"why aren't you scared of me?
why do you care for me?"
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a girl trained to kill since she was born is sent on a mission to take down the Volturi, but isn't able to bring herself to do so...
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SIENNA STARES AT THE TILED WALL, THE LAVENDER scent fills her nostrils and relaxing her muscles.
Warm water encloses her body as she lies in the fancy bathtub, her hand runs over the surface, causing ripples to form under her gentle touch. Droplets of water falls from the ends of her wet hair onto her face.
After arriving back to her room she had fallen asleep for a few hours and woke up, quickly deciding that she should take a bath. As soon as she stepped into the warm bath, she relaxed, finally being able to think about everything that has happened.
First, her mission had failed and now shes stuck inside a castle full of hard to kill vampires, whom hold various types of gifts and she has no idea when she will be leaving or if she will be at all.
Second, shes supposedly bonded to three men, whom she was sent to massacre. She doesn't know how to feel, she doesn't believe that she is 'bonded' to them but at the same time certain things lead her to believe that she truly is their soulmate.
Third, she has absolutely no clue where her things went. Every possession she had disappeared with the clothing she was wearing when she stepped into the castle. Her phone, knife, lots of money and her favorite outfit. Perhaps she would ask about it the next time she saw someone, but she doesn't expect anyone to tell her anything.
The water starts to turn cold then, Sienna grimaces and pushes her self out of the water, letting it drip off of her body before she steps out, she grabs a towel and wraps it around her body.
She reaches her hand back into the chilly water and pulls the plug, watching as the water gets pulled down the drain. The only thing left in the white bathtub is foamy soap thats scented like lavender.
She stands back up and cautiously walks down the two steps that stand in front of the bathtub, trying desperately to not slip. Thankfully, she makes it down the steps with a relived sigh.
Water continues to drip down her body while she walks through the bathroom, she comes to a stop in front of the large mirror that was placed above the long counter.
Strands of red hair loosely fall over her face, she pushes them away and combs her hair back with her fingers. As she stands in front of the reflective glass, her eyes catch the big scar that is embedded across her left shoulder, its the only one she has that is that large or noticeable.
She had received the scar when she was 13, she had done poorly in a fight on that particular day and managed to get cut by the opponents sharp blades right after the fight had begun, they had died soon after but not before a large cut was placed on her shoulder.
