Your Leash - A Cinderella Phenomenon Fanfiction

The Story Changes

Lucette

It was not too long after that day that true chaos and sorrow would ring through my life. My mother had gravely harmed or murdered everyone who dared love me. My father was kept as a statue on a throne, a whisper of what was once a man trapped in shackles made of his own body. His children, my step-siblings, had barely escaped the castle with their lives, almost perishing in Varg's attack as Mythros yanked the chain that choked him once again and forced him to act. While I had never felt much of anything but disdain for my stepfamily, I realized this was because I was convinced they would not love me. The fact that some of them did all the same was to my shame. They were compassionate people and they certainly did not deserve death or pain. My step-mother's whereabouts remained unknown and despite my efforts, I could not find her within the castle walls.

The Marchen's people came to save me, to help me escape and be free from my mother. I thought they had abandoned me, but I was so very wrong. Looking back, I truly wish they would have; at least they would still draw breath now. But Mother found us out, taking her vengeance by wrenching Garland's heart from his chest, and in that one action, destroying Jurien's heart as well. The price they paid for me, for defying Mother, was much too high.

We did escape to the Marchen, but it was far too dangerous to stay. Varg came for me of course, destroying everything in his path until he stood panting among the ruined remains of the front of the Marchen. It was so very like Varg to lose every ounce of composure in his quest to secure me, possessive and compelled to do whatever he must as he was once steered mercilessly once again by his masters.

It was discovered, however, before he arrived, that I had the key to unlocking a very powerful witch's powers, Waltz's powers, within my grasp while I was at the castle. And it was still in my room.

"Tomorrow night, at midnight," Parfait had whispered to me. "We will come for you and bring down your mother, one way or another. Bring what we need."

Parfait shoved me into Varg's waiting embrace and that was how I ended up here, trudging back to the palace with his hand gripped almost painfully on my upper arm.

"You're hurting me, you know," I told him, leveling him with a glare which he didn't return.

"I don't care," he replied through gritted teeth.

"You'll leave a bruise, Varg," I continued, bristling at still being ignored.

"I don't care."

Varg trudged ever forward refusing to spare me a passing glance.

I wrenched my arm from his hand and started to walk forward on my own, but in a matter of a few moments, Varg had turned and walked me up against the wall, his hands pinning my wrists astride my head.

"What in the hell is the matter with you?!?!?" he roared, so close to my face that my ears rang.

"I could ask you the same thing!" I replied, equally venomous. "You blew up the Marchen, for no reason. What have they ever done to you?"

His hand lifted and slammed on the wall right beside my head before he resumed holding my wrist.

"They... Took... YOU!" He was looking past me now, his eyes full of rage and- fear?

"I chose to go-" I started but he cut me off.

"I know!" he raged. "That's what makes it worse! Just... stop getting stolen from places! They come and you go and I have to track you, find you, all over again and one day I may not be able to!"

"Fine! Then don't!"

I was so angry, furious because I felt guilty and I had no idea why.

"It's not a god damn choice Princess, it's a COMPULSION!!!" he roared, his voice full of despair and sorrow. "Just tell me where you want to go and we will go. But stop fucking leaving me and disappearing! Where do you want to go, huh? Right now, tell me, and that's where we'll go!"