The Spin-Off of Doom

Chapter 1 - Turning Page

  Hello everyone ! This is my first fanfic on Da Vinci's Demons, first since a while, and first in English. Please note that English is not my mother language, and tell me if there is unforgivable mistakes. Lucilla, the main character, is one of my OCs I lend to Tinamour for her fanfic "The Modern AU of Doom". This is the story that comes before the chapter "Game night".... because Zo deserves more love ! 

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 When he finally said yes, she couldn't believe it. 

Her father wasn't someone with trustful decisions. He changed his mind in the second he said something, and didn't want her to go away from him.
For days, Lucilla del Verrochio was packing and unpacking her stuff, making her room empty and full it again. It was clear enough, her father didn't want to let her go. He was too protective towards his daughter.

Andrea called her when she was in her room, still gazing at her almost ready suitcase. Since the day she had to leave was near, she let it half-ready, to make it empty when she had to. And make it quick.

"Lucilla ! Go downstairs, I want a word !" he had said, when she was sitting on her bed.

The girl sighed, and got slowly on her feet, and headed for the bedroom door. "What's up ?" she asked, in the same tone of voice.

Her father didn't answer.

Maybe her voice wasn't loud enough. Lucilla walked down the stairs, the slower she could. She knew what was coming. She was going in the living room, when her father would be sitting on a armchair, and she would have to sit on the floor (she wouldn't be disappointed about it : she ALWAYS sat on the floor. Pillows were more enjoyable).

Then, he would have his chin on his hands, and would look at her for one minute. All for suspens.
What was going next wasn't a surprise, Andrea had been changing his mind every twenty-four hours for the past four weeks.

But still Lucilla allowed herself to hope.

She finally arrived before her father. No surprise, he was exactly as she imagined him : sitting on his favorite chair, and the rest. It was his intensive thinking position. As always, Lucilla grabbed one of the sofa's pillows and sat down on the floor.

"What do you want from me ?" she asked. "I know what you're going to tell."

Andrea shooked his head, and had a little smile.

"Why do you wanna leave, exactly ?"

She sighed. She had been explaining this to her father since days, and he didn't understood a word. Or maybe he didn't want to understand anything.

"I've already told you," she replied. "This town's uni doesn't allow me to study what I want. I'm bored of your artistic stuff. That's not what I am. That's only you wanting me to become like you."

Andrea nodded, and sat deeper in his armchair, like he was in a desperate situation.

"And this establishment doesn't offer you any other choice ?" he asked. "I've seen the brochure. There is plenty of op..."

"Still not what I want !"

She was reduced to begging. This time was even worse than the others.

"You know what I want, I still don't understand why you're asking that to me again," Lucilla said, exasperated. "I want to study history. The very old one."

"So you think that dead bodies and skeletons are more interessant than the marble ones ?"

She said yes with her head.