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Hundreds of nightmares later, Chelsea stopped the spell hours before she left. Only the nightmares never left Candice. They stayed with her. They haunted her. Deemed her a monster. Originally, she wasn't effected by the others, the only one that broke her was the memory of killing her father. Candice opened her eyes when she feels another presence. She thought this was another nightmare courtesy of her mother. Chelsea knew the only thing that could break her were Candice harming the people she loves. Marcellus, was one of them.
Her eyes land on Marcel's blurry figure before she sucked into another memory. This time it was a nicer one.
Candice walks beside Rebekah and Elijah, trying to get comfortable. She huffed, trying to breathe, but slightly fails due to the corset, she has on underneath the white cotton dress that has embroidery all over the fabric with gold accents. The ivory embroidered boots suffocating her feet. Of course her outfit was frowned upon seeing as normal people would wear black to funerals. She glances over at Niklaus, giving him a glare. She was being forced to attend this funeral when she didn't even care about the lad. But, she also needed to be there for Rebekah.
Candice smirks a bit, twirling her finger so Niklaus's hair flies in his face. Nik turns to shoot her a disapproving look, she grinned, her hair curled, pulled back with a white bow. She rests her head on Rebekah's shoulder, rubbing her back to comfort her. She glances over at Elijah, noticing his eyes held sympathy for his sister. She huffs and rolls her eyes, this would've never happened if Elijah would just stand up to his bastard brother. Niklaus was always hurting Rebekah, whether it was emotionally or physically with daggers.
Candice goes to say something to comfort the girl before she's forced to shut her mouth when the sounds of whipping is heard. With a frown, she looks over to see a dark-skinned boy, his beige colored shirt has holes in it, his trousers covered in dirt. She, along with Niklaus and his two siblings notice a man sitting upon a horse, whipping him, and she couldn't help but feel disgusted. How could someone do that to a child, hell, to a person?
