we had a lead, and it lay in Diana’s hand.I couldn’t touch it, because it quite practically burned me.I looked down at my hands – the pain should have gone by now, and it was. But there were still the heat blisters. They were receding, though, a confirmation of my cursed immortality.I took a breath and looked straight ahead, trying my best not to look at the mirrors. Diana wasn’t aware of this, but anytime I looked at these mirrors, a splitting headache threatened to open my skull.I theorized that it was because they were things that I wasn’t supposed to remember, and Bane concurred.That didn’t stop me from coming here any time I was in the mood for a little
DianaI left his room after a while of what seemed to be meaningless ponders, the both of us too frustrated to even continue.What were we looking for?What did we hope to find?Perhaps that was what sealed our fate from the beginning.A problem shared is a problem solved, they say. So is knowing the problem. Knowing what needed to be solved.To find something, you must be able to identify it. We didn’t even know what we were looking for.Was it material? Was it abstract? Was it an emotion?Everything cluttered my lungs – the questions and lack of answers thereof. I needed air, and so, I sought that instead, edging over to the windowsill in the main hallway, overlooking the garden below.There was a ledge opposite me, where Edric promptly sat on, perhaps needing the same thing I did.Air.“I can’t even remember the name of the witch who cursed me,” he confessed with a silent tone, one that spelled his embarrassment at the situation. “Pathetic, no? Would’ve been a good start, if you as