The next morning, Lucius awoke to the soft light filtering through his curtains. He stretched, feeling somewhat rested despite the restless night. Downstairs, the smell of scrambled eggs wafted through the air. As Lucius enters the kitchen, he is immediately greeted by his two sisters and one of the maids.
"Hey there Lucius" Elizabeth chimed.
She swiftly slid the scrambled eggs down onto the plate, serving it to him as she gestured to Lucius to sit. He does so promptly, sitting down in between Soul and Alina.
"Did you sleep well, Lucius?" Alina asked, pouring a carton of orange juice for him. The boy nodded his head looking over at what Soul was doing. Her hands grip tightly around a crayon as she continues to colour in her pictures, rather than eat. The only person not at the table was Carly.
"If you're looking for Carly, that girl went off to her 'secret' treehouse again this morning," Elizabeth explained, putting away the dishes, the silverware, and the cups in their rightful place before letting out an irritated sigh.
"I would have appreciated it If she had told us in advance rather than running off like that, we have no clue what that girl is doing"
The focus now then shifts to Carly.
The forest was a vast and expansive playground. In winter, it used to be covered in snow, but now it was spring, bringing new life into the forest. The little critters could come out to play, and bigger, taller plants and strange mushrooms began to emerge. Carly giggled as she frolicked in the tall grass, jumping over the logs like a wild fox. She often went adventuring out in the evening, but she was especially excited to go to her secret hiding spot now that the snow had finally cleared.
She would have brought her siblings and her new younger brother, but this was her sanctuary - a home away from home, she called it. She needed to make sure to clear any spiderwebs or rats before allowing any visitors. As she stopped in her tracks, she noticed a strange clearing in the sky. Normally, she wouldn't be able to see the sky because the tree leaves would always cover it. However, the sun's light seemed to be pouring in, and the tree branches appeared to have been snapped off by something heavy. It was as if something had fallen to break those said branches. Carly even noticed that some nearby berries and mushrooms had been harvested, including one of those weird mushrooms.
This was strange. But did she further investigate?
No, in fact, she continued walking purposefully toward her destination, her footsteps leaving imprints on the soft patches of grass beneath her. The treehouse loomed ahead, resembling a small wooden cabin nestled among the towering trees. With a firm grip, she clutched the sturdy wooden ladder and began her ascent. As she reached the first flat platform, the sensation of the slightly moist and slippery wood caught her attention, prompting her to move with caution.
Suddenly, her focus shifted to a swift movement caught through the window of the treehouse. Simultaneously, the sight of the front door appearing to have been forced open sent a shiver down her spine...
Carly reached for her baseball bat in her backpack, her fingers trembling as they closed around the familiar grip. She approached with caution, each step carefully measured. The floorboards of the treehouse creaked beneath her weight, the sound magnified in the stillness, and her heart pounded in her chest, a frantic drumbeat echoing her fear. Determined to hide her fear, she set her jaw and pressed on, her eyes scanning the dimly lit interior.
A flicker of movement caught her eye, a shadow shifting in the soft sunlight that streamed through the wooden slats. Without hesitation, Carly swung the bat hard, a primal scream tearing from her throat. The bat connected with a dull thud, and she heard a gasp.
"Oh my god, a skunk!" she yelled, her voice high-pitched and panicked. The figure before her recoiled, lifting its arms defensively.
"Ow! Wait! I'm not a skunk!" The voice was soft, mellow, and oddly calming, despite the situation. Carly froze, her breath catching in her throat as the figure straightened. The dim light revealed unusual purple eyes, wide with surprise and pain, locking onto her pitch-black ones. She lowered the bat slightly, her grip still tight but less threatening. Before her stood not a skunk, but a young boy. He was tall, around 5'8", with a lanky frame that seemed out of place in the cramped space of her treehouse. His eyes, those striking violet orbs, held her gaze,
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Newcomers of the Forest - Lucius AU
FanfictionThis takes place after staying in the hospital and haven't encounter either the Nun or Isaac. Ever since his insatiable bloodlust began to fade, Lucius found that his once-powerful abilities no longer functioned. In a twist of fate, he was taken in...
