The Victoriano Twins; The Evil Within Story

Dream

Ruben was snapped out of dream state to the tempered scream. He was tempted to stay in his bed from the long day and just holler to the girl to shut the hell up, but he found himself speeding down the hall instead. He sighed, what was it with this girl?

In the week she had been here she hadn't said a word to him. Well, other then her remark at the doorstep. Aside from that she had just stayed in that guest room he had given her. He hardly checked up on her, but when he did he could observe from her state she hadn't slept- at least not in a bed. She hasn't even been eating much, or at all?

Ruben tried the doorknob only for it to choke against the wood. She had locked the door?

Ruben pounded furiously, tired and aggravated, he was about to kick this god damn door down.

The screaming had ceased by the time he came back to the room with a key in his hands. He barely cracked open the door before it was violently pushed back into the shell of the frame.

He had enough.

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She dreamt of blue eyes and light skin, of light hair blowing over a bright face- a clone of her own. She dreamt of those eyes lifelessly glazing over and skin disintegrating into the wings of unnaturally colored flames.

Sam, you fool, we're to young to be in this much pain.

Her mistake wasn't screaming, she realized jolting herself out of her nightmare, her mistake was falling asleep in the first place.

She didn't know why she hadn't allowed herself to sleep the first night, but she realized the second night while she was dozing off, she was afraid. This feeling in her chest, almost like a pain, it burned in almost guilt. This must be fear, but of what? Nothing. Everything.

Of course, Victoriano was pounding on the door a moment later. And when he tried to open up, she knocked the door back into fit with the wall.

He knocked into the door right back, and the doorknob punched the wall.

"Can you explain to me why I find myself at your bedroom door at four in the morning were as I should be asleep."
Bedroom? This was no bedroom of hers.

Because you kicked open the fucking door.

She should of said it, it wasn't like she had anything in the world to lose. But...

"I apologize." She spoke with her eyes on his, but broke away as there wasn't a need for it anymore. A dismissal, but she knew only he would decide when it was over.

He glared at her, and she leaned against the untouched bed as she glared right back- only looking at the wall annoyed.
Finally, he walked the two step distance to her, and she could only leaned back towards the bed as he locked his hand onto her jaw and pulled her to look into the blaze that were those eyes.

Sam, where are you to stop this?

"Don't be a pest more than you already have been." He rasped, and eyed the bag snug in the corner of the room. He squinted and released his grip on her.

She watched him as he stalked to the black bag and unzipped it, pulling out a blur of fabrics and pockets.
"Who have you snuck in?" He demanded.
His eyes snapped to hers as he reached into the throat of the bag.

"A boy? You stuck someone into my home." It wasn't a question, not to him.
"Why did you scream? Who's here?"

Nobody. The bag was hers, full of necessities that took up less space than Sams clothes- which did a good job of stuffing the bag to its limit. Had he not recognized it from a damn week ago? Perhaps his mistrust fell lower than hers.

She tried to snatch the bag back but he resisted. "Its mine, stop toying with it!" Aelin's anger grew seeing him touch Sam's clothes. What she valued over any gem, any number, any second chance, any life.

"If this duffel were yours, to say, why haven't you unpacked it into drawers? I wouldn't have expected such torpescence from my own bloodline."

A heavy poison stirred in her chest, her head pounded and danced to her heartbeat.
It's not unpacked because I refuse to settle down in such an awful place with such a foul man! This will never be my home, and you will never be considered part of my life in any way.

She thought it, and he read it through the grunt that nipped her lips and gave to the anger in her eyes. He turned his back to her; back to the bag.
"We're leveled here, Aelin. You have no place in this house- no place anywhere. Nobody wants you, and just like me, you don't care."

They both stood in silence till Ruben pulled the clothes up to him.
"Of course, I wouldn't expect my daughter to wear such masculine clothing."

The ass knew what he was doing.
"Stop touching his clothes and get the hell out." She said, politely.

"You're yet to learn your place when you're under my care. You think I have no right to punish you? For being so disobedient, you're going to burn these clothes."

The idea of that sent a shock of that pain down her. That fear.
She tried to give a sarcastic laugh, but failed. She did, however, snatch the bag, finally.
"No." She whispered, and Rubens palm slammed on the desk but Aelin-

Aelin was already running.