The taste of flowered blood and lavender lips ghosted over her own lips, even when it felt like an eternity without her presence.
For almost two weeks she had spent every minute alongside Zână Pădurii and yet, she felt like she didn't know life without her. For almost two weeks she practically lived in this building and yet, only now she had a chance to truly explore this place.
Living room, where Cassandra was sleeping, with the kitchen on the other side of the wall and the powder room right across the corridor. And only one bedroom, sealed with no way for Cassandra to walk inside in her human form. At first, the curiosity almost pushed her to turn into flies and check the room but remembering Zână's strange behavior, Dimitrescu decided to stay low. She would never admit it, but witch's sudden change in behavior and the way she spoke and looked at Cassandra touched vampire in a way she would never expect.
It felt very odd to walk in that kind of place.
Used to big open spaces, high ceilings, stoned floors, and wall, furnaces in every room, Cassandra felt a little trapped. It was comfortable but small, without maids walking and chattering all the time. The only sounds she could catch were birds chirping, the loud whistling of the wind, heavy burbles of water filling the tub, and Zână's heartbeat.
Cassandra heard how fast witch's heart hammered in her chest right before walking out of the living room, now however she seemed to calm down. Magical humming disappeared a few minutes after she walked into her bedroom and now, when as she was preparing the bath for Dimitrescu, another kind of hum started to leave these sweet red lips.
Once again Zână was in her own mind and energy, and Cassandra could see with her mind's eye how woman's hips were moving to the sides with an imaginary rhythm. She knew which door to open to see that view. She was standing right in front of the wooden door and yet, didn't even lift her hand to grab the handle.
She wanted to give that white-haired angel a moment to herself.
Cassandra knew how it felt, to only have peace in certain rooms and moments, even thou she had a whole house to display. For her, it was the basement, and, sometimes when her sisters were occupied with different things to do, or some maids, it was atelier. No one, even her mother, knew that sometimes she would just visit the room and admire all the paintings, especially her mother's portrait.
Cassandra loves art and even when she wasn't gifted with it like her sister, she still tried to make masterpieces. Mostly with her victims or weapons. But no matter what she would create and what her family would say, she would never see it as perfect as Lady Dimitrescu's portrait. The art captured her mother's beauty alongside her humanity so much that there were times when Cassandra could feel her eyes water.
Her mother was the only one from all Dimitrescu's family to remember her past life. Her life as a human, without witnessing bloodshed and body parts all over her home. Her days without worrying about anything else than what to wear, with which friend to spend time, or where to sing another masterpiece alongside her band. And mostly the days without worrying about her daughters making mess every day all around her home.
The middle child of Lady Dimitrescu was jealous of it.
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Demon saved by The Devil I Cassandra Dimitrescu
FanfictionOne night a witch saved a vampire and by that, got herself a demon who fell obsessed over her, and all she could do was to accept it, which took shockingly big amount of time. In which Cassandra Dimitrescu gets a witch girlfriend.
