Love Torment (Old Version)

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"Innocent eyes brimming."

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Siege

She laid under the blankets of her bed with an expression of serenity on her face. I chuckled silently at my choice of words. Her mouth was slightly ajar and her hair wasn't doing well with her occasional movements.  She seemed uncomfortable in her pants and her top. Anyone could tell they weren't mean to be slept in. Her makeup was still intact but it was making her pillowcase stain. She seemed calm despite her environment.

She slept soundly after everything I put her through. After everything, I was putting her through.

What was the plan? Why did I stall it? Most importantly, why was she sleeping soundly on her bed when she was supposed to be in the hands of the Werewolf Council?

Getting my 'pack' to attack her failed.

The love dust 'failed'.

Worst of all, my heart failed me. It failed to let me finish up my last attempt.

Through trial and error, I was allowed what I wanted the most. Time. I wanted time. I wanted to spend as much time with her. I wanted to breathe in every single moment I could spend with her. For a while, she was simply my girlfriend. I was simply her boyfriend. Our families didn't exist and it became an impossible thought to think of living in a world where she was suffering because of me.

I got the guys I was responsible for to attack her on the night of the full moon. My argument was simple and clear, the guys would be more powerful. My father's mother praised my malicious thinking. None of the thought to see my true intentions.

What was supposed to be a quick attack and snatch, became a key moment in Veéta's growth. The group was supposed to get her unconscious that night. They were supposed to get her to my grandmother. She was going to send her to the Werewolf Council. Veéta would no doubt be punished for the deeds of people she didn't know. It didn't sit well with me.

Veéta had only unlocked her Vampire abilities after she was Jexed. That's why her instinct to kill was uncontrolled. On the full moon, in a situation that riled up her emotions, she would be able to unlock her werewolf abilities. The Book Keeper had a lot of knowledge in his books. I knew it was risky but I hoped she would be able to do it.

With both her abilities fused, she was no doubt stronger than all of them combined. Even without having learned to use her abilities.

The incident was seen as an 'unforeseen inconvenience' and it allowed me more time. My grandmother and Veéta were both quick to react in retaliation.

Veéta wanted to end things with me.

My Grandmother wanted me to move on to plan B, the love dust. Tucked into the backpack she gave me before.

Love dust was what it sounded like. You sprinkled some of the peachy powder with a shine on the person you wanted to bewitch and you placed a simple kiss to seal the enchantment.

It was a selfish decision. Using the love dust.

I should've let her walk away from me. It would've been so much easier for her. What I was about to do wouldn't have hurt her.

I was an idiot.

I used my 'sense of loyalty to my family' as an excuse to stop her from cutting ties with me.

It also granted more time.

Love dust, in essence, chained the receiver to the giver. The receiver would be compelled to do whatever the giver wanted. They had no real urges or desires of their own. They lived to serve the one they loved. I was supposed to use that to make her willingly turn herself into the Werewolf Court.