Demon saved by The Devil I Cassandra Dimitrescu

Ghost of The Past

"Why lavender thou?" Cassandra's question filled the air, breaking the silence between the two women.

Little Dimitrescu had her head resting on the witch's shoulder as she almost lay on her and not crimson bed. Both of them didn't mind the close and intimate hug they had shared all this time. After the feeding Cassandra managed to convince Zână to clean up the mess she made, the action being the reason why her mouth and chin were covered in blood. Both of them were excused, mostly mentally from the fight they had in themselves.

Even now they were fighting the urge to start something, to simply kiss, claim the other. However, nor Cassandra nor Zână seemed to lose the fight, being able to be in each other presence and restrain from doing anything more than cuddle. The question Cassandra asked seemed to throw Pădurii from her thoughts as she answered after long seconds.

"It was the first thing I ate," Zână admitted quietly and when got a huff in return she rolled her eyes playfully. For a moment she fought between telling the truth or saying the thing she always said, but after repeating Cassandra's words from before she knew that the truth was the best answer. "It got connected with the mold I swallowed."

At first, Cassandra hummed in acknowledgment, not doing anything else than listening to a woman's heartbeat. Only after a moment she lifted herself on her elbow and looked at the witch with wide eyes.

"Swallowed?!" Dimitrescu practically barked that word, earning a firm nod from the witch. "What- Why would you do that?!"

"I was starving." She shook her shoulders looking straight ahead and not at Cassandra. "Starving, running away, stumbled upon the cave, and thought that it was water. My throat was so dry that I wasn't able to eat lavender which was my last food. After well, I could and it probably connected in my throat."

"Running? Who would want to kill you?" Dimitrescu whispered and frowned when the witch, once again, didn't look in her direction.

"Remember when I told you that I was a witch long before my, transformation? Who I was, was the reason," spatting these words she finally looked at golden eyes, letting the vampire catch the sight of her knitted brows and anger building behind her eyes. "I was running from men that didn't like who I was, and after my transformation I let them find me in that cave and I drove them into madness..."

Cassandra stayed quiet observing how the anger in her reddish eyes made them glow brighter. However, she quickly came down her rage, pushing all the anger away with one shaky exhale.

"Mold absorbed into my throat and that's how I got my humming, all my abilities. Your mother, sisters and you are different, as Miranda gifted you with the Cadou. Honestly, I'm not surprised."

Witch glanced at the vampire and then send her a quick smile, almost chuckling at her confused expression. Before answering her silent question, she lifted her hand and took the strand of black hair away from the woman's face, tracing her fingers a little longer across her face.

"With the Cadou you had a chance, I've made sure of that. With the Mold it was almost impossible to succeed," admitting that she let her back hit the sheets once again, Cassandra watching her from above. "It took almost five centuries for the mold to create someone like me, Miranda."