The Beginning of The End

Chapter Twelve

Authors Note: I know it's been a while, my bad... I hope you guys enjoy the chapter; I'm going to try to update more frequently. Please forgive any typos. 

It had been weeks since Mina's confession and you were slowly coming to terms with it. You were ashamed to admit that you were mostly able to push it out of your mind because it didn't affect you personally since you didn't know anyone she killed. And you weren't afraid of her, so you mostly just moved on; except for the occasional echo of your conscious reminding, you that you were an awful person for looking past all of this. 

Mina was still doting and loving, she practically did everything for you. You tried to help but she always said how much she enjoyed taking care of you. She picked out all of your clothes, made all of your meals, and took you out pretty much whenever you wanted. She had only been stern with you a few times and honestly it was well deserved. You actually kind of enjoyed when she'd put you over her knee or dig her nails into the skin of your jaw forcing you hold eye contact with her. As crazy as it was you sort of missed the rough edge that was "Ms. Venable" so you did things every now and then to get her riled up. It normally ended just the way you wanted it to. That is until she caught on and modified your punishment to no touching. You were quickly whipped back into submission because you couldn't stand not being able to touch her. And no matter what you did she never caved. You actually suspected that your begging pleased her because she'd always give you her classic sadistic smirk. 

The dreams of Cordelia persisted unfortunately. It was almost nightly that you woke confused about where you were because moments ago you had been emersed in a world of witchery. Overall, this became your new normal and you were content once again. Sure, you wished the dreams would stop and that you weren't in love with a psychopath... correction, reformed psychopath. But you were nothing if not adaptable, so you accepted this as the new normal and moved on. 

"Honey I'm home." Her melodic voice echoed through the foyer. She'd taken to saying the classic phrase every time she arrived home from work, just because she knew it put a smile on your face. You scrambled off your bed, hoping to your feet to race down the stairs and greet her. You slid in your socks on the slick titles directly into her waiting arms. You crashed right into her causing her to stumble slightly, but by now she was used to your childish greeting. And even though she'd never admit it she loved your childish mannerisms. It made her feel alive, her previously empty home now bright with new life and sense of belonging. 

"How many times have I told you to slow down silly girl, you're going to knock me over one of these days" she joked smiling at you fondly while holding you in her strong arms. 

"Sorry, I just get excited that your home" you said smiling brightly at her. 

"Well in that case I can't hold it against you can I." She laughed, positioning you up right so she could grab her cane that was leaning against the table at the door. A preparation she learned to do after it ended up on the floor a few too many times. 

"I missed you, how was work?" You asked eyes raking over her. She was wearing a white flowing top, and dark purple pencil skirt. She had on a matching blazer this morning which you were sure she abandoned on the way home and forgot in the car, as usual. Mina had started a new job at a law firm. Apparently, they had noticed the transformation of the previous company she worked at since she started and decided to make her a proposal. Which was eagerly accepted after a discussion with you. As much as you knew Mina loved spending time with you, she started to go a little stir crazy. After all she was the definition of busy body. You eventually had to remind her that you were an adult and could actually do things for yourself because she'd practically jump any time you mentioned needing anything... which was very nice, but a bit obsessive.