Time For Dying (Volturi Kings)

Ch 11

Chapter 11

Ducissa just sat on the marble floor of the throne room, Erika glaring at her from where she sat on the stairs.

The kings were seated at the table, finishing up pieces of work they would have gotten done the day before but hadn't had the time yet.

They watched their final mate just sit on the bottom of the stairs, hands clasped in front of her mouth as she glared at her supposed Familiar. They didn't try to speak to her about what happened before, about the Witch stuff and Ducissa being a Familiar, knowing Erika hadn't processed it herself yet.

Anna Sallow situated herself in a nearby hotel, not wanting to stay at the castle but stayed close enough so if Erika wanted to talk to her, it wouldn't be a huge trek.

So Erika just sat there and stared at the cat.

Ducissa laid down, rolling to her back to show off her stomach and waved her front paws in the air.

Erika groaned into her hands.

"You're too fucking cute. Come here, baby," Ducissa ran into her arms, cuddling close as she whined in apology. "I know you didn't mean to deceive me. Neither of us knew."

She carried her feline over to the table, sitting down as she felt the eyes of her mates on her but she didn't care at the moment. She already had a brand new, leather-bound book on the table, along with a good pen.

"I need you three to promise me something," She asked, not looking up from the table for a second, her hand on the leather book. "You do not read what is in this book. You do not look inside it. You do not touch it unless asked. I'm going to start to put my innermost thoughts and fears in this as a way to heal from trauma from my past."

"Can you not speak to us about it?" Aro asked. "We all have trauma but we will not judge when or if we learn about yours."

Erika shook her head. "I need to process everything myself first. And all this Witch shit kinda makes me realise I need to so I can know myself better."

"Would we ever get to know what happened to cause you so much harm?" Caius asked.

"Someday," She nodded once. "You have your outlets, but this will be mine. I just need to know that I can trust you to not read it before I say."

They agreed to never look into the journal without her permission, nor let anyone else to.

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13th June 2016.

Entry 1:

Truthfully, I don't even know how to start this so you'd understand me better. I probably should write this for myself more than you, so that's what I'm going to do.

I'm not going to sugarcoat my feelings and experiences to dull down what I've been through.

I know other people have had worse lives, but this is mine.

I was born November 14th, 1993.

It was a Monday.

A cloudy Monday in England because my mother ran back to the UK after she found out she was pregnant. She was only a couple years older than me when she had me, but she knew she wasn't going to be a good mother and so passed me off to my dad.

I've lived in America since I was young. I didn't visit my mum often because she was busy with work but she still called often enough to make me feel like she still cared. I went every couple of years to England and I loved it there but I didn't love being with my mum. It was just that way.