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Coming back to Mystic Falls had been one of the many mistakes in Arabella Pierce's life. She realised that when she woke up from being unconscious, arms chained to the ceilings with blood dripping from her wrist since the wounds on both arms were barely healing from all the cutting and her white Easter Lily shirt was ripped open and the bottom was drenched in blood from where they had burned her.
It was a very stupid idea. Her toes barely reached the ground as the girl pulled on the robe to stand more stable on the floor. Against the wall behind her was a cabin full of stuff, but on top of it was a bucket filled with vervain mixed water. They has used it to soak in the ropes around her wrist and legs, changing them from time to time.
She amused them with trying to show them that nothing they were doing was hurting them, because they knew it was. It was hurting the heretic a lot more than she wanted to show them.
Arabella Pierce has never been one to show any sign of weakness around people she didn't know nor trusted. Even with people she knew, it was a heavy fight for her to let them see what hurt her. She wanted to be strong so that they would be aware that they could always converse about difficult situation they were in with her. She shall always be there for them.
At the moment the only person she felt full trust for, was her older, understanding brother. He had proven to her over the many centuries, that he was a person who was always ready to be there for her. To fight with her battles by her side.
It was the one of the two reasons she knew that she would get out of here. Arabella knew that Victor would come looking for her the moment he woke up, on the ground of a buggered up first-class hotel room with shattered windows and broken wooden shelves.
The other one was herself. She would probably have to kill a few people here and there, but after 500 years of being a vampire, Arabella hadn't any problem anymore killing people. Living or not. Not after what happened that one time. But killing vampire definitely wasn't a problem for her in any way. Most of them killed people and enjoyed it. It was were she was different than most vampires.
She didn't have a problem killing a human if she really had to, she preferred compelling before murdering someone in cold blood, but she never enjoyed it in any way. It didn't matter what they were, vampire, witch, human, werewolf, ... she never truly enjoyed taking someone's life with her bare hands.
She knew that most vampires in this house thought it was her fault that they were stuck underneath the burned down Felll church by the founders in 1864 for more than a century. Arabella was not going to lie. She probably was involved in the story and so was Victor. However selling everyone out had never been her plan. She hadn't been aware of the plan forming either. That was all her sister's little plan.
