Demon saved by The Devil I Cassandra Dimitrescu

Forgot Memories

Zână hated having people in her forest. Especially the ones with weapons, claiming that they were the one to get rid of the monster, the witch, demonic creature, the Devil, leaving in the forest. But in the forest, there was only Zână and no one else. It would be a long way to convince people otherwise, and even after living for centuries, Zână didn't seem to even want to try to change people's opinions. She was doing the opposite. Proving them right, or even better, proving them she was much worse than they'd said.

And as much as she hated having anyone in the woods, she loved to make sure that they were terrified before they died. Their screams filled with pure confusion and fear. Their heartbeat so fast that many times she wondered if they didn't get a heart attack. Their bodies trembling with fear and adrenaline, not knowing if they had to run or fight. Their pathetic pleading and begging whenever they were seconds before the final hit.

She loved all of it. All of it was like the last bits of air in the whole world. Encouraging her for more. Pumping the blood in her body. Being the reason her heart was beating. Being the reason to keep going. She was not only the most powerful immortal being in Romania, The Legendary Zână Pădurii, The Devil, but also a sadistic woman ready to do everything to get what she wanted.

Being stripped from mortality hundreds of years ago, for years she tried to push it away. That feeling of pride, joy, and pleasure whenever someone received pain from her actions. But with time she learned to accept it. Not only she accepted that but soon after, she accepted all her flaws.

And after becoming self-aware of herself, her mind, actions, and reasons for it, acceptance followed. She accepted who she was, that monster, that witch, that Devil.

The most important moment in her life, not including the moment she gained her new immortal life, was the promise she made to herself. That no matter what, or who, she wouldn't change herself for anyone. That she would only rely on herself. Chose and respect herself, even when no one else would. And that she would never give up and always be successful.

However, now she was torn between keeping that promise or breaking it. Cause now, she wanted Cassandra and the point was that if she would make the vampire hers, she would only be hers. Not Alcina's, not her sister's, and not even Mother Miranda's.

Cassandra would only be hers and the worst part of it was that Zână knew she was able to do that. In fact, she already started doing that, making her obsessed, and needy over her attention, affection, and touch. But she was doing it subconsciously.

For Zână it was painful. To be this self-aware to know why. Why she did what she did. She hated how being lonely affected her years ago and already started to affect her once again. And she knew she couldn't make the same mistake again. Not after what had happened last time.

Lust and need in her body turned into madness as soon as the doors of her home snapped shut behind her. She loved causing pain and playing with people, not only the same fact of it but because it was making her feel. Not any certain emotion, but simply anything, most of the time joy and pleasure. But playing with Cassandra was different.

It was different as Zână not only was playing Cassandra but also herself. And that. That made her realize that maybe she wasn't only a sadist.