Aberration | ᵀʰᵉ ᴼʳⁱᵍⁱⁿᵃˡˢ/ᵀʷⁱˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᶜʳᵒˢˢᵒᵛᵉʳ ⁽ᴱˡⁱʲᵃʰ ᴹⁱᵏᵉᵃˡˢᵒⁿ⁾ [4]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗: 𝙰𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝙰𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

    The sensation of Marcel's venom implemented and placed in thorns made her mostly venom with a bit of blood boil. It felt like a normal transition from human to cold one. It hurt. Painfully so. It felt like her lungs were collapsing. Her body twitching and spazzing. But she laid there with beads of sweat dripping down her face sitting in front of Renee caked in blood and tired eyes. Elijah in another barrier far from her having a similar effect as her.

    The Hollow, not taking any chances, stabbed him as soon as they got there.

    Flicking her head up, she forces herself to move. To look at everyone in the room. The bruises underneath her eyes grew more prominent with her sickly pale skin. For the beauty of a cold one she looked horrendous. Worse for wear.

    Feeling fingers drag and knot themselves in her hair forcing, yanking her head back forcing her to arch her back just so her neck didn't snap easily. She bore her eyes into a possessed figure. "Such a will to live," she spoke seductively to the energy she held. "Wouldn't it be easier to give in? To simply let go?" Her voice like sweet honey dripping onto feathers hiding the venom. "Part of you must crave that peace. To finally not worry about the dangers of the world. The silence of tranquility."

    Rosalice's felt her lips thinned, felt as she gulped down her saliva. Her eyes were heavy dripping with anticipation of closing to never open again. Then she felt herself smile sadistically. Smiling through the pain. Forcing her eyes to open a little more. Opening her mouth to form sentences she would always taunt enemies that bound her. "You have a will to live too, don't you?" One pained groan from Elijah. One whimper from Renee. Everything slowly snapping going beyond the bending stage that she could no longer contain. No longer able to help herself from threatening rather than taunting, "Touch them." She dragged her words slowly, lowly, "I will personally make sure the life you live is a personal hell, that I give you my word on."

    The Hollow pulls her hand away letting Rosalice's head drop. Watching as the body before her shake with anger and pain. It was pathetic. Sighing out, "Will you now? Here I thought one must die for one to be reborn?" Yet another smirk drawling to her lips. Moving to stand up she moves far away from the prying hands of the original. "Unless I of course use your mate, the death of him and his entire sire line. Ahh that great sacrifice will return me flesh and blood." Rosalice's eyes grew dark and vicious. A pure savage at heart. "Though in your death I will be more energized. And I can have an immortal generator of power at my beck and call." Turning to the three of them, her blue eyes flickering from right to left. "Original or the miracle and aberration. Such hard decisions."

    Elijah hisses out, "You can't expect to torment my family and survive." Forcing himself to sit.

    "I survived far worse fates than your family." She states. "I say let them come. They will try to save you from the poison coursing through both your veins, and in doing so, they will give me what I want. And as a reward for their efforts, I will let your family watch as one of you finally dies." And just like that she leaves the room. Speaking to another.

     Renee crawls towards the edge of her barrier looking down at her younger sister, croaking out, "Rosa." Her voice is low. Her voice barely held the confidence she was known for. The once kindness wiped from her face as disdain and fear holding her eyes ever so tightly.

     Hearing that kind of vulnerability in her voice... Rosalice never wanted to hear it ever again. Her body felt compelled to answer in hums and murmurs along with mutterings and silence. But rather than letting go, than to succumb into whatever peace that came with the sweet bliss of death. Rosalice wanted to fight. Fight harder than her own father who allowed himself to be blinded by grief. She was going to fight against death even if it killed her soul. Because there were still people worth saving. "Renee."