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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Cerelia Wellse knew only one thing : survival. It was survival when she murdered her oppressor. And, again, it was survival when she betrayed her saviour.
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'Two birds on a wire. one tries to fly away and the other watches him close from that wire. he says he wants to as well but he is a liar.'
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[Two Birds → Regina Spektor]
LUCIEN WAS actually bored of waiting.
Five hours in which he'd bathed, fed (vampire and human food, both, in fact), invested in a few new stocks and selected his suits for the whole week, and Cerelia was still passed out, tied to a cushioned chair facing the large curtained windows.
It was after those five hours, with an addition of twenty more minutes, that Cerelia finally stirred awake.
"Rise and shine." Martin, a bar bouncer that he'd turned yesterday, said as he poked her arm with a metallic fire poker.
"Wh-what?" she croaked out, wheezing.
"She's awake." he said to Lucien.
"I can see." Lucien's voice drawled out boredly as he ceased his leaning by the dressing table. "Do what you're told."
The large man smiled wickedly at her before stabbing the poker into her right shoulder eliciting a pained scream.
"You little wench." he sneered into her face, twisting the poker as she gritted her teeth, trying to hold back a yell of pain.
"Martin." Lucien said, his voice holding a warning ring in it. "Nobody asked you to talk. Leave now."
He pulled out the poker with a dissatisfied expression but left the room nonetheless, albeit grumpy.
"Ms. Wellse." Lucien clicked his tongue as he began moving towards the chair. "How does it feel?"
He came to stand before her and grabbed the arms of the chair to lean down onto her intimidatingly. "How does it feel to have a taste of your own medicine? Hmm? Does it feel good with all that vervain pumped up into your system like it was in mine? To feel yourself bleeding out slowly and agonisingly like I did? Tell me, love, c'mon."
Cerelia glared at him, eyes hard. "It feels wonderful. Enthralling. How did it feel for you?"
Lucien clenched his jaw, his lips curling in distaste.
"You have changed, Cerelia." he remarked, eyes scanning her face inquisitively. "Quite a resilient soul you've built up. And, ah, quite a few little friends you've made too."
"I don't have friends." she rolled eyes, laughing weakly. "But you have changed too, haven't you? All that charm, now just gone, poof, is it?"
"No," he smiled at her sarcastically, leaning closer, "I still persist with my charm. But it is quite not reserved for you."
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