I sat with Rosalie for what felt like hours, but in reality it was only a few moments. The noise of our fight must have traveled down to Elena's room as soon i heard her tentative knock on the door. She was the mouse of the family. She hated conflict and did her best to avoid it. this worked in my favor as it meant she hadn't walked right in.
"Elizabeth? Rosalie? is everything alright with you two? shall i come in?"
I looked down, the mirror was normal again, and the floor was clear, the mirror having drunk all of the blood. i blanched at the memory of it hungrily drawing in my sisters life force. I didn't know what to do, i couldn't let Elena see this, but there was no way of hiding it either.
Before i had the chance to think i was interrupted by a loud shriek.
Elena was in the room, looking on the terrible scene with horror.
"oh my goodness, Elizabeth, what... what happened? is she... is Rosalie ok? we need to get help!"
As she turned to run from the room i realized id moved from my position on the floor to the doorway. My body acted without my permission. My hand slammed the door closed swinging inches in front of Elena's face and stopping her in her tracks. She looked at me with curious eyes.
"Elizabeth, what happened?"
I didn't respond. i couldn't, i didn't know how.
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Weylon
FantasiA remake of Cinderella with a Grimm twist. (Weylon is from Norse mythology, known as a blacksmith of the gods. He also features in tales of Beowulf.)
